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It was tragic, with stumps and broken arms everywhere, and blood foaming everywhere.

This sea area has been completely stained red with blood.

As the first-line race to stop the Zerg, the Giselle have paid too much, and there are already four legions here, and now only two legions are struggling to support them.

In the distance, supply convoys were still on their way, more troops were still being assembled, and now all about war was slowed down because of the perennial comfort.

When it comes to critical moments, it's always so slow.

The legions on the border are the most powerful, but now the patriarch is still hesitating, still waiting for the news of possible victory from the front.

The eighth-level hero of the Zerg has fallen to the ground, unable to stand up anymore, eighty percent of the damage on his body, only a head and half of his chest remain, and the breath of life slowly dissipates, but the dragon's physique is worthy of being strong to the point of perversion, and he still hangs his breath, I am afraid that he will not be able to die in three days.

One of the three legion leaders has been killed in battle, only the manatee and the shark are still left, and the Cancer Legion leader Chi Erbo has rejoined the battlefield after taking the healing elixir in the clan to suppress the Zerg front.

The Zerg has now entered 40,000 swordfish and 5,000 water scorpions, so many of them have forced the Giselles of the two legions to keep back, and it has only improved a little after the three legion leaders joined.

However, even 40,000 pigs are time-consuming and laborious to kill, not to mention this swordfish, which sprints back and forth at a speed like an arrow, and there are few attack methods that can accurately hit these small things except for large-scale attacks.

Under the rapid attack, the Nagiselli people fell to the ground in constant screams, and their bodies were shattered.

"Bastard!"

The leader of the manatee army shouted angrily, and his body immediately stood up to a foot high, like a humanoid giant beast, with great power in one punch and kick, and the phantom of the sea beast in the shape of a manatee behind him was even more fierce.

And the portal is still open, there is a continuous influx of zergs inside, the hero units have all entered at present, and only more than 60 of the 120 hero units are still alive, of which only more than 40 have complete combat effectiveness, and the rest are all wounded, or broken arms or legs.

"Quick, inform the clan, the front line is going to be unbearable!" the Shark Legion Leader and Chi Erbo staggered, leaning on each other for a short time, and the two said.

Chi Erbo nodded, and immediately said, "You guys hold on, I'll set off now!"

"Good!"

As he spoke, Chi Erbo poured out a healing pill, and stuffed the rest of his brain into the Shark Legion Commander, saying, "Don't die!"

"Fart! Get out!"

With no smile on his face and a slight moistness in the corners of his eyes, he turned back and ran towards the clan at full speed.

The Shark Legion Captain held the porcelain vase, smiled, and then turned around and ran towards the battlefield.

"Old cow, I'm here to take medicine!"

As the words fell, a small porcelain vase crossed an arc and reached the hand of the Manatee Legion.

The leader of the Manatee Legion didn't talk nonsense, he immediately stepped back, tilted his head, chewed three pills, and there was fire vapor in his abdomen, and then he spread all over his limbs, and the energy in his body was immediately filled.

"!"

"Haha!

The two of them looked up to the sky and smiled, their feet exerted force, and the phantom behind them turned into illusions, like bulldozers, and they were all invincible everywhere they passed, and they were all smashed into flesh.

Without too many words, the cooperation between the two is very tacit, and there are tricks and routines for one attack and one defense, and the attack and retreat are smooth.

Hiss!

Hiss!

The swordfish's sprint continued, often only passing through two before being cut in two, and the water scorpion was even more tank-like, and after breaking through the protective shield, it would need to be surrounded by at least a dozen people to be blocked, and it would take a lot of trouble to kill it.

The Giselles have already killed the red-eyed, and even forgot the mission, only knowing to kill the enemy in front of them!

"Soldiers, form a formation!" the captain of the shark legion immediately shouted when he saw this.

With a shout, the Giselle people sobered up a little, regained their clarity, and immediately stood with the nearest clansmen to form a five-person team, with five people as a small battle formation, fifty people as a medium-sized team, and a hundred people as a large battle formation, like a grinding plate to strangle the insects and beasts in front of them.

At this time, the lethality of the swordfish was immediately much smaller, and the water scorpion was even more like a quagmire, struggling.

Time passed, and the red ear finally approached a supply team, ran to the magic communication device, picked it up and connected to the clan.

The patriarch took it at once and heard it immediately.

"Patriarch, quick, as long as the front line supports! We only have two legions left there, the captain of the Flying Shrimp Legion is dead, please send someone to support quickly!"

hung up, and the red ear wave immediately ran to the side of the healing medicine, grabbed small porcelain bottles, poured them out and swallowed them directly.

It can be seen with the naked eye that Chi Erbo's body has improved, and his injuries have recovered a lot.

Chi Erbo regained a lot of energy and strength, and immediately looked at the captain of the supply team, and said: "The front line needs support, I order you to go to the front line as quickly as possible at all costs!"

"Yes!"

The supply team turned on the energy pusher, and the Seahorse-drawn train sped on.

Chi Erbo looked into the distance, a black cloud seemed to be visible, and the overwhelming Zerg still shuddered a little when he thought about it now.

