The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

"If you don't be a big brother in personnel affairs, your trick won't work, it's better to shoot rockets on the city wall..."

The underground is extremely hot and stuffy. Although there is no pain, the feeling of sweat stains on the flesh and the armor and robes sticking together is more uncomfortable than killing the players. After a while, some people complained.

"Only in this way can the gravel beach above our heads be fully burned. Let's go, we should go out. It won't take long for this place to collapse."

Do not do personnel to order the players to evacuate and sprinkle fire oil in the tunnel.

The speed at which they evacuated was clearly rehearsed many times.

More than 1 people withdrew to the southern city wall in less than 5 minutes. Only some important players were still in the bunker. At this time, the second wave of undead had already reached about 100 meters from the city wall.

"Almost, detonate the fulcrum."

Observe the movements of the undead without doing personnel affairs.

The number of this wave of undead is estimated to be tens of thousands, densely gathered into a gray-green ocean, and the momentum is astonishing, but now is the time when the gifts he prepared for the undead will come in handy.

"The blasting team has received it, and it is expected to complete the blasting in three seconds!"

The information of several players popped up in the team channel.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"boom--!"

There were five muffled sounds in succession from the ground.

Immediately after, the ground began to shake violently, and five important load-bearing fulcrums in the bunker were detonated by pyro-explosion techniques, and at the same time, a large amount of kerosene left in the bunker was also detonated.

in chaos.

The ground outside the southern city wall began to collapse on a large scale, and countless undead fell into the pit just like that. The high-temperature air and kerosene in the ground burned violently after fully contacting with oxygen, which was more burning than the surface kerosene ignited by the players before. be more vigorous.

Flames lit up the sky.

The orange flame jumped several meters high, showing its might to the undead.

A crematorium about two kilometers long and 50 meters wide appeared outside the southern wall of the Emerald Fortress.

Looking down from the sky.

It is like a bright isolation belt, separating the southern city wall from the undead.

"Wonderful idea!" On the city wall, Cremon praised the idea of ​​not doing human affairs.

The bunker worked twice in a row.

The first wave of skeletal vanguards devouring the undead was directly attrition, and it was impossible for these skeletal warriors to be resurrected.

The core army that ate most of the undead in the second wave also couldn't be resurrected. They were all destroyed by the fire, and now they have formed a isolation zone to protect the southern city wall.

"You are absurd, this is just some tricks."

He smiled humbly without being a human being. When facing the old knight, he would unconsciously show enough respect.

The wind and frost on the old face always reminded him of his grandfather who had suffered bullets from Japanese pirates on the battlefield.

"If it's all a trick..."

Cremon didn't continue speaking, his voice and smile seemed to be frozen by the howling wind from the fortress.

Following Clement's gaze, his heart tightened and his hands and feet felt cold.

At the same time, a vigorous dragon roar resounded over the entire fortress, like thunder!

"The ghost dragon attacked directly!" The most handsome Yan Shuang, who was carrying Bai Yuekui on the tower, exclaimed.

The rotting dragon wings covering the sky and lingering in the black mist of death are like clouds hanging from the sky, and the poisonous despair mercilessly penetrates the hearts of the defenders on the southern city wall.

The chattering players looked outside the city wall.

The mountains of Luerke are pitch black, and only the shadows of overlapping trees can be vaguely discerned.

Above the shadow of the tree, for the first time, the gigantic figure of the ghost dragon Engus was completely revealed from the cloud of death, and it was no longer concealed.

His bones were as pale as frost and snow, but the breath of death on his body was as dark as night, as cold as a vulture.

He is getting closer.

When it almost entered the range of influence of the Moonlight Holy Well, it suddenly circled upwards.

The dragon wings smothered in the breath of death flapped towards the direction of the fortress, and the dark whirlwind roared in every corner of the fortress.

"what--"

The screams of the soldiers were shrill and desperate, panting like hunted animals. The black wind blinded their eyes, and the breath of the undead eroded their nerves.

"Protect the Moonlight Holy Well!"

The roar of gold-piercing gravel came from the city wall.

What followed was the sound of the hovering horn, which was far away at first, intermittently, and then got closer and closer until they were coherent, climbing towards the top of the clouds!

"Who launched the attack?"

His eyes widened in disrespect.

"Boom—" A steel gate somewhere was lowered, and the whole ground shook violently.

"This is the horn sounded by the Duke of North Wind."

"The Duke of Beifeng rushed out on a horse, leading a team of knights!"

It is already difficult to tell who is shouting without doing human affairs, he can only look in the general direction.

I saw the east side of the southern city wall.

Just in front of the isolation zone that has been extinguished by the black wind set off by the ghost dragon.

The Duke of Beifeng led a group of knights to ride Juechen, and rushed to meet the undead passing through the isolation zone.

"Fuck! The Duke of Beifeng is so fierce!"

Don't be dumbfounded.

Immediately after him, he saw the Duke of North Wind and the knights he led fell off their horses—their horses lost control when faced with the threat of the undead.

But the Duke of Beifeng and a group of knights immediately stood up from the ground. Holding their shields and holding their swords and hammers, they continued to rush towards the wave of undead.

"Although the Duke of Beifeng is a champion knight, I'm afraid it will be cold to rush in like this. Is there anyone to help them?"

The voice just fell.

Clement's figure disappeared.

The amiable old knight turned into a streak of scarlet lightning in the night-shrouded gravel beach. Like a meteor, it swept towards the direction of the Duke of North Wind. The scarlet lightning spread everywhere, tearing the body of the undead.

That was the sword slash of Dou Qi erupting from Cremon's body.

Roads of blood light opened up a road filled with bloody thorns in the wave of undead.

Until he meets the Duke of North Wind.

The ghost dragon circling in the sky found these two special existences going upstream. The will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes flickered, and he twisted his body and rushed towards Cremon. At the same time, pale frost came out of the dragon's mouth. The fog and the breath of the exhausted dragon are already brewing.

If they were sprayed by the exhausted dragon's breath, Cremon and Duke Borei would definitely turn into two ice sculptures on the spot.

The players watched this thrilling scene, their hearts already in their throats.

"Arrogant human beings, sleep in eternal silence!"

The ghost dragon Engus raised his head and roared, and the breath of the withered dragon gushed out.

The frost was like a pale river sweeping and surging in the direction of Cremon and the others.

The Duke of Beifeng wiped out the surrounding undead with a hammer, and was just about to follow Cremon to retreat towards the city wall, when the glacier that rushed from the sky suddenly exploded, and moved towards every part of the battlefield at a strange speed. spread.

"It's over!" Duke Beifeng's eyes were tearing apart.

He paid the price for his recklessness.

It may even be necessary to recruit a capable general under the command of the Winter King.

"Time stands still!"

A light female voice sounded.

The golden light shrouded the surroundings, and the Frost Dragon's Breath was blocked from the golden light, as if it was frozen there, making it difficult to move forward.

Roy walked out from the shadow of the golden clock, holding a champion knight immobile in one hand, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and the figure disappeared instantly.

When it reappeared, it had brought Clement and Ongel to the city wall.

The Frost Dragon's Breath continued to rage forward.

The knights brought out of the fortress by Onger instantly turned into silent ice sculptures.