Players Please Respect Yourself

   Chapter 442 Admiral (3 more)

   (monthly pass plus update 9/27)

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   The South Road at this moment was also attacked here.

   A large number of orcs attacked the tight defense line of the Great Wall in a very scattered formation, crying and shouting.

   The result was a bit funny. A large number of herbivorous orcs on the city wall shouted, and then they ran to the city wall and surrendered.

   Because most of the attackers were herbivorous orcs, they were forced by Tiger King Tiger to attack. I don’t know why. Anyway, it was the Tiger King’s supervising team who drove one after another orc clans of different races, forcing them to send them.

  Send is sent, but whether to die or not is another question.

  Peck * Rabbi finally showed the role of high charisma, several clans, even before reaching the front of the defense line, the crumb rabbit jumped over to BB, and even had the ability to say that he fell to the opposite side.

   A large number of herbivorous orcs put down their weapons and entered the defense line.

   Only when I asked, did I know that the food supply in the southeast had collapsed, and a large number of undead attacked, disturbing the hunting grounds, and a large number of prey died suddenly. In addition, the temperature rose suddenly, which made the hay and plants produced by the originally barren land even scarcer.

  The Beastmaster, who was unable to supply food, forced the herbivorous orcs to attack the South Road.

   may be the idea of ​​consuming a wave of South Road.

  Who would have thought that someone would farm scientifically here, and there would be a large number of fish, shrimp, and crab corpses as fertilizer. Even if the sun is strong, as long as there is water and fertilizer, and a self-made awning, the food production will be safe.

   There is no shortage of anything, but the lack of coolies.

  The operation of Tiger King is more like sending warmth.

   Orcs are never slaves unless they are provided with food and shelter.

The phrase    is most exemplified in Namdo.

   Standing on the top of the bunker of Ghost Crab's [Direct Crash], Ashe looked to the southeast, and murmured: "The northwest side is fighting."

   Joanna sat on the edge of the bunker and sulked: "Why can they make meritorious deeds, we are idle here to death."

  Ashe smiled: "If it wasn't for peko, it would have been a hard battle now. Let us be on our own, and the credit is indispensable."

   "By the way, Ashe, do I still have a chance to catch Jason?"

   "No, he doesn't like your type."

   "Oh. Forget it." Joanna was rectal: "With you, it's enough to guarantee our status."

   "Even if you can't be his woman, you have to work hard! Don't let people squeeze your position as a follower."

   "I know, I know!" Joanna looked at Pink Kumar on the wall, the Druid hero, who was also meticulously completing the inspection task.

   For some reason, it always feels like a decisive battle is approaching.

   The three of them, plus a rabbit who can't fight, are all the heroes on the southern front.

   On the Northwest Road, the quasi-heroes of the undead appeared one by one.

   Seeing the opposing lineup, Wang Hao was really envious and jealous.

  The wealth accumulated over three thousand years is really too thick.

  Wang Hao can meet unexpected talents here, and the Scorpion King will catch a lot of them.

   Twelve undead generals, all holding golden tower shields with skeleton embossed in their left hands, walked out slowly.

  The precious green onyx and ruby ​​seemed to be inlaid on the edge of the shield for no money. I don’t know how many resentful spirits were bound on the shield that looked like a small gate to hell, and they kept wailing distractingly.

   Or holding a golden spear, or holding a brilliant golden machete, these undead generals wrapped in mummy cloth strips, every inch of their bodies are infected with the blood of the enemy and the fragments of the soul.

   They are the messengers of death walking on the earth.

   The difference between quasi-heroes and ordinary elites is too huge. With the crushing of various attributes, and all kinds of strange specialties, there is no warrior of the abyss legion that is their combined enemy.

   Not to mention the player, even a big guy with tenacious vitality like the shield crab is just a matter of one knife and one shot.

   Even the artillery shells hit the past, either unscathed or towed at random, and the artillery shells did not know where to go.

right!

  There is no absolute speed, and the shells blasted by the black powder are just flying props that fly faster.

  Crawfish player [An Ran] was stunned to see that the cannonball that he blasted over was cut in half by the quasi-hero named [Massalian], who gently raised his right arm, and the cannonball made of pig iron shell was cut in half.

   Of course, based on the experience of making 【Pissing Beef Balls】, Chinese people are very good at adding ingredients to shells. The opponent was hit by all the shells fired. The holy water spilled from it immediately poured over his head.

  Unfortunately, not much use.

   The holy water with insufficient concentration splashed onto the cloth strip of the undead general's arm, and the power of light and the force of death solidified on the cloth strip had a brief but fierce confrontation.

   In the end, with a "Zhi" sound, the power of death offset the small amount of light.

  Death General gave [An Ran] a real death gaze in an instant, and the gaze that gathered the idea of ​​death would cause fear and hallucinations. When he thought he was really going to die, he died.

  Who knows... Sand sculpture players don't eat this!

   No matter how strong you are, can you be strong?

   At this time, [Free Blue Bird] just revived next to the turret. Each shield crab has the [Elementary Sea Altar] inserted for resurrection, which is the basic operation.

  【An Ran】: "Why do I think that guy is going to kill me?"

"It's swollen, it's 500 meters away from that guy. Unless he turns into a cavalry, he can fly." [Free Blue Bird] leaned over, shamelessly stood in front of [An Ran], and pouted at [Massalian]. He patted his butt: "Come on! If you have the ability, just meet me!"

  【An Ran】I have never seen such a strange request in my life.

The undead general on the opposite side was really angry, he used his dry toes to lightly pick up a long gun used by sand sculpture players, and while inserting his own long gun into the ground, he took the picked up gun and exhaled: " die--"

  Sand sculpture players are too naive.

   The world record for a normal human javelin is more than 98 meters.

   And a standard foot-battle quasi-hero, the strength value will never be less than 200 points. Even if he is cursed, he still has five or six times the arm strength of ordinary people.

  500 meters, it's really not a problem.

  [An Ran] was stunned to see that the [Freedom Blue Bird] had turned into a [Large Intestine Sashimi], and it took a few seconds to say: "Dude, go all the way."

  Seckill! Spike! Still an instant kill!

   Their appearance changed the pattern of the entire battlefield.

  Unless Wang Hao overwhelms all the sand sculpture players, regardless of it, he is a quasi-hero, otherwise——only a hero can deal with a hero.

   "Come on." Wang Hao ordered.

   A group of people came out of the main line.

  Guide of Light, Longo, Galudi, Luan, Carandiya, Anubis... and even Naga Cynthia, Elestine, Parana, and Sun Shangying.

  Wang Hao pondered for two seconds, and finally raised his hand: "Shang Ying, you...you don't have to go."

  Sun Shangying looked back in astonishment, and suddenly grinned: "The future is made by myself. You have been fighting for so long. As your secretary, I can't boast. Besides, I am not fighting alone!"

Huh? Delusion? Why do you think this girl is prettier?

   (end of this chapter)