Infinity Throne

Yi Linlu's "little trick" indeed did not cause any shock to the tribal army.

Do what you have to do.

Yi Lin thought for a while, then stood up, walked to the tauren, and typed some information about the world from the side.

The tauren had a good impression of this "human from another world" who was not very skinny but could survive being patted on the shoulder.

Regarding Yi Lin's problems, the tauren also knew everything, talked about everything, and had a cheerful personality.

"I see."

Yi Lin roughly understood.

The end.

"My name is Sarah Bloodhoof." Sarah Bloodhoof's nostrils trembled in her dark nostrils as she breathed heavily: "What a pity, human, if you were stronger, you would be qualified to be my husband! "

Fucked!

Yi Lin was shocked.

This tauren who drove him into the dirt with a few slaps was actually a cow!

After Yi Lin obtained information about this world, she was so frightened that she ran away.

Xu Anjing saw Yi Lin walking quickly back from the bonfire banquet with a pale face. He closed his eyes and felt it for a while, with a strange look on his face: "Your 'color' doesn't seem right. What happened?"

What she was even more curious about was what could cause a man who was in the top 50 in the district service to have such complex "colors" of emotions.

"nothing."

Yi Lin took a few seconds to quickly regain her composure and calm down from the shadow of the "cow".

He called several teammates except Pan Zhengyi to gather together.

"I probably know the true nature of this trial."

oh?

So sneak away?

He is truly worthy of being officially certified as one of the top fifty spiritual players in the regional server!

Card face!

Suddenly the others became energetic.

"I asked Sarah Bloodhoof, um, that tauren. She said that this alliance war has been going on for three years."

"They don't know why. This burning war has been unable to advance to the next stage. Well, it's quite difficult."

"And this battlefield is just one corner among countless battlefields."

"If I guess correctly, Gul'dan Yanzu, who summoned us before, is just like a clone, not his true body."

Three years!

It turns out that this war has been going on for three years!

How outrageous!

Who knows how these tribal orcs got here in the past three years!

Xu Jingjing suddenly understood: "No wonder the Alliance and the Horde are fighting like a joke, attacking at every turn and retreating at every turn. It turns out they are getting tired of fighting and are just going through the motions?"

"That's about it." Yi Lin nodded: "In other words, in fact, the difficulty of this main mission is not too scary for newbies. After all, the requirement of the main mission is just to survive. So, after the war starts tomorrow , you ask Xu Zhiyong to tell others, try not to kill too harshly, be cowardly if you can, and don’t kill if you can’t."

The others looked at Yi Lin with strange eyes for a moment.

It seems that Yi Lin also said that last sentence not long ago.

"Huh? Why are you looking at me like that? I'm serious this time."

Yi Lin noticed the weird looks in his teammates' eyes, coughed twice, and added calmly:

"The reason is very simple. Our mission goal is just to make these newbies die as few as possible. If we insert too much into the plot, it is likely to significantly increase the difficulty of the mission." Yi Lin thought of the instant kill today. Hammer of the Horde Legion said: "Today we went a little too far, which attracted the opponent's BOSS to take action."

Everyone else gets it.

Although Oda Mai was a little reluctant, Yi Lin's reason was reasonable, so she pursed her lips and said nothing more.

The overall situation is important, the overall situation is important.

Next.

A night of silence.

The next day.

early morning.

The sun is rising.

The orcs rekindled the bonfire, set up pots and pans, and happily cooked breakfast.

In the age of war, being able to have a picnic so leisurely can be regarded as a joy in hardship.

"Uuuuuu——"

Shortly after they finished their breakfast.

The loud horn sound came as promised.

The ferocious-looking orcs climbed up from the ground skillfully, picked up the clubs and weapons beside them, patted their chests and screamed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Pan Zhengyi once again transformed into the orc chief, and fought his way out of the fortress under the stars and the moon.

Yi Lin did not fly high-profile in the sky this time.

The power of that hammer still made him a little frightened.

Yi Lin thought about it yesterday. That shot of [Disaster-ridden] must have been released, and it could never be released empty.

But Muradin King Bronzebeard suddenly transformed from a dwarf into a five-meter giant. It seemed to be a special mode that could make him immune to all negative conditions. As a result, Yilin's control skills were unable to exert their intended effect.

The two sides resumed fighting.

After Yi Lin understood the background view of this "Burning War" world, she felt the atmosphere of the battlefield again this time, and she had a different experience.

Whether it is the Alliance or the Horde, although their words and actions are still murderous and full of gunpowder smoke, they have a bit more of a weird atmosphere of "swiping your card to go to work".

Punch in and leave on time.

This is the war between the Horde and the Alliance.

This time.

Yi Lin drove like a shadow, shot with both guns, and secretly picked up heads in the melee.

He chose the simplest and crudest "Super Charged Bullet" output mode, one shot at a time, clean and crisp.

His bullet passed directly through the peeping gap. Once the bullet came out of the chamber, an innocent life was harvested and the corresponding chaos value was obtained.

Although this sneaky way of spawning monsters is not as efficient as yesterday's full-scale attack, it is worse than safety.

Muradin King Bronzebeard did not come out of the battlefield again, and stayed deep in the enemy's formation.

This is also normal.

This war has been going on for three years, and everyone is tired and exhausted. However, the two sides are evenly matched, and neither side can completely eliminate the other side in a wave of charges. This physically and mentally exhausting stalemate has become inevitable.

Yilin's senses were released, covering the battlefield.

At this time, he frowned slightly.

After yesterday's battle, the newbies who had been pushed to the shelves were much more agile in their movements.

I saw many people flexibly dodging attacks from the enemy or friendly parties in the melee. They raised their bone-cutting knives with their backhand and tore the opponent's armor with one strike, making their eyes red.

"There seems to be something wrong with this fighting ability."

Yi Lin asked in the team channel:

"Jingjing, did Xu Zhiyong and the others mention anything special?"

"No, he said he feels much better."

Xu Anjing bent his bow and set up an arrow, moving flexibly on the battlefield like an elf dancing. Every time an arrow was shot, an alliance soldier fell. The attack power was very high.

"In good spirits?"

"Um!"

"Look at Xu Zhiyong, don't let him kill so many people."

"good!"

The simple group chat is over.

Gouko and Mai Oda were somewhat idle on the battlefield.

Since Yi Lin said that killing too much would lead to a strong counterattack from the enemy, they could only continue to paddle as a matter of course.

In the melee, I have to take care of the newbie from time to time, which is indeed a bit tiring.

But there is no way, who makes every newbie represent 1000 death points?

The battle during the day lasted for three hours.

"Woooooooo..."

The horns of both sides sounded almost simultaneously.

The tribal army and the alliance army retreated in tacit agreement.

It's halftime.

Before leaving, there was another exchange of insults with strong camp characteristics.

During these three hours of fighting, the new recruits brought by Yi Lin's team lost more than a dozen people.

After a day and a half, there were only 73 survivors left, which was very distressing.

The newbies huffed and puffed, surviving the fierce battlefield. They had no time to chat and sat on the ground with indifferent expressions.

After experiencing this wave of baptism of blood and fire, the newbies looked obviously different from yesterday.

It feels like a boy has experienced a wedding night, with flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and he has gained a lot of blood and murderous energy overnight.

"Old Xu, show me your weapon."

During the intermission, Yi Lin came to Xu Zhiyong.

Xu Zhiyong and Mrs. Xu had many wounds on their bodies, but after simple bandaging, they were not seriously injured.

Xu Zhiyong, who was sitting on the ground, raised his head blankly after hearing Yi Lin's voice. His eyes were slightly empty and unfocused. A few seconds later, Xu Zhiyong suddenly trembled and came to his senses. He firmly protected the bone-cutting knife that had killed many alliance soldiers and still had blood on it in his arms, shaking his head desperately.

"This is not possible! If I give you the bone-cutting knife, we won't be able to survive."

"I'm just taking a look."

"Look..." Xu Zhiyong struggled with his expression, ferocious veins appeared on his forehead, and his whole body trembled violently as his emotions fluctuated.

At this time, Xu Jingjing, who was not far away from Xu Zhiyong, also noticed that something was wrong with Xu Zhiyong's state. He stepped forward, hugged Xu Zhiyong tightly, and softly sang an ancient ballad in Xu Zhiyong's ears.

The songs Xu Jingjing sang were not in any understandable language. But the softly hummed melody seemed to have the power to stabilize people's hearts. Xu Zhiyong, who was shaking violently, was held in Xu Anjing's arms, and his expression gradually relaxed.

"I, you, I...quietly..."

After calming down, Xu Zhiyong recalled the scene just now and was so frightened that he threw the bone-cutting knife far away, as if he was throwing a hot iron.

Yi Lin's heart moved.

The bone-cutting knife was suspended in front of Yi Lin.

The bone-cutting knife made of special material had many cracks on it after a day and a half of fighting.

But that's not important.

Yi Lin's pupils shrank slightly. The pale body of the bone-cutting knife had some fine red lines appearing on it. It looked like veins of blood vessels, and there was a faint evil aura.

"There is indeed something wrong with this rare weapon!"

Xu Anjing, combined with Xu Zhiyong's performance as if he was possessed just now, recalled what Yi Lin said about the weirdness of these weapons on the first day, and he immediately concentrated on feeling it. Sure enough, in the field of vision of Elf Eyes, the knife was entangled with two different "colors" of red and black, and the faint coldness made Xu Anjing secretly frightened.

"I see, this is a conspiracy."

A moment later.

Yi Lin sighed softly. Until now, he completely understood the difficulty of this novice trial.