On the other side, in the clan, the patriarch put down the crystal ball, then turned his head and said to the soldiers on the side: "You go and take charge of the front-line material assembly, and tell them that if you don't want to destroy the clan, give me the fastest and fastest speed, and take out everything to support the front line!"

"Yes!" the soldier looked grim and immediately ran out.

The patriarch sighed, picked up the crystal ball, and looked at the magical communication routes of the six major races of land and sea, thinking about something.

They, together with the Giselle clan, rule the planet, and the seven clans are equally divided between the strong and the weak, winning and losing equally, and the land and the sea are divided.

Among them, there are three major sea races and four major land races.

The sea races are the Giselles, the Red Octopus, and the Halberd Turtles, and the land races are the White Ape, the Wolf Snake, the Fire Cloud Bird, and the Giant Qiang.

After thinking about it, the old patriarch connected the communication of the sword halberd turtle.

A patriarch of the turtle clan, all blue-brown, with a long beard hanging straight down to his waist, and a cane, looking old.

"Giselle, what do you want us to do? We halberd turtles are not involved in your war with the red octopus. The old turtle said directly.

"Three hundred miles to the east, you will send 50,000 troops to help us defend an ancient ruin. ”

"Ancient ruins?" the old turtle looked a little moved, but still asked cautiously.

The old patriarch did not hesitate and directly explained the reason.

The old turtle pondered, after all, this is just a family affair of the Giselle clan, and it has nothing to do with his own race, so he shook his head and refused.

The old patriarch was immediately a little anxious and wanted to say something, but the old turtle shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, our sword and halberd turtle have been comfortable for a long time, I'm afraid there aren't many soldiers to fight, you can find someone else." ”

After speaking, the contact was closed.

The old patriarch looked at the dim crystal ball, and a sense of uneasiness and mockery jumped out of his heart.

"No troops, hehe......"

Thinking about it, he contacted the red octopus again, and the red octopus lion opened his mouth.

The old patriarch turned his heart and closed the crystal ball.

"We, one day, will regret our decision!" said the old patriarch Giselle after trying to contact all the races, put on his long-lost robes, threw the crystal ball into the corner, and walked out of the main hall.

After a while, the war drums in the clan were beaten, and the whole clan, from the bottom up, was fully mobilized, and the all-out war began!

All people, do whatever it takes, to wage war!

This war drum shook the sky, sounding in the ears of every clan, no one dared not pay attention to this war drum, once it sounded, it will definitely start a war with all the strength of the clan.

The drums of war have sounded twice, both of which have been victorious, and the Giselles have been greatly injured, but victory is always victory, and if it fails, look at some of the tribes raised by the Giselles to know the end, there is no freedom, there is no dawn.

Life is a slave, and death is a slave.

As a group with a population of 8 million, although the distribution is relatively scattered, they are still all up and down at this moment, without too many words, spontaneously transporting food and weapons.

All men, with a certain amount of combat effectiveness, will be drafted to join the army, only the elderly and children are exempt.

These people, although they are reluctant to give up their lives and families and all kinds of things, but their fate is difficult to disobey and they have to go.

Moreover, the truth of cold lips and teeth has always been one of the guidelines of the Giselle people.

Without the protection of the race, it is impossible to stand alone!

Now that you have decided, you have to do your best.

On the other side, Zerg Yang Jian's side.

A large number of troops have been put in, but unfortunately there is no news, and I don't know what is going on on that side.

Guo Jia and Svein are still discussing.

"We don't know the situation at the moment, but let's assume that there might be a fight on the other side of the portal. ”

"Then according to the news fed back by the traveling worm, the combat power of that planet is not particularly high, and the eighth-level hero may still exist now. ”

"Then he must need treatment!"

"Then send the swordfish to cover the empress to go in and treat the wounded soldiers and heroes!"

"Okay! Three thousand water scorpions, one thousand empresses. ”

"After that, if there is no fighting, then the worker bees can transport it over. ”

"To be on the safe side, the worker bees only need 100 to pass. ”

"Good. After that, you must continue to put pressure on the other party and not give the other person a chance to breathe. ”

The two nodded and settled.

Afterwards, the Swordfish covered the Empress and entered the portal.

As soon as she appeared, the Empress began to run to the wounded, spitting spores from her abdomen. (For aesthetic needs, I don't want such a disgusting treatment in the interstellar, after all, the Zerg don't need to be beautiful in the interstellar...... ）

Thousands of spores are like clouds drifting away, floating to the surface of the Zerg's body, it will penetrate into the skin like ice cubes melting for subtle treatment, if the technology is improved in the future, I am afraid that it can be treated from nanometers, and the effect is better and noticeable.

However, these thousand empresses are not very many, compared to the tens of thousands of zergs, but they have solved the urgent need.

The eighth-level hero was even more focused on being taken care of, his injuries improved dramatically, and the limbs of his body began to grow back.

"Look!" Seeing this, the Captain of the Shark Legion was shocked, this kind of limb regeneration, even if the Giselle clan needed a lot of effort to do it, how could the other party be so fast?

In this way, how can you defeat such a powerful enemy?

Although their hearts were in tatters, the two legion leaders did not make a noise, and instead ran to the eighth-level heroes, trying not to attract the attention of the clansmen.