Vol 2 Chapter 120

Chapter 120: The Final Battle (8)

The orcs have a proverb called "orsatrzzmasok", which means that the end-of-life animals also have a lot of strength. In Chinese, the rabbit is anxious and can bite people. Brando feels that this sentence is appropriate to describe his situation, but it is only limited to the first half, because the difference is that now he wants to bite and can't bite. The platinum warhorse still has more power, but Brando himself can't support it.

As the saying goes, self-injustice cannot live. Previously, he performed charge on the platinum warhorse. He did not consider the conversion relationship between physical fitness and extreme dexterity and strength tolerance in the game. To be honest, this is not to blame him because in the game, It is difficult for low-level players to get too many pets with more strength than themselves, so when the warhorse broke out with 1,320 levels of dexterity, the speed limit of one person and one horse exceeded twenty-five times the speed of sound in an instant-through the cone In the form of a shock wave, Brando's momentary overload and air resistance were like a fly hitting a piece of tempered glass at a speed of 10 kilometers per second.

Although Brando's perception of five times that of ordinary people allowed him to react to the mistakes he realized in a few tenths of a second, it was still a bit late, and the platinum horse jumped over a distance of sixteen miles, so that The speed of terror constitutes an unnatural, magnificent band of bright silver light in the forest. But Brando also saw his life brushed to the bottom line, blood leaked out of his mouth, nose, ears, ears, and internal organs. The life went into a state of weakness immediately after exceeding the warning line, and Brando coughed. Blood came, the only good thing was that he hadn't died immediately.

This is also due to the fact that he has nearly twenty times the normal person's physique, and his powerful muscle regeneration ability and protection have not completely damaged his internal organs. If this injury is passed by him, it is estimated that he can't die anymore, but with his strong physical defense ability, he believes that as long as he cultivates for a period of time after the war, there will be no problem.

But now there are two problems here.

The first is that he has no time to rest.

The second is that the earth **** will not give him this time to rest.

The fighting continues. Although the earth **** makes a huge and clumsy turn, and the speed is also one of the lowest in level 60 creatures, ‘the dragon is one step equal to ten steps of humans’. Even so, it has the basic dexterity of nearly two hundred energy levels. With a distance of more than ten miles, it only takes eight or nine seconds to catch up.

Brando was in a hurry and could only find a way that was not the way to let the platinum warhorse he sat down to lead away the opponent, even if he was ready to discard the card and enter the graveyard. He looked up at the location of the sun. The place was very close to the preset location-although it seemed like he had traveled for a long time when he arrived, it was because of the abundant time and the need to take care of Antti, an ordinary person. Tina and Roman could not compare with his previous run at full speed with Ekmen. Don't look at them just a few minutes before and after the chase, and they turned again and again, but even so they have already penetrated south into the hilly area for fifty or sixty miles. The whole process, Brando was now thinking of a cold sweat.

Fifty to sixty miles back is equivalent to half the strength recovery for the Silver Elf Guard, which is to reach the level of the middle reaches of gold. Twenty gold mid-level fighters are enough to fight a 60-level boss. So what he has to do now is delay as much as possible. After finishing the battle, Namenes will speed up here, and it will take about ten minutes to reach this place in a straight line at their speed.

In other words, he had to hold on for at least thirty minutes.

It took Brando roughly a second or two to check his plan, and when he found no obvious loopholes, he turned over and patted his opponent's long metal cheeks. The creation of the **** of heaven is incredibly precise and sturdy, as if never tired, and has withstood several attacks by the **** of the earth without injury. It was the best executor of his plan.

But without the war horse, he also lost the ability to continue to flee, which is tantamount to drinking and quenching thirst. This is not the same as judging in the past games. Brando used his life to make bets, and his heart beat uncontrollably.

But even so, he decisively issued a command: "bmw silver! Go up!" Shouting that he had temporarily given a name for this warhorse pet, and he always pointed it out-as for the details of the order, the summoning creature can Completed by the brain. The Platinum Warhorse is not a natural creature, and naturally has no fear. It raises its head and looks at Brando with ruby ​​eyes-just to confirm the order. Then he turned around and a turn disappeared into the jungle.

Brando then held his chest and let out the pain with a slight breath.

He took out the Platinum Warhorse card, and listened in the direction of the forest. Within a short while, the **** of earth made Akmon's roar come from the same direction and startled a bird.

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As long as you don't really fall into madness, you will always feel cold.

Yukhiel, like a red-eyed gambler, filled his men into the battle in the remains of the Great Temple in Palogan, but it seemed like a bottomless pit. Although at first it seemed like a blessing to the soul, after dividing his own part to siege the opponent's back, the battle improved for a while, the opponent lost long-range cover, and his own lizardman crossbowmen were gradually gathering. The elves quickly gave up their frontline positions, and the fighting gradually penetrated into each of the streets and alleys inside the Great Holy Temple.

But the good news ends here.

The Silver Elf launched a countercharge, then retracted. They lost a comrade-in-arm, but what stunned Yukhiel was that the silver elf's dead body turned white into the sky and went straight to a certain south direction. It's too familiar in that direction-the graveyard of the King of the Silver Elves.

The Lizardman commander suspected the origin of the silver elves for the first time, but after a while, he found that he did not have the opportunity.

A large group of lizardmen sent to the back of the battlefield has so far been silent, but waiting for them is a tall flag erected in the direction of the festival hall. As a result, his own morale plummeted, and the original smooth offensive was a halt. The silver elves took the opportunity to counterattack and recaptured an external wall. Yukhiel vomited blood with anger, but there was nothing he could do, at least it had already launched an attack surface, and the advantages of more people and more power began to come into play.

But when it was preparing to further expand the results, it turned back and was surprised to find that it had no reserve team. That feeling is like a crazy gambler turned back to grab his own chips, but found that he had nothing, but all the chips that belonged to him are now on the gaming table, but the balance of the war has begun to slow down Tilt slowly.

Twenty silver elves are still as firm as a steel wall, standing still in the dark green tide.

Yukhiel felt cold for a while.

But compared with other brains that have not yet evolved completely, Yukhkiel is one of the more clever ones. It took a moment to think about the cause and effect of the whole thing at once-of course, mainly the consequences. So he immediately called his deputy, and commanded: "Let the frontline officers go further and let the front line move forward."

"Boss, are we going to launch a general attack?" The green-skinned, sharp-billed monkey cheek's deputy asked.

"No." Yukhki shook his head. "We are going to retreat, it's just us."

"But those brothers ..."

"Don't worry about them, you can't control so much now," the lizard robber shook his head helplessly, his skinny three fingers holding the glittering necklace and answering: "As long as we have this thing, we can Re-entering this area with the help of the shepherd. I think I already want to understand where the silver elves came from, and next time I will be well prepared. "

"But we just leave without telling Connard?" The deputy asked.

Yukhiel was a little hesitant, but immediately shook his head: "Rest assured, that guy is an envoy (*), even if we are not enough, we can protect ourselves." It added viciously in his heart: It doesn't matter if there is a problem. But Connard was really going to die in the area he was in charge of, and he couldn't afford to walk around, so he couldn't help but feel a little tangled.

(* In the shepherd, the members of the shepherd who cooperate with and command the action of God are called ‘ambassadors’, and those who carry the blood of God are called breeders or experimenters.)

Thinking of this, the lizard man couldn't help but looked up to see the battle, although on the surface the lizard man still maintained the offensive and the casualties remained below 20%. However, the silver elves did not show signs of support. Instead, they were continuously creating casualties for the Lizardmen. The robbers were not very disciplined. Yukhiel believed that once the casualties exceeded 30% or the fighting lasted more than 20 minutes, These **** will quickly fail.

At that time, it just wants to escape, so it depends on the mood of the other party.

Yukhiel's sophisticated eyes accumulated during Cruz's long struggle with the Empire. In its hometown, the Lizardmen were slaves to the Cruzs, and sporadic struggles continued for centuries. Yukhkiel was one of them-but he was more like a robber. But it is the robber who is more confident in his intuition about danger.

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The battle actually took only thirty-two minutes.

When Namenez noticed a strange emotion from the rear of the Lizardmen and began to shake the front line's determination to attack, the silver elf commander with hundreds of years of command experience decisively seized this opportunity. He blew the horn horn once more, the elf warriors raised their last strength and launched the charge again, the lizardmen's weak crossbow arrows hit their armors, and twenty soldiers stood side by side It's like a moving wall.

The lizardman collapsed.

The dark green tide began to recede, and then the first-level command disintegrated, but when they finally found that Yukhki was gone, this retreat turned into a real defeat. That Mines only let his men chase for hundreds of meters, but the lizards screamed at each other and trampled their heads toward the hamster in the forest.

Looking from the direction of the ruins, like the green cockroaches scattered all over the place, with the exception of the corpse, they quickly escaped completely, stunned. If Brando were here, he would definitely quipped these elven warriors:

The enemy's army moved in too fast.