Chapter 1451 Playing Cards Against Common Sense

At the foot of Lishan Mountain, countless half-orcs wailed. Not only did they witness the souls of millions of their own race being taken away, and their precious lives were sacrificed to Fan Yi's sword, they also witnessed their own king even fan Yi's sword. Unable to stop, he also became a victim of the strange demon army's attack on the four mountains of the human race, and died extremely humiliating.

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"You want to be sacrificed too?"

On the throne, Fan Yi looked at it, and suddenly a great terror shrouded the world, making a group of half-orc warriors terrified, and Fan Yi even sneered: "Continue to attack Lishan, otherwise, you will have the same fate. "

As a result, nearly a million half-orcs continued to attack the defense lines of the players and npc troops at the foot of the mountain. In fact, their fate was already doomed. Either they died under Fan Yi's sacrifice, or they died under the player's sword. It's all the same, this is the result of handing over the fate to others. As far as the Nine Thrones are concerned, the half-orcs are just cannon fodder and have no more use.

At the foot of the mountain, after a while, the attack of the half-orc army was declared over, and all of them had been reduced to the player's experience points.

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"Hmph, a bunch of trash."

Another throne rose, and on the throne sat a king who was full of sword intent and carried a huge sword box behind him. It was Han Ying, the swordsmith, who smiled slightly: "Master Fan Yi, let me follow you Did the four mountains of the human race make a move?"

"Can."

Fan Yi smiled and hid in the clouds, only the remaining prestige of the throne was still lingering in the air.

Han Ying held a huge sword in his hand, pointed the blade forward, and said with a smile: "Twilight Legion, attack!"

For a moment, the mountains and forests were shaken, and countless troops originally belonging to the Twilight Blade Tower Forest rushed out of the jungle, covering the mountains and plains, all of them were level 355 cavalry monsters, Makino Blood Cavalry, Fire Spirit Knight, crimson armor and lingering flames, making people The entire frontier forest was dyed red, and after Han Ying gave an order, horseshoes sounded, and countless monsters rushed towards the player's camp.

"Full alert!"

On the ground of a deer, Lin Xi caressed the mane of the slightly anxious white deer, holding the archangel in his right hand, his figure sank slightly, and said: "The impact from the 355-level cavalry monster must be stronger than that of the orc army before. There are a lot of people in the front row, and everyone in the front row sees the right time to release skills such as weapon protection, ash barrier, etc., don't force yourself to take too much damage, and retreat immediately if the blood is lower than 30%, no one will say that you are timid."

Everyone nodded.

Farther away, the positions of the guilds such as Mythology, Fenglin Huoshan, and Wuji are also filled with the voices of leader-level players encouraging and cheering. At this time, each leader is the soul of the battlefield, supporting the cornerstone of the human battlefield. existence is indispensable.

"Brother."

Looking at the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, Senior Sister Yun asked with a smile, "Why don't you participate in the fight this time?"

"It's boring."

I looked at my level and a suit of super-exquisite equipment, and said with a smile: "It's good to leave the remains of Hydra to sit in town. As for myself, I am the lord of a country anyway, and it's better to sit on the top of the mountain with my senior sister. When those soldiers look back When I'm here, I'll feel inspired, and that's enough."

She nodded with a smile and said, "That's right."

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Not long after, the mountain became a massacre, and tens of millions of monsters and tens of millions of players strangled each other. Although the Makino Blood Cavalry and the Fire Spirit Knight were both middle-level monsters, they had high levels and strong attributes, and their impact on players was extraordinary. It is huge, and on the entire front, there are tens of millions of players in contact with it, and there are countless ones that are constantly refreshing in the frontier forest.

Such an advantage of the Strange Demon Legion is quite terrifying. Monsters can be spawned infinitely. After all, they have a good reason to provide players with enough resources to spawn monsters. It should also be infinitely refreshed. When these monsters that are infinitely refreshed, once they are used by the Nine Thrones What kind of result will that be? I am afraid that everyone will be helpless.

The result, as I expected.

In less than half an hour, Han Ying, the swordsmith standing on the throne, was at the height of the sun, surrounded by wisps of luck from the world. He slowly raised his long sword and said with a smile, "It should be...it's almost the same? If that's the case, then Come again!"

"Do it."

The voice of Lin Hai, the shadow of death, came from the clouds, and then a blood-red light flew out of the clouds and fell on Han Ying's body, making the swordsmith seem to be a different person in an instant, with Gaining absolute control over the rules of death, the blade of the sword was raised, eyes glowing reddish, overlooking all living beings, and said in a low voice: "Sacrifice—warriors of the Twilight Legion, your death will forge the last of the Holy Demon Legion." glory, come!!”

The sword light skyrocketed and soared into the sky!

On the ground, countless units of the Twilight Legion who have not yet walked out of the pioneering forest sea wailed. They couldn't help themselves, and stood there blankly one by one. Amidst the wailing, there was bloody air flowing from their gaping mouths, eye sockets, nostrils, and ears. Being drawn out, even though they were dead, their last life force and undead fire were also sacrificed together. Countless twilight legion troops turned into bloody luster and soared into the sky, and finally all of them were sacrificed into lingering ghosts. Strands of ghosts around the big sword condensed into a sword with terrifying strength!

