After a riot on the battlefield, I don't know who shouted.

"Wilton is going to run!"

By the suppression of the cannon.

Wilton had secretly summoned a tall, white horse.

Then he pulled Youlan onto the horse's back and fled.

Holding the reins in one hand, he spewed out fury behind him with a musket in the other.

The dense line of fire has harvested another batch of players.

Fang Mo, like the players present, was instantly stunned.

Will the boss run away?

Bite! Your two new accounts have new achievements.

Fang Mo was stunned for a moment, and immediately logged in to the official website of the game, and the accounts of Youlan and Perfect Your Excellency were actually registered with their own identities.

The Neutral Zone World Channel was also buzzing, with people constantly reporting Wilton's location.

A large number of players are distributed in locations where the boss may pass by, and ambush them.

General Wilton is also very methodical, like a high-end player, using various terrain and explosive output advantages to turn the pursuing players around.

"What the fuck is this boss, I'm exhausted."

"Look at this route is going to the Terrans!"

Bite! Game Sounds Remember:

The boss's HP is less than 30%, and the nightmare of the whole race is entangled, and it is about to begin.

Swish! The screens of all players on the server suddenly went black, and clips of the Knights of Glory battle began to slide in front of the players' eyes like a movie.

Fang Mo seemed to see a familiar scene again, the Knights of Glory fought against a chaotic cloud of light and shadow, and finally all of them were destroyed.

Bite! Triggered by a random event, Wilton lands in the City of Dawn.

Fang Mo was dumbfounded when he saw Carl's shared screen, and thought to himself, it's over.

Wilton took Yulan directly to the City of Dawn.

And the city lord of Dawning City is the deputy head of the Glory Continent's next-generation Free Knights, and Abyss roars, and has always been very arrogant.

[Where are the mongrels who dare to spread wild in the city of dawn. 】

The majestic abyss roared, and with a giant sword in his hand, he jumped out of the palace.

Wilton saw the abyss roaring in front of the palace gates, smiled evilly, and raised his musket.

Boom! Precise blasting, critical hit effect triggering.

The Abyss Roar was shot directly in the head and fell to the ground.

Fang Mo saw Wilton's scarlet eyes, and his heart was stunned, a team of Terran players happened to pass by the palace area, witnessed the scene of the city lord being shot in the head, and immediately wanted to tiptoe to escape.

Wilton's musket spat out a string of fiery snakes, and the health bars of a group of players were emptied.

An hour later, all the NPCs in Dawning City were bulldozed, and Youlan had been upgraded to level 60.

At this time, the Terran channel fryer.

Yanghua cubs; [Our city lord was shot in the head]

West Wind Spirit: [Can't bear it]

Three catties of boiled stinky tofu: [Wilton went to the Holy City of Freedom! ] 】

With the help of teleporters, Terran players around the world have been transported back to the Holy City of Freedom.

The various races remain silent, and it may be their turn next.

"Hurry up and check the historical background of the City Lord of the Free Holy City." Fang Mo said.

"Brother Mo, Urian is the leader of the Hammer of Light, and was once the Knights of Glory's rival on the mainland, and Urian's wife is Wilton's first love." Carl's face was gloating, with a look of 'there's a good show to watch now'.

"What a bloody plot arrangement!" Fang Mo frowned and complained fiercely.

Wilton rode a tall horse and hurried straight to the Holy City of Freedom.

Ordinary players die when touched.

Urian seems to smell the smell of war, after all, it is the city lord of the first main city of the human race, and he has already walked to the head of the city and personally set up defenses.

Terran players organized a large number of men to carry out suicide attacks along the way. The main thing is to prevent the boss from chanting the Holy Light Guardian skill to restore HP.

Bite! The prompt sound of the whole server starts:

The Terran activates the War Mobilization plot, and the fifth world boss in the neutral zone has an internal war with the Terrans, and the first phase of the world boss battle is officially over.

The Neutral Zone story will continue to be updated in three days, so please look forward to it and get ready for new battles.

All the pressure was shifted to the Terrans, and due to the triggering of Wilton's new plot, it is very likely that they will fall behind again in the development of the neutral zone.

Abyssal Roar has started the War Mobilization, he is the nominal supreme political commander of the Terrans, and all players are subject to unconditional obedience.

For him it was a life-and-death battle.

The Holy City of Liberty is ready for battle.

Fang Mo finally rediscovered the figure of His Excellency Perfect, and his position was very obscene, it turned out that Wilton was led to the human race by His Excellency Perfect.

In addition, several teleporters were used along the way.

