Chapter 375 The Correct Way to Open the Confrontational Copy (One More)

Chapter 375 The correct way to open the confrontational copy (one more)

"Puff!"

After the fire fluorite powder sealed on the wood was exposed to the air, with the violent action of the magic particles and fire fluorite powder, a trace of white smoke rose from the firewood, and then a small orange-red flame burned blazingly.

Soldier Kaur-Rovo moved the tobacco in his mouth to the flame with some difficulty, and his right hand suffered from loss of strength from time to time because it exceeded the muscle limit load for too long.

But compared to being able to chop off a few more heads of those bone dregs on the opposite side, Kaur-Rovo felt that this was nothing.

The battlefield is cruel, it devours the last trace of flesh and blood of every participant.

But it is a black hole like an abyss, and no one can escape its haze.

It is now the thirty-seventh day since the head of the high priest passed away, and the attack of the dark empire is like a crazy wild dog, forcing people to breathe.

The cold mist blew past with a slight rotten and stenchy smell, and Kaur-Luofu happily took a mouthful of the lit tobacco.

"Cough cough cough..."

The dense and irritating smoke entered the lungs, instantly triggering Kaur-Rovo's severe cough.

But the exciting effect contained in the smoke also quickly worked through his blood, and he felt that the swelling and pain in his right hand from time to time disappeared a little.

Kaul-Luofu looked at the gloomy gray misty sky opposite him, and it was hard for him to imagine how those still alive among the enemies could endure such an eternal and long oppressive atmosphere.

The living and the dead should be the most distinct boundary in the world.

"The guy who is already dead should lie obediently under the horizon."

Kaur-Rovo bit the thick rolled tobacco hard, and a bitter taste spread in his mouth.

And at this moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he could feel the ground trembling slightly.

Kaur-Rovo, who has had a long experience of confrontation, knew that this was not the voice of his own heavy cavalry, but the death cavalry army of the bones and scum on the opposite side.

A trace of doubt flashed in Kaur-Rovo's eyes. Although he was just an ordinary soldier, he had already had a vague perceptual understanding of the rhythm of the enemy's attack during the thirty-seven long days.

But now, the opponent dispatched the death knight at this time, which seemed very abnormal compared to the past.

After all, within the range of the sacred crystal, the death knight is almost in a state of being crushed when facing the impact of the heavy armored cavalry. Under the illumination of the sacred crystal, the death knight with the same strength is vulnerable to the heavy armored cavalry.

It only takes a few rounds of cross shocks to basically take a heavy hit.

Therefore, they are often harassed by the empire with dark shadow bats and the like. After all, the human heavy cavalry needs to play a more important forward role.

"What's wrong?"

The recruit next to him looked at Kaul Luofu's ugly face and asked.

"Pray, boy. The night is long, and we are all pre-commissioned..."

"The kingdom will usher in the dawn. I don't want my hometown to be the burial place for those bones and dregs on the opposite side."

"Unfortunately: We will not be able to see the dawn of that day... But someone will always fall before someone will survive."

Kaul-Rovo moved the tobacco to the corner of his mouth, and then drew his long sword:

And in the hazy dark sky on the opposite side, countless soul fires exuding the breath of death and icy light began to enter this land of the living...

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Yi Qiu had faced the tide-like impact of small polluting creatures, and had also seen the undead summons of necromancers.

But now, when the two kingdoms that respectively occupy most of the area of ​​this plane begin the final stand of life and death, this magnificent and bloody scene undoubtedly exudes a cruel beauty.

This is the battlefield in one of the areas of the first line of defense between the human kingdom and the dark empire. Human soldiers and undead creatures of various shapes are constantly strangling.

The sound of blood, rancid smell, and the rotten smell produced by dark magic hitting the flesh, the sound of wailing, roaring, and the dull sound of weapons chopping on the flesh...

Every second someone fell, and every second the smell of blood in the air became stronger.

The soldiers on the verge of death lost their last vitality in the fatal convulsions, and the scavengers who had already gathered here were waiting in a dense mass nearby, and hoarse cries like a death knell sounded from time to time...

Everything is like Yi Qiu expounding the oldest source of violence, the most thorough and brutal act of destruction.

And this is just a corner of the battle between the two sides. Yi Qiu has already seen no less than 5 battlefields of this size in the places he passed along the way.

This made Yi Qiu have some doubts: on a battlefield of this scale, what can their team of less than a hundred players do.

Touching his bald head, Yi Qiu felt that this kind of problem was more suitable for Danlun Saul, who now has the temporary command of the player team.

Yi Qiu tried to bring all of this into the category he was familiar with: Although he didn't know what he should do, there was obviously nothing wrong with hammering down the enemy player first.

As a comprehensive online player, Yi Qiu has a very clear understanding of the player's ability to make things happen.

And at this time, Yi Qiu noticed a group of humans wearing different styles of equipment came out of the dark sky in the distance.

Yi Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and entered a stealth state in the low-light environment created by the gloomy clouds emitted by the Dark Empire mage...

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"Red Robe Mage?...I've heard of your organization."

Ruler of the Dark Empire: Gloomy Crown - Eternal King of Immortals - Lukeda Volotto I looked at the leader of the evil players, Choros Billy, and said slowly.

As a dark king who gained evil wisdom through the mutation of carrion, Lukdar Volotto I still retains his iconic form as a carrion:

From time to time, viscous liquid gushes out from his skin, which is the disgusting mucus formed by the rotting flesh under the highly activated negative energy.

For carrion, it can maintain the normal body movement of carrion, play a certain role in joint lubrication, and can inhibit the reproduction of maggots to a certain extent.

"I like the aggressive smell of your organization..."

Lukdar Volotto I stared at Choros-Billy with its evil eyes, and his voice sounded thick with phlegm because of the mucus.

"However, this does not mean that I will give you redundant servants."

"You are like the rotten intestines on those brainless fools outside. Having them will make their digestion easier, but it won't help them catch their prey."

"Give death and I will reward you."

"And verbal pros and cons are of no weight to the deceased."

Lukeda Volotto I looked at the expressionless Choros-Billy, and said after retracting the throne boredly.

Only the undead will bring victory to the undead, and it has enough patience and confidence to create a world that belongs to the undead.

As for the living?

Lukeda Volotto I caressed the Skeletal Throne made of living human skulls, it would never trust them.

Unless, they choose to embrace death and completely become one of them.

Only embracing cold death is a servant worth driving, and Lukeda Volotto I's not yet rotten brain is very clear about this...