"Asshole..."

A group of Makino blood knights turned around and looked at the scene of their companions being sacrificed, their faces were pale. One of the thousand commander-level blood knights of Makino almost had his eye sockets cracked, and roared angrily: "Swordsmith, you bastard... Master Tallinn is still alive, how could he tolerate you doing such dirty things!"

However, Tallinn has been hacked to death by our human sea tactics, and even if Tallinn is alive, he may not be able to ascend to the throne with his strength, and the final result of the Twilight Legion is still the same.

In the air, the body of the swordsmith Han Ying rose slowly. There were countless sparks around the long sword, and even strands of undead fire were pulled from the ground. He ignored the curses of the remaining troops of the Twilight Legion and just looked ahead. Nato Lishan raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "When I was young, I traveled to Middle-Earth, and I wanted to join a school of swordsmanship. However, you human beings look down on others. This matter... can be described as a lot of hatred. There is no end, so this sword is not only the holy demon army, but also a sword full of hatred from the swordsmith, wait...are you ready to take the sword?"

On the top of Lishan Mountain, Feng Buwen moved forward with a sword, and said calmly: "Just use the sword."

"boom--"

The earth trembled, and the air of the mountains flowed. In the distance, the air of countless rivers and rivers in the Xuanyuan Empire was also drawn by the Xiyue Mountain Monarch, and turned into wisps of blue trickling streams that lingered around the sky-filled mountains, forming a landscape where mountains and rivers depend on each other. The stable pattern of Lishan is like putting on an indestructible ancient armor for Lishan.

"In that case, kneel down and hold the sword!"

Han Ying let out a low growl, and suddenly dropped his sword down the Tianhe River. The moment the sword light struck the barrier of mountains and rivers outside Lishan, the sword box behind him suddenly opened, and wisps of flying swords fell all over the sky like fireflies. The countless undead fires in the sword light continued to merge, forming strands of sword energy that contained the luck of death.

For a moment, it was like a heavy rain hitting a thin roof, and there was a constant loud noise. The outermost layer of mountain meteorological defense was almost instantly smashed and disintegrated, and then the second and third layers were continuously breached. Of course, Han Ying may not be able to surpass Fan Yi in the way of swordsmanship, but he sacrificed too many souls with this sword, and almost half of the Twilight Legion's power is contained in this sword.

"grass……"

At the foot of the mountain, the crowd of players looked up one after another, looking at what happened in the sky in amazement, Qing Deng frowned: "Is this a decisive battle? Is there a chance for others to spawn monsters? Come up is a big move?"

"really."

Kamei frowned slightly: "It's completely unreasonable to play cards."

Lin Xi looked dignified and remained silent, she had nothing to do. The battle between the throne and Siyue was indeed beyond the reach of ordinary players, and there was absolutely no way to do it.

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"Qunshan, stand up for me!"

The wind does not hear a low cry, the golden body buzzes, and the power continues to push the valley, and on the top of the mountains, the golden bodies of tigers and mountain gods manifest, turning into wisps of mountain weather to help the princes in white on Xiyue Mountain , the whole country of Xuanyuan Empire is trembling, with the power of one country, resisting strange demons, in front of the eyes, with the continuous collapse of the mountains and mountains, Feng Buwen gnashed his teeth, and the golden bodies of Mu Tiancheng, Guan Yang, and Yiping behind him also Trembling continuously, and farther away, the mountain gods whose golden bodies were about to collapse one after another desperately destroyed their cultivation base before dying, exploding their golden bodies, and constantly repairing the mountain scenery that was split by the sword energy.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of mountain gods were wiped out.

The strong wind was raging on the top of the mountain, Senior Sister Yun and I stood side by side, with Yuan Qiao's cloak flying behind us, watching the battle in the distance, frowned and said: "If we fight like this, the weather on the four mountains will only get weaker and weaker, and in this way, we will almost There is no chance, and you don’t need all of them, the Nine Thrones only need to sacrifice less than half of the Strange Demon Legion to completely crush Siyue."

"Not necessarily."

Senior Sister Yun parted her red lips, looking at the battlefield in the distance with her beautiful eyes, and said, "Junior Brother, if you observe carefully, you should find that every sacrifice of these thrones has a price."

"What price?"

"Death luck."

She said quietly: "Lin Hai refined the elements of the world on the altar of death, and warmed up the legendary luck of death. It is the blessing of these luck of death that enables the throne to have the ability to take away other people's lives and sacrifice swordsmanship. So the loss of the four mountains of the human race is not small, but the thrones are not able to unleash their swords infinitely, you have to be patient."

"knew."

I continued to frown and look into the distance. Anyway, this battle is already quite unfavorable to the human race. Senior Sister Yun may not know that the rule of infinite monster refresh will not change. As long as Lin Hai, the shadow of death, has enough heart If you are ruthless, Siyue will definitely be crushed. At that time, the human race will lose Siyue, and the real disaster will be imminent.

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"Squeak~~~"

At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared on the golden body of Dongyue Shanjun Yiping, extending from his face to his neck, and he even spat out a mouthful of blood.