Pulling the trigger of his fingertip, the lead bullet the size of a little finger flew forty yards in the air under the acceleration of the gunpowder explosion, breaking through the armor of the Dark Knight in front of him, and then tumbling into the Dark Knight's body. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mo Ge quickly put away his gun, this time he did not retreat to the back to load gunpowder and bullets, because there were no more comrades in his back row to fill in and continue shooting, the fireball of the three-headed hell hound, the fangs and claws of the vampire, the slash of the demon guard, after a long and fierce battle, among these injuries, the first company of kobold musketeers, which was full of one hundred and fifty people, now can struggle to shoot I don't know if there are thirty more.

Ignoring the scorching smell of the already hot barrel in the palm of his hand, Mo Ge quickly cleaned the chamber of the gun, poured gunpowder, added a lead bullet, and tightened it hard, and now Mo Ge had only one thought in his heart, to kill the dark knight in front of him who had been shot six times.

As for whether he dies or not, it doesn't matter if he dies anymore, there were three musketeers at this temporary post on the city wall a minute ago, and while they were shooting at the Dark Knight who was rushing towards him, the Dark Knight also threw a short-handled hand axe to this side, and Mogo and his two musketeer comrades fired six shots one after another, all of which hit the Dark Knight in the charge.

The price paid was that the other two musketeer comrades were nailed alive by the spinning axe.

Maybe it's because the effect of the lord's war song blessing is still continuing, and Mo Ge's head is clear, and the complicated reloading steps are actually completed with unprecedented speed, and when he puts the handle of the gun on his shoulder and the muzzle of the gun is outward, the dark knight who never dies at this time just controls the hell warhorse and rises into the air.

Looking at the muzzle of the musket less than two yards away from his head, the Dark Knight was covered with only a pair of eyes exposed by his plate armor, and the fear in his eyes at this time was so obvious.

"Demons go to hell!" Mgo laughed happily, then pulled the trigger in the Dark Knight's terrified eyes.

A crisp gunshot rang out, and while Mogo punched the Dark Knight with a big hole in his eyebrows, he was also knocked out of the way by the soaring war horse.

The Dark Knight, who had lost his life, did not drop his horse, for his legs were tied to the saddle, and now the hell horse was hunched on the dead Dark Knight, helplessly parked on the wall, just unable to wait for it to become familiar with its master's orders.

"Hahaha! The miscellaneous people of the abyss and hell, grandfathers are not easy to mess with. Mo Ge half leaned against a stone, intermittently and loudly laughing at these demons that had terrified the continent of Fira for thousands of years, and with Mo Ge's intermittent laughter was his mouthful of blood, some of which were even mixed with tiny livers.

The weak treatment brought by the Song of Courage of the God of War has been repairing the broken internal organs of Mogo, so that the kobold will not die immediately, and Mogo is so weak to look at the tragic battlefield on the entire city wall.

The two pig-headed men held a dark knight and his hell horse, and planted the low wall together, followed by a series of earth-shattering explosions, the two pig-headed men were very familiar to Mogo, the whole grenadier battalion was famous for the twin brothers, notoriously timid and able to eat, and grew a big bunk for nothing.

Mogo still remembered that he had teased them once, and when he thought that they were still real men, they should have lit the bomb in the basket just now, otherwise the city wall of such a high height would not have killed those demons.

As if inspired by the pig-headed brothers, whether it was an orc militia or an elven warrior, from time to time someone picked up a basket of bombs and set them on fire, and with the cooperation of several coalition soldiers next to them, the crowd fell off the city wall and then exploded into mixed flesh and blood.

The absolute main force in the Burning Legion, the Dark Knight, a powerful class whose strength is comparable to that of a fifteenth-level class, was dragged and killed by several miscellaneous coalition soldiers.

Violent explosions sounded from time to time, and with each sound, Mo Ge knew that it meant that several more brothers dragged the demon to the end together, and every time Mo Ge's heart twitched, and after a long series of sounds, Mo Ge laughed and tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Long live the orcs, long live the elves, long live the coalition. A crying voice shouted, and Mego struggled to turn his head, revealing that it was Hawkeye, the elven archery instructor who was said to have lost to the High Priest of Medusa in an arrowfight.

Once privately ridiculed by the militia as a monkey archery instructor for a pair of long hands, now his long hands are already bloody, but Hawkeye seems to have no sense, quickly pulling his bow and shooting arrows, each arrow will take the life of a three-headed hellhound that is a great threat to the coalition army.

Countless voices shouted from the corners of the city walls: "Long live the orcs, long live the elves, long live the coalition forces." ”

From this moment on, every person in the battle of the Iron Collar and the Elven Alliance has become the craziest beast, they ignore their own defenses, in order to be able to slash more on the demon, and even take the initiative to insert the opponent's weapon into their body, in order to grab the demon's weapon to the death and create an opportunity for their comrades around them.

While the coalition forces were dying in large numbers, the demons of the Burning Legion were also rapidly decreasing, and Mogo decided not to sit still there, he wanted to try, maybe before he died, maybe he could fire another shot.

Laboriously took his musket from the comrade who died next to him, and then began to load the gunpowder with his trembling hands, failed several times, but the usual simple action was now so difficult to do well, it took more than ten times the usual time, and Mo Ge finally loaded the bullet.

Looking around, Mo Ge planned to find an important target for this rare shot, there were not many demons around, fifty yards away, a particularly richly dressed vampire was still at ease under the siege of dozens of coalition soldiers, and the sharp claws in his hand took the life of a coalition soldier from time to time.

"That's you. Mogo muttered as he slowly raised the gun in his hand, his movements slow, but steady and terrifying.

After raising the gun for more than a minute, Mo Ge finally waited for a rare opportunity, and the corpses on the city wall finally mixed with the vampire, and the vampire's nimble figure paused for a moment, and then Mo Ge pulled the trigger.

There was no chance to confirm the victory, because the recoil of the musket caused the extremely weak Mogo to crash headfirst on the rocks behind him, and simply fainted.

What he didn't know was that the obviously high-level vampire was shot in the head by him, and what he didn't know was that a few minutes later, the coalition warriors who had killed all the demons jumped off the city wall, and in the chanting of hooray, the abyssal demon who was still fighting with Modo and the elven elders, Lord Kraiz, was completely drowned.