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Chapter 95
"Hiss—surnamed Shou, you fucking don't take it lightly, you really hit me!"

Sikong bared his teeth and screamed, holding a staff of thorns in both hands, walking very hard, taking one step deeper and one step shallower.His eyes were swollen like a monkey's buttocks, and the sharp sword light directly shaved him bald.

"Ha ha……"

The most ironic laughter came from the mouth of Shougu City. The washed white linen clothes were in strands, some were scorched black after being roasted by the fire, some were dry and hard after being chilled by frost, and some were baked in an earthen kiln. yellow...

In the end, a footprint of 41 yards was proudly indulged in Shougucheng's face.

"The power of the temple is gone, it's just a sharp sword..."

With a look of disdain on his face, Shou Gucheng threw the holy sword back and stuck it in front of Sikong with a clanking sound.

For a good sword, he can be obsessed with it all his life.

But equally, he will discard a mediocre sword that is sharp only for its sharpness.

Sikong asked the sky silently, this plan was in vain, if it was someone else, he would have opened the distance with a large space spell, and then the overwhelming forbidden spell would kill him.

But in close combat, he, Sikong, is really no match for Shou Gucheng!

"By the way, Huo Wu's situation is not very good now..."

Suddenly, Shougucheng wiped footprints on his face, made a big face, and said.

Sikong straightened his back, his face became calm: "Is it because of me?"

"It's just an introduction. Although it is the general trend, you have to find an excuse, right? Well, you are not in good health, and I have a fast horse."

Sikong nodded, drew the holy sword, put on the bronze mask, and walked forward without saying a word.

"Hey--"

In the distance, the voice of Shougucheng came: "It took so much effort to survive, don't die in the hands of others..."

Sikong waved with his back behind his back, then got on the horse, lifted the rein, the horse whistled like a knife was attached to his waist.Sikong clamped the horse's belly, and the fast horse disappeared into the rolling battlefield.

Looking at the yellow sand all over the sky, Shougucheng's smile slowly congealed, his dull expression was fragmented, followed by a cruel and cruel expression.

With madness in his eyes, Shougucheng said suddenly: "If you want to die, you can only die in my hands. Isn't it? My friend..."

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"My Lady Queen, you go first! We still have 3000 troops left, and we will definitely protect you to leave!"

The wind was cold, and the yellow sand rolled up blood-stained banners. In the long sand and stones, the smoking catapults also emitted bursts of pungent blue smoke.

The flames of war permeate the entire battlefield, broken swords and knives are everywhere, blood is a common color, poured cheaply on the yellow sand,

Several faces were rotten, and a few man-eating eagles and vultures hovered over the corpses that had not been completely buried by sand and stones, staring intently at them.

A few blood-dark arrows in the blood grooves were still stuck in the corpse.

But the dead soldier still held the broken spear tightly.

"Escape? I, Huo Wu, can die standing up, but I cannot escape alive!"

Huo Wu was wearing tattered scales and pushed away several people. Even though her face was full of fatigue, her red phoenix eyes became brighter and brighter.

I saw her fire dragon lying on the ground, covered in dragon blood, and the horns covered with patterns were broken off.

The fire dragon was blinded in one eye and was shot through by a broken dragon arrow, and the gurgling dragon blood flowed into small pools.

Huo Wu caressed the dragon's head lovingly, and the fire dragon kept mourning.

"Queen! Don't make useless sacrifices. Among us, only you have the luck of ten thousand people! As long as you are still here, we in Ai Ya City still have the hope of making a comeback!"

A sharp-toothed, double-height orc lowered his hairy head, with an anxious expression on his face, and a lot of blood foam and bone residue stuck to the bone stick in his hand.

Not far away, roars and shouts, accompanied by the sound of gold and iron horses, continued for a long time, and a line of enemy troops stepped forward on the corpses of Ai Yacheng soldiers.

The cavalry charged, the infantry cleared the way, the magician and the crossbowman followed, and several holy priests performed miracles, descending the phantom of the angel.

The roar of war made the soldiers go forward bravely, without fear, let alone the slightest pain.

The water singing technique allowed the soldiers to recover quickly from their injuries, and a thin water shield appeared outside their bodies.

Gale Art, Sharp Arm Art...

This is a war belonging to the magic civilization, and those who can really affect the battle situation are often those magicians and holy priests.

The enemy army came fiercely, but there were only more than 3000 sparse people left on Huowu's side of Ai Ya City.

Huo Wu was the only one who could take the lead.

Several magic dragons had already been dismembered by the opponent's dragon-slaying warriors. If it weren't for the fire dragon's hard skin and strong resistance to beating, it would have been hard to escape bad luck.

Huo Wu wrapped the Red Dusk Whip around his wrist, and the fire dragon instinctively flapped its wings, trying to lift Huo Wu up, but instead the whole dragon fell to the ground, tearing open the wounds on its body.

Huo Wu shook her head slowly, wiping away the muddy tears around Huo Long's eyes.

As if blinded by the wind, Huo Wu's eyes were slightly red, but she bit her lips tightly.

The fire dragon in front of him is also a contestant. Although they have never met in reality, they have formed a deep love for each other in the past few years.

Looking at the sky, the shadow of the dragon that was supposed to appear has not appeared for a long time, Huo Wu bitterly shook his head: "I am afraid that the Dragon Valley is also more ominous. Unexpectedly, they would dare to disintegrate the belief of the Dragon God so blatantly, and catalyze the gods Battle of..."

According to legend, the Dragon God was born from the Dragon Valley, and all the dragons in the world are his descendants.

Once all the dragons are dead, the believers who believe in the dragon god are gone, and the power of faith is gone, the divine power of the dragon god will become duckweed in the water, and there is no longer any support.

It is very likely that he will become the second fallen true god.

Therefore, in the Zulongya camp, the princes like Huo Wu were the first to bear the brunt and became the first batch of victims.

These contestants from the civilization of the empire actually wanted to manipulate the battle of the gods, artificially change the order of the fall of the true gods, and thus change the doomsday fate of the Middle-earth world.

It is indeed a fighting nation.

"Let the residents of Ai Ya City escape quickly, live as many as you can..."

Huo Wu turned to the night elf beside him and said, the night elf was covered in black runes, and he was born to be an excellent blast mage.

Although this night elf's strength is only mid-level one-dimensional, but with his racial advantage, his speed is not inferior to the peak one-dimensional.

The night elf nodded and quickly escaped into Ai Ya City.

After all, this is a completely real competition, and it requires firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea to feed the appetite of the war beast.

Therefore, every city will absorb contestants who are not strong enough, or who have no intention of killing, and protect them.

In return, these contestants worked in basic industries to support the soldiers who fought on all sides.Therefore, they will also have rare luck.

This method has become a good choice for those contestants who are interested in farming and playing in the world of mortals.

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