It only took two hours for Wilton to reach the Holy City of Freedom.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, he ran away and sent a private message to Youlan by the way.

Perfection: Mission accomplished!

Youlan: You can go!

Like a bombshell, Wilton smashed directly into the first line of defense of the Liberty Holy City with Youlan - a human shield wall composed of tens of millions of low- and middle-level players.

Fang Mo sighed in his heart: "Wu Ruien is brave enough! It doesn't seem like that's enough! Then his mind flipped, and his eyes flashed, and he seemed to think of something.

"Brother Mo! The war escalated, and among the five main cities, only the city lord of the Dragon Soul City was from the Knights of Glory, and the others were all from the Holy Light or Freedom system. Carl seemed to see the clue.

"Watch out for the movements of the Dragon Soul City!" Fang Mo had a premonition that a classification war within the Terran race was about to start.

Through feedback from insiders of the Doom Legion, players in the jurisdiction of Dragon Soul City have not been recruited.

Under the Holy City of Freedom.

Wilton decreases with HP.

The golden light around him became more and more brilliant, the fire spewed by the twin guns became more intense, and the time for the infinite combo effect to trigger became shorter and shorter.

The dense white line of fire is like a myriad of scythes mercilessly harvesting the players who participate in the battle.

The bloodthirsty heavy artillery was summoned again, and it bombarded the long-range city defense cannon of the Free Holy City, and blasted towards the head of the city.

Standing proudly at the head of the city, Ureon drew the Sword of Freedom, a symbol of supreme power.

The sharp sword emitted a sense of momentum.

"Kill!" With a roar, Wryn sheathed himself with a shield of light under heavy artillery fire, leapt down from the city, and slashed at General Wilton with his sword.

Clang! Wilton crossed his spears and blocked Wrynn's Freedom Sword, and countless players rushed up again, and the dense high damage exploded on Wilton's head, and his blood instantly fell above the 10% warning line.

Wryon suddenly shouted, "In the name of the Light of Freedom, I sanction you. ”

The bright golden light around Wilton began to whiten,

Boom!

Wilton was suddenly enveloped in a blazing white flame of light, and a huge amount of energy was brewing in the flame.

Boom!

Wilton broke free from the flames of light, dressed in white armor and snow-white wings on his back, gorgeous and dazzling.

[Angel of Light!] 】

Wilton's eyes were occupied by white energy, and he was armed with silver twin guns.

Flapping his wings and soaring into the air, his body began to spin rapidly in the air.

An already incomparably dense fire.

Suddenly turned into an overwhelming white curtain of light.

Wherever they pass, the player's health bar is instantly emptied.

Youlan, who was under the light curtain, began to gain experience, and because of the sharing of attributes, she didn't have to worry about being pushed down at all.

Her HP is always 1-10.

[Damn Wrynn, it turned out to be you, your time is over!] 】

[Wilton! You have long been sealed in the dust of history, you! Forgotten by time! 】

As Wilton continues to output, countless players on the battlefield have become an inexhaustible supply of blood.

The thick blood bar on Wilton's head began to heal rapidly.

[Forgotten by time? Haha, I will be the eternity of this world. 】

Wilton uttered one last word, turning into a scorching white greatsword that pierced through Wrynn's chest.

Bite!

A major plot event in the Terran Chronicles, the Age of Liberty has been changed to the Year of Glory, and the Knights of Glory have returned to the top of the human race.

Bite!

Mr. Fang, you have an account to obtain the title of [Top of the Race], the first 100-level achievement of the whole race.

"Hmm!" Fang Mo let out a long sigh of relief, it was very enjoyable!

"Oops!" Fang Mo hurriedly jumped into the game pod and looked at his watch, there were only five minutes left before the start of the campaign.

"Mr. Morris! Your candidate will be disqualified if he or she does not arrive on time, which is a great disrespect to the selection committee. Xhaka, the chairman of the selection committee, said angrily.

The head of the inquiry group, Ral, also spoke: "The eastern Longmir tribe has always been financially constrained, Maurice, you must be self-aware!" Why do you want to run for election? ”

The hundreds of tribal chiefs in the audience who participated in the voting also nodded frequently.

Wu Du, the candidate for the western election, said with a smile: "Don't worry, everyone, after all, the time has not yet come." ”

"Hmmm! Mr. Udu has a gentlemanly demeanor! ”

"We can rest assured that the Longmir will be handed over to him!"

Suddenly whispering began to be whispered below the venue, and Morris's face changed, but he sat in his seat awkwardly, staring at the dial tightly, motionless.