Heimarian Odyssey

In the central snowfield battlefield, the snow informer army suddenly and uncharacteristically launched a fierce attack on the Titan Corps of Titans in front. Mobile terminal

"Are these snow informers crazy?" Golden Titan Sugla said in surprise.

With its doubts, there is the golden Titan Plato on the west side of the battlefield.

Fortunately, the direction of these snow informers' army launched a desperate attack, which was different from the direction surrounded by the two troops they led, so the two half-god-level golden Titans did not take corresponding countermeasures for the first time.

"That should be the frontal battlefield where Agnel is, just giving it a headache for a while." Plato laughed.

They are both demigods of Hephaestus, the **** of flames and craftsmen, but they are deeply contradictory.

Agnel was able to eat deflated, and Plato and Sogra were happy to see.

"Master Locke, our warriors have started to counterattack. Should you also start?" Elder Snow informer raised his head and said to Locke who had turned into a bloodline.

The appearance of a bone monster after Locke's bloodline became a synonym for no one in any direction.

And the strong biological field possessed by the third-level creatures also puts a lot of pressure on this snow informer elder.

"Wait a second, the slave creatures are not ready to fight yet." Standing on the back of the mutant cow Gelong, beside him was quietly waiting for the demigod-level dark fighting tyrannosaurus, Locke said in a hurry. .

The life and death of Xuexian had nothing to do with him.

Although he had promised to rescue them from the encirclement, Locke did not say that he would go up now.

Whether it is a slave creature or a knight under his hands, any loss is the ending that Locke does not want to see.

He prefers to let these Snow Informer fighters replace them and take away the strength of the Titan Protoss Corps on the battlefield.

Locke's inaction makes the elders of the snow informer beside him anxious like ants on the hot pot.

The front-line soldiers sacrifice every minute and every second. As the elders of the clan, he can't play any role in helping them. This is a kind of torment.

So a half day passed.

High-level Protoss such as Athel and other Titans found on the front of the company's battlefield

, Are a little curious about the meaning of this team.

If it were not for the siege of the snow informer army, it was ordered by the fourth-level Titan **** Lord Hephaestus himself, and Athol would like to lead the army to the trouble of Locke and others.

"Are the snow informers crazy? Why are you just rushing towards our front!" a silver Titan on the front screamed.

Titan giants love eating snow informers, but if the number of opponents is too large, it will be enough to break the stomach pouch of Titan Protoss.

In this central snowfield battlefield, there are a total of nearly 120,000 snow informers army.

These snow informer warriors are also the last elite of this plane, and almost every end has the strength of entry-level servants.

It determines the important role of the Snow Informer family in the future.

"Sir Atsel, the corps of the Wizarding World has begun to act, and the goal is us!" As the interim commander Atsel's patience was about to be worn out, a message came from a bronze Titan.

"Hum! It's them who are waiting! Three thousand soldiers are assigned to respond to the regiment, and Herak and Taylor are two of them in the past!" Athol ordered the bronze Titan.

The Titan giant who only divided the bottom third of his face against Locke and his team was not Athelto, but the Titan giant was already adapted to the battle with fewer wins.

Moreover, these giants all have a level of life above one level, and it is not necessarily true that the group of slaves, mainly composed of slave creatures, will be lost.

"Remember the conditions you promised!" On the back of the mutant beast Geelong, Locke turned his head and sneered to the snow informer elder crawling on the ground.

If this poor indigenous creature promised him many additional conditions, Locke still planned to watch the battle for a while.

The sorrow of weak creatures is nothing more than that.

Slave creatures and knights entered the battlefield together. The most prominent and eye-catching is the three-level mutant beast at the front and the dark fighting tyrannosaurus.

"That's it" Silver Titan Atsel looked at the dark fighting tyrannosaurus in the sky, and suddenly there was a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

There is an elder brother of the Golden Titan level, and Athur can certainly see the life level of the dark fighting tyrannosaurus.

Even it can feel that the dark fighting tyrannosaurus that is inferior to itself is probably stronger than its elder brother.

"Damn, there is such a strong enemy at this level, how can there be no intelligence in advance." Silver Titan Athur's face is dignified.

Just received the news that its brother Anell led a team of Titan giant warriors to the half-face of the steam to detect the situation of the Titan giants stationed there.

According to the itinerary of the water vapor half plane from the snow informer world, I am afraid that it will take at least half a month to wait for Agnel to return.

"Would you like to find Sogra and Plato for help?" Athol considered.

The most suitable for opponents of the demigod level is the existence of the same level.

There is no corresponding Golden Titan repression on the frontal battlefield. Athol is very worried that the flame and the craftsman **** entrusted them to the encirclement. It is really broken by these snow informers and the suddenly appearing knight and slave creature troops.

It was also when Athel struggled, the intensity of the front-line battlefield had stepped into enthusiasm.

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