Chapter 518

"Boom!"

A deafening noise

Everyone on the battlefield can see that a purple black thunderbolt cuts through the sky, penetrates the thick clouds, and splits on the magic defense barrier of the golden tent tribe.

That kind of terrifying and terrifying force has a kind of majestic and powerful atmosphere, which makes people feel a sense of awe.

This is divine punishment.

The blasphemy of several players to the idol, once again triggered the real God's punishment!

Although this time when the divine punishment split, he hesitated for a moment, but After all, it fell.

At the moment of the fall of the divine punishment, the magic barrier which was hard to maintain under the throwing of the stone throwing machine finally reached the limit, and suddenly collapsed and turned into countless silver photons

Purple and black lightning, flying over the golden tent tribe, spread along the collapse of Shenshu defense barrier

Above the walls, the orc priests who maintain their defense skills can't even make a scream, and they turn to ashes under the lightning.

Only the priesthood, whose strength reached the bottom of gold, survived.

But even if he survived, he also vomited blood, his face was gray, and he seemed to be a few decades old, like an old man dying

I can't live for long.

On the wall of the village, there is a strange silence.

The surviving half beast people looked at the sky blankly, in a trance, as if they had not recovered from the punishment.

Bursts of thunder came from the sky, and it was a dark cloud triggered by divine punishment.

The next second, the big raindrops, mixed with ice and snow, poured on the heads of half orcs, cold in their hearts

Defense magic barrier, broken.

And the direction of the army of elves, there was an overwhelming cheer.

Li Mu looked excited. He held up his commanding sword and yelled at the top of his voice:

"the magic skill is broken! The whole army, take orders! Start attacking the city

After that, the army of thirty thousand elves was ready to move.

The next moment, the original passionate background music suddenly changed into a more powerful and magnificent symphony, which seemed to be blowing the bugle of charge.

Listening to such music, players one by one eyes red, adrenaline surge.

"Attack the city!"

Someone yelled excitedly in the crowd.

"Attack the city!"

There are other players starting to echo.

As if it caused a chain reaction, after the first few players roared out, more players kept shouting:

"attack the city!"

"Attack the city! Attack the city! Attack the city

The voice changed from small to big, from scattered to neat, and finally turned into the roar of 30000 people:

"charge! Attack the city

"For the goddess, for the elves!"

That neat and broad voice, over the sky's thunder, over the crash of rain, resounding in the vast battlefield, even the earth trembles.

On the wall of the village, the half beast people who heard the sound turned pale and frightened.

They are shocked, but also have a bit of fear and confusion.

Such an army has never appeared in the world

The siege cone and catapult were pushed out by players, and the ladder was also carried by them.

Then, 30000 troops from four directions, at the same time launched a charge!

The iris Citi is held high by the players. They draw out their weapons and rush towards the wall like a tide.

The archer players are charging and shooting, and more than a dozen catapults continue to shoot, but this time, without the magic barrier, the golden tent tribe has completely lost its resistance.

The huge "meteorite" burned with fire, smashed into the orc tribe, and hit the stone wall of the village, causing a violent explosion, sending out bursts of roar.

Even if it's pouring rain, it can't extinguish the flame brought by the magic stone explosion

In a short time, the golden tent tribe was on fire.

The simple wall of the stockade is even more crumbling under the throwing of the stone throwing machine, as if it will collapse in the next second.

The light and rain of arrows and elemental bullets poured down on the wall again, but this time, there were more remote magic.

That's some mage players in the front.

They're in magic range.

The colorful magic brilliance and the arrow interweave together, turns into the colorful brilliance which conceals the killing opportunity, submerges the village wall.

The proportion of ORC casualties in the garrison began to soar at an extremely exaggerated speed

Orcs have no casters other than priests.

At the moment, it's their biggest weakness.

In the face of players' intensive long-range magic attack, they can only barely support behind the wall after losing the defense barrier, and they almost lose the strength of counterattack.Soon, the players in the front are close to the wall.

If you look from the sky, you will find that the whole golden tent tribe has been completely closed by the dark spirits

The catapult attack has stopped.

The final stage of the siege was officially opened.

The ladder has been lifted by players and put on the wall.

Tank soldiers are wearing heavy armor and holding weapons that flash with cold light. Under the command of the commander, they are whining and climbing to the wall of the city

The catapult aimed at the tower on the wall of the village and shot out three meter long crossbows, which wiped out the last resistance of the orcs

At the gate, more than a dozen players gathered around the siege cones depicting reinforcement magic and piercing magic, and began to collide with the city gate

"Bang Bang Bang...! "

The sound of impact, ring under the wall, ring in the ears of half orcs, like the death knell of the end

The orc priest, whose oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry, was lifted up by his subordinates. He resisted the pain of his whole body and ordered with difficulty:

"stop them! Don't let them climb up! "

"Protect the gate! Protect the gate

His voice was hoarse and almost silent.

With his orders, more orcs mounted the stockade and joined the battle.

At the same time, the fastest players have climbed the wall.

Close combat begins.

At the front of the line is the silver tank warrior player.

Although the attack power of these players who choose to guard specialization is limited, their defensive power is extremely terrible.

Like Titans in human form, they began to howl and dash across the walls of the stronghold.

Obviously orcs are stronger, orcs are bigger

However, in the face of these heavy armour, more by the legal system players paste a halo of human flesh shield, their mace and machete in their hands seems to become players in general, can not do harm to them at all.

Led by demacia, the tank soldiers, like a sharp blade, instantly tore the orcs' defense line on the wall of the stronghold.

And then, more players climbed up the wall and fought with the orcs.

The sound of swords and swords, mixed with the sound of torrential rain, screams, and the sound of magic cracking, is incomparably majestic.

The player at the front falls down, and soon a new player makes up for it and fights fearlessly.

In this situation, no one cares about his own life.

All players are like crazy general, fight to death.

They have only one goal -

to break the orc Horde!

More and more players are climbing the walls, while orcs are more and more chaotic.

Their formation has been torn apart by players.

The average level of players is very high.

Even the lowest level public beta player has 31 levels.

And reach 40 level full level of players, is everywhere.

These full level players and silver players rush to the front one after another, which is the sharpest knife of the Legion.

Compared with the orc warriors with average strength in the middle of the black iron, such combat effectiveness has become a crushing force

The whole village wall is turned into a cruel and crazy meat grinder.

It's just, it's for orcs.

It was supposed to be a tough melee, but the players showed the momentum of destroying and decaying. The half orcs' defense almost began to collapse at the speed visible to the naked eye

And this kind of collapse, especially after another "boom" sound, reached a climax.

City gate, broken.

However, after the double impact of the city, it is impossible to resist the physical damage again!

The players cheered, then let go of the siege cone and rushed towards the city like a tide

"Broken..."

Seeing this scene, the chief priest, who was protected by the orcs, turned pale.

Once the gate is broken, it is like a dam breaking.

Flood like players poured into the Jinzhang tribe along the gate, and launched a more fierce battle with the orcs.

Among the orcs, silver professionals are rushing to the gate, trying to block players here.

There is no retreat behind them.

"Kill them!"

"For the tribe! For our home

The half orcs roared, and their morale was shocked again, and they began to fight hard.

Under the city gate, a more tragic scuffle officially opened.

Even the orc chief priests, who were almost out of oil and light, struggled to get up.

He burned his vitality, took out his machete, which had not been used for many years, and roared to join the scuffle.

It rained heavily.

Blood and water gathered into the stream and dyed the muddy land dark red, but it was soon washed away by rainHowever, the speed of rain washing can not catch up with the speed of blood pouring.

The smell of blood in the air has completely covered up the fresh breath peculiar to rainy days.

The orcs burst out in despair with great fighting power.

There are also many old soldiers who have been stuck in the bottleneck for many years

They red eyes, ferocious look, while roaring, while resisting the charge of players.

However, the spirit of the orcs did not hurt the morale of the players, but made them more excited.

Jinzhang tribe, its strength is still too weak.

Even if there are many soldiers desperate to break through, but the players are more powerful.

With the constant support of the priestess players, the players who have adjusted the pain to the lowest level laughed and were not afraid of the injury and bravely fought.

On the ground, more and more equipment has been dropped.

There are orcs and players.

However, orcs are more.

And the formation of players, also in constant fighting, more and more deep into the golden tent tribe

After several loud and clear chants of the dragon, several Dragon Knights among the players also joined the battlefield.

They fell from the sky and launched an attack behind the orcs, echoing with the players who had broken into the gate, and surrounded the orcs under the gate.

Each dragon knight player has the strength of silver.

And the young dragons under them had already broken through to the same rank before they entered the war.

The combination of the two makes their strength even more terrifying, and almost instantly changes the situation of the war

The half orcs under the wall were quickly defeated, and players took advantage of the opportunity to quickly occupy the city gate.

They cooperated with the players on the wall of the stronghold, and soon wiped out the orcs on the wall of the stronghold, and opened the remaining gates

At this point, the army of 30000 elves lost the last obstacle.

The players who completely opened up the situation drank and cheered, and poured into the golden tent tribe like a tide.

The sound of swords sounded everywhere in the golden tent tribe.

The game is settled.

……

The desert of death is short of rain.

The once-in-a-decade Blizzard stopped in less than half a day.

As the rain stopped, there was the battle of the golden tent tribe.

The sound of swords and swords has become a sporadic crash

It's not fighting, it's the sound of players searching for Orc tribes.

At this moment, players have completely occupied the Golden Horde.

The muddy ground was dyed reddish brown by blood and water, and even the heavy rain did not wash it away.

On the ground can be seen falling blood stained equipment, and a player is excited to pick up.

After all, the heavy rain extinguished the fire in the orc tribe, and only white smoke swirled.

In the air, the smell of blood mixed with the smell of soil, particularly pungent.

In the square of Jinzhang tribe, orcs are holding their heads and squatting together. The number of orcs is as high as 1000.

These are the captives of the players.

More than 10000 Orc tribes, this is the only remaining survivors.

From today on, Jinzhang tribe will become history.

Li Mu walked on the muddy street and came to the sacrificial tent of the golden tent tribe.

This is where orcs worship the statue of ur'er.

Big accounts have not yet been looted by players.

As the most powerful guild, this is the booty of the heart of nature.

On the ground outside the tent lay a large number of ORC corpses.

They are all with tragic injuries, from a distance, the number may be hundreds.

These are orcs who fight to the end and choose to commit suicide.

They don't want to turn into fly ash under the swords of the players. They stick to the last second and choose to end themselves.

Li Mu even saw the orc chief priest, the bloody old priest.

He was almost shapeless and flesh and blood.

Only a pair of eyes, staring at the sky, seems to have a trace of anger and determination.

And even in death, he held the weapon tightly in his hand.

At this moment, I don't know why Li Mu suddenly remembered the director general of Jushan of the cave tribe

He sighed softly and put away the weapons and robes of the other party. Then he chanted a spell and let out a flame to cremate the body of the chief priest

BGM of battlefield channel has been temporarily closed, only the background music of death desert in the game is playing slowly.

It's a kind of music mixed with bagpipes and ethereal female voices. Listening to it, you can't help but see the scene of solitary smoke setting sun and desert sand in front of youAt this moment, Li Mu has a sense of vicissitudes and historical reincarnation.

In the sky, the dark clouds have dispersed.

The sun has gone west, gradually falling, emitting a golden luster.

A rainbow from the horizon, will still be some hazy rain sky diffuse colorful afterglow

From time to time, we can hear a few loud dragon chants and the wails of the surviving orcs

Li Mu takes back his sight, and his emotion is deeper.

"This is war..."

He sighed.

War, there is no right or wrong.

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