Chapter 472 The Battle Cry that Pierces the Sky (Two More!)

Chapter 472 The battle cry that pierces the sky (two more!)

"Woo!"

The ear-piercing sound of the horn sounded in this fragment of time and space wandering outside the world, just like the long sound that pierced the night sky of Azeroth.

This is an ancient stone bridge, covered with broken traces that have witnessed countless ups and downs.

There are long-standing car marks, sharp scratches from swords, and occasionally even the remains of arrows left in the gaps in the stone slabs.

It may belong to the famous human castle: a part of Stormwind City, or it may be an illusory derivative left outside the timeline.

But no matter what it is, it is now a natural boundary that divides the two camps, and it is also a part of the main body of the battlefield.

The invisible power of time blesses it, making it immune to magic and violence.

Soldiers that exist in a trance are derived from the void. They are transformed by the will of the warriors who died, and will always uphold their last wish in life: to fight!

"Roar!!"

An orc with a huge ax roared and launched an impact from the left side of the bridge, while the human soldiers on the right side resolutely raised their shields and embarked on the journey.

The Horde or the Alliance is no longer the reason for them to fight, now they are fighting for their own will without end!

"Where is the enemy?"

After driving a cloud of black mist to level with the energy turret emitting faint light, Yi Qiu looked at the ancient bridge in the distance and said.

This energy turret belongs to the battle building and is a key protective building for guarding the core area of ​​the camp.

It can launch a particle ball with magic backlash ability at a rate of one shot every 0.5 seconds. In addition to the magic penetration damage of the particle ball itself, it can also burn the enemy's spell energy to obtain additional damage.

"According to the operation mechanism of this campaign, the team opposite us must also be a fully matched team."

"They should be planning or blessing before the station."

Bicz glanced at the black mist under Yi Qiu's feet calmly, and then said.

Bixz's situation with Yi Qiu is entirely derived from the eldest princess' files, and in his opinion, Yi Qiu is a relatively dangerous existence.

Although monks follow the way of order, as far as the current situation is concerned, Yi Qiu's way of order deviates from the way of monks in the conventional sense.

In the field of order, some deviations can sometimes bring enough danger.

"I have comprehensively analyzed this battle, and it seems to be a very simple battle with only one route."

"This relatively small environment determines that the overall tone of the battle is extremely fierce, and the soldiers refreshed every minute and the amulets refreshed on the bridge from time to time will affect the outcome of the battle to a certain extent."

"According to our average level, the refreshed soldiers will have a creature level of 15."

"The human soldiers of our camp are not as good as orc soldiers on a single basis, but their characteristics can make them gain greater advantages after gathering enough numbers."

Bix looked at Nicole who was wiping his short spear with an unknown red cloth, Emma who was exploring a certain dragon book with Isabella, and Yi Qiu who was flying in mid-air.

Bixz suddenly sighed that some teams were too big to lead, which was a feeling he didn't have when managing thousands of apprentices in the Mage Tower.

This further stimulated his inner motivation, and he wanted to complete this battle beautifully.

From the current point of view, their team has a very strong strength.

After all, they are an elite team that wants to attack the sub-field of the Canyon Peak Competition, and it is their due meaning to have the same level of crushing combat power.

Therefore, Bicz is still full of confidence.

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"Head, they haven't appeared yet."

The skaven rogue reported in a low voice to Old Weteye, who was dozing on a staff of bones.

It is a skill to report to a superior who has a changeable temperament but can control your life and death. The moderate voice and the slowness of the tone are all things worth studying.

Ratmen like to study this skill. As a low-level race born from the dark sewer, they know more about the bloody and cruel reality behind survival.

"Go and test..."

Old Shiyan opened one eye, and the cloudy eyeball was full of the tiredness of old age.

The rat man rogue hurriedly nodded and retreated, and then began to cast Summon Rat Swarm.

This is its own spell-like ability, which can summon 3-5 dire rats to drive it.

Although at this level, Dire Rats with an average level of no more than level 5 are somewhat weak, but they are still enough as a detection unit and cannon fodder.

If in a town, dire rats can also drive ordinary rat groups to work for them to a certain extent.

"Dirty fool."

The tiger warrior looked at the skaven rogue with disdain, and it felt disdain for the skaven's low profile.

Of course it has also chosen to crawl, but it can always get up from it.

Because what it has in its heart is the desire and fanaticism for power, it won't succumb to that unit or a certain will forever.

Old Wet Eyes closed his eyes tiredly, he didn't care about the probing gazes of his teammates after he closed his eyes.

They were ferocious hyenas, and he was an old wolf.

They watched him eagerly, trying to obtain advanced nourishment from him.

And he used their greed to drive them to work for him.

Although the old Weteye's adventure team has swallowed an unknown number of lives, there will always be fresh blood to join.

Because greed can deceive people's hearts.

Old Wet Eyes caressed the smooth skull of the Bone Staff, and he had gradually felt the ruthless erosion of the years.

But facing death calmly is undoubtedly a joke for him.

When he held the staff of bones and laughed wildly on the city full of corpses, it meant that he would no longer compromise with anyone.

He is old and no longer as patient as he was when he was young.

The years have hunched him, but he no longer needs to bow his head like others.

Reincarnated as a Lich...

Old Wet Eye hesitated a little, this is a truth that has been foreshadowed long ago.

But he wasn't that keen on it, because he didn't think his will would be stronger than those great arcanists.

With the passage of time, he will gradually become an undead creature that loses emotion and humanity.

It was a lich named "Old Wet Eye", but it was no longer Old Wet Eye.

At least that's what Old Weteye thought.

"What do you think we should do?"

The depraved priest, who was wearing very little cloth clothes, looked at the old wet eyes, and licked the corners of his mouth while talking.

She is a follower of the Spider God, a dangerous zealot.

Old Wet Eyes didn't know why she chose to join her adventure group, but there was no doubt that she caused him a lot of trouble.

"Don't worry, death in the wind will bring me the answer."

Old Wet Eye took out a crystal ball from the large spores on his body, and the withered palm covered with brown spots flicked across the crystal ball. Suddenly, some chaotic images flashed through Old Wet Eye's eyes...