Players Please Respect Yourself

   Chapter 186 Molotov Cocktail (7 more)

  [Di Kunming] laughed: "There are so many bones on the opposite side! Erha, add a meal!"

   Having said that, he threw a bone high.

  I saw a husky dog ​​who didn't know what was going on and only had bones in his eyes, jumped high, grabbed the bones in one bite, and just landed on the arrow stack on the wall, he couldn't wait to nibble on the bones.

   "Hahahaha!" The players immediately burst into laughter.

Next to   , the paladin elder sister Carudi was dumbfounded, and her views were overturned.

   These Murlocs who are probably human, risking danger to save her, how dare they go to war with the Scorpion King for her sake without the consent of their superiors?

   Aren't they afraid of being punished from above?

   Even if you are not afraid.

   There are thousands of skeletons in front of the sea of ​​bones. Without reinforcements, no one will want to live!

At this time, the dark elf she had seen came up and said lightly: "For them, this is just a game. But you don't have to worry too much. They are not weak, and there will be something to do soon... Uh, there are reinforcements."

   The corpse witch on the opposite side couldn't understand what the player was yelling, but from the neatly spitting action of the other party, he clearly knew the other party's attitude.

   Not to mention losing a bone, that would be an absolute humiliation to all the undead.

   No matter how rich the emotions are in life, they will become indifferent when they become undead. Only a few strong emotions before death will be imprinted in the soul, or come from the will of the master.

   What it can feel the most is the anger of the master towards the living!

   But it chose to wait quietly.

   There is not much time left for the living.

Above   's head, the still bright sunlight was rapidly receding, as if the night was suddenly withdrawn by the hand of the gods.

   There is no bright galaxy, only a dark night!

   This is the 'time' of the undead!

   The wind in the desert became wild.

  The wind that swept across the battlefield, mixed with large grains of sand, rolled in cracklingly, making the players at the post unable to open their eyes.

  When the players came back to their senses, in the camp of the undead, the banners with human skulls as the core and decorated with gold suddenly rose high one by one.

   The night wind blew across the skull, making a ghostly and terrifying hum.

   In the blink of an eye, it was already a sea of ​​flags.

   The other side, unexpectedly increased their troops silently?

The   air flow rolled the gravel, like a dust storm, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

  The players were stunned to find that the originally ten-meter-high wall had lost a full one meter at some point - that was the dust that rushed over and buried the wall.

The    skeleton soldiers looked up.

   In the eyes of their beating soul fire, the tall outline of the outpost is reflected, but in the depths of the quiet fire, there is a trace of doubt-why is there only a dozen 'people' in an enemy outpost?

   "Idiot! Those fish and shrimp are the enemy's puppets! So there is no soul!" The corpse witch cursed like this: "Continue to attack!"

   Hundreds of skeleton shooters began to assemble.

  It was already bones, but they used strange red straps to fasten the few dry hairs on their dry heads.

  There is nothing to hide, they wear ornate copper shawls, embellished with ornate gems, and even their leg bones are tied with copper rings.

   This extreme operation makes them clearly visible even at night.

After    gathered together, the Skeleton Archer raised an unexpectedly well-maintained longbow and bent the bow to shoot arrows.

   A large group of black dark awns rose from fifty meters away and reflected in the depths of Jiarudi's pupils.

The arrow cloud that rose higher and flew farther by the wind, like a swarm of locusts from the distant sky, drew a long parabola, from far to near, and finally poured down on the city wall in the form of heavy rain .

   "Arrow attack!" Garuda called out subconsciously.

After shouting   , she realized the language barrier when she saw some of the shrimp mermaids standing in the same place.

   It was too late, she subconsciously shrank her body behind the arrow stack.

  He watched helplessly as the rain of arrows washed the top of the city.

   "Dangdang!" The copper arrow shot on the granite, making a clanging sound.

   In her line of sight, a silly lobster man hit thirty arrows less. The seemingly heavy natural shrimp shell failed to save its life.

   This guy was lifted up by the impact of the N arrows, thrown away, and together with some unfortunate companions, he fell to the inside of the post’s wall like a dumpling.

   "Huh?" Seeing this scene, the corpse witch couldn't help but let out a contemptuous laugh.

   Garuda on the city wall was numb. Of course she was grateful to these weird 'humans' for saving her life. It can be seen that the other party died like this because of the lack of the most basic military literacy. Her heart was very distressed.

   A scene that surprised her happened at this time.

  In the small oasis in the middle of the post, a continuous light suddenly appeared.

   From her point of view, she could just see a group of murlocs and shrimps crawling out of the pool, all cursing. Instead of scurrying around like blind flies, they ran to their designated targets. Taking the things of the dead companion, he immediately flew up to the city wall.

   She counted how many she had died and how much she had made up for.

  The shrimp man on the city wall even laughed.

  【Du Ah Silly】: "Brother, you don't need to talk. I also know you were a hero until you got an arrow in the knee. Hahaha"

This player who happened to be called [Arrow in the Knee] was so depressed: "Grass! I was hit by an arrow all over my body! I forgot to turn off the pain. Fortunately, it was only 30% of the time, and the pain just made my liver fly out. I got off. Be sure to check after the line to see if there are any more holes in the body."

   "Fart! You're really pierced, you're not dead? Can you still chat with me?"

   Here, someone asked the captain [You Qin の Si Wang]: "Are we going to fight back?"

  【You Qin の Si Wang】 glanced at the cute new player: "How to fight back? Shoot him with an arrow? Don't be funny, even if you see it, you can hit it if you shoot it? Wait for the enemy to get close, and prepare a cocktail!"

   Garrudi only saw this group of fish and shrimp. He smirked and handed out a bunch of wine bottles. He couldn't help asking the dark elves, "What are they doing?"

   "I don't know, they always come up with a bunch of weird stuff. Some are very effective, some are beyond my imagination."

  The players prepared, of course, the famous Molotov cocktail.

   In such a 'game' with a high degree of freedom, how can players not use their genius (self-confessed) imagination?

   It can blast the enemy dog’s head with a missile from 800 kilometers away, and it will never be pulled to 800 meters for a headshot.

If    can be leveled, I will definitely not fight you in close combat.

   Someone threw bladder gas bombs before, and some people prepared incendiary bombs.

   I can’t find saltpeter and gunpowder, so I can’t even find grease, right?

   The head office for lard extraction and animal oil extraction?

  When nearly a thousand skeleton soldiers approached the wall and the sentry tower, what was thrown out from the inside was a swirling wine bottle with an ignition cloth inserted into the bottle mouth.

As soon as    landed, with a clear cracking sound, it was a fire on the ground!

   (end of this chapter)