Chapter 286 The rest of the life after the war

Wei Wuji led the elite cavalry regiment, like an iron stream, chiseling through the beast crowd.

The elders in the team finally exerted their terrible fighting power. Their strength is not weak in the first place, but now with energy weapons or metal sharp weapons, their force has soared.

I always act in Guangming City and keep a low profile.

At present, it's time to work hard. Fight for yourself and for the remaining people.

Only by killing a bloody way can we retain a trace of tribal fire!

An old man assigned to a long sword followed the cavalry on foot. He suddenly accelerated under his feet, clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and let out a roar in his mouth. A snow-white arc stretched from the front of him, cutting the blocking orc into two sections.

Blood was drenched on his face, and he seemed to be unconscious. The body swirled rapidly, and another arc lit up and cut at another orc.

"Kill!" Wei Wuji, the leader, roared loudly, and the energy weapon in his hand pulled out a four- or five-meter-long golden light, and four or five huge heads were thrown into the air.

"Kill!" Everyone is like crazy, attacking in the beast crowd.

They are the most powerful melee force in Guangming City. If they can't resist it, the destruction of Guangming City is in front of them.

Everyone's eyes turned red.

The roar of the machine gun, the bombardment of the catapult, and the crackling sound of the sniper gun converged into the first torrent.

The howling of the war horses, the roar of soldiers, the mourning of death, and the dull sound of metal cutting into flesh and blood are intertwined inside and outside the city wall.

corpses are floating all over the place and blood is flowing.

The lonely city of 8,000 people fought against the invasion of 20,000 orcs, and there was a state of glue.

The catapult began to be dumb, and the orcs had invaded all parts of the city.

Unstoppable, like a wolf entering the sheep.

There are constant believers dying, and there are continuous organic guns and throwing stones.

Orcs are not soft persimmons. They are the hegemons and controllers of the test site.

Wei Wuqi grabbed Barrett and used it as a shotgun.

There is no need to aim at all. Shaking your hand is just a shot.

The orc's head burst open, red, white and black, like smashing a miscellaneous sauce shop.

Stop retreating under your feet, pull the bolt and hit another shot.

Guangming City was in a mess and almost lost its command. Everyone fights separately, but even before death, they have to exhaust the last trace of physical strength, even if they contribute little strength.

A human soldier who was smashed half of his body by an orc, struggled to bite the orc's leg and couldn't let go.

In a catapult position invaded by the orcs, the soldiers ignited ammunition and died with the orcs.

Five old, weak, sick and disabled, rolling with an orc. The sound of bone fracture sounded, and both ears of the orc were torn off. One of them was beaten in two by the orc, but his fingers were still tightly in the orc's eyes.

Eight machine guns, intertwined with firepower, try to shoot at the most dense place of the orcs. The shooter's hands were full of blisters, which were so hot that he could hardly hold them firmly, but he clenched his steel teeth and his eyes were full of perseverance.

Keep it, the remnants of human beings.

If you lose it, almost no one can survive.

"Light, light, light, light," the voices in the city converge into a torrent, constantly identifying their guarding beliefs.

"Woo-woo..."

The horn of retreat sounded, and the orc left the body of his companion and began to retreat.

Wei Wuji cut off the throat of the last orc and glanced behind him. There are less than half of the remaining elites.

"Finally retreated!" Jietian breathed a sigh of relief and rushed out of the city. Between several ups and downs, he turned back to a section of the remaining wall.

Looking around, it's like hell.

"Count casualties and bandage wounds. Clean up the bodies and rebuild the fortifications. Jietian swept the battlefield with cold eyes and ordered loudly.

Wei Wuji, who was covered with plasma, had no time to rest and led the remaining 50 or 60 elites to shuttle through the battlefield and harvest the orcs that were not cut off.

Wei Wujip rearranged the intact machine guns, sniper rifles and catapults to build crossfire.

The soldiers of Li Luan and Buji suffered the most casualties, and less than one-third of them were intact. Before they had time to complain, they quickly reassembed and assigned them to all the gaps in the city wall.

Jietian looked at the temple in the city with a solemn face.

At the top of the temple, a big black wolf gave a long howling "Wow..." to the west, and then swallowed the colorful oval items on his paws back into his stomach with a complicated expression.

In an hour, the statistical results came out.

Twenty thousand orcs attacked the city and killed 12,000. Eight thousand people defended, of whom 1,500 were soldiers, and less than 500 were intact. Almost half of the civilians in the city were killed or injured.

That is to say, there are less than 3,000 people in the city who can still operate normally.

What a tragedy!

Even with the help of the hot weapons created by the night, Guangming City is almost lost. If the orcs adjust their state and attack again, no one is sure to resist.

A white crane carrying a petite woman landed on the open space in front of the temple.

The white crane spat out and said to the woman on his back, "Fengling, the Lord ordered me to protect you, but I may go back on my word."

"What are you going to do?" The wind chimes are puzzled.

The white crane looked at the dilapidated city with a complicated expression, was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Although I am one of the twelve purple guards of the lord, I have also integrated part of Bai Yu's thinking. Bai Yu used to be the patron saint of the tribe, so I don't want the tribe to be destroyed.

The wind chime is still confused. He doesn't know much about Ziji. But she was not dull, so she heard some signs from these words: "Are you going to fight with the orcs?"

Bai He nodded and seemed to have made some determination: "Fengling, please do something."

"Uh-huh!"

"After a while, you will fly to the orc station with me. I will exhaust all the energy in my body and make a crazy attack. If the orcs are in chaos, you will bring me back. If there is a master guard of the orcs, then you can pass the message back alone. Don't worry, I won't die. I'm a special existence. At most, I just lose this body.

Seeing that Ziji had made up her mind to go, there was no way to persuade her, so Feng Ling had to nod.

The white crane carried the woman, rose to the sky and galloped to the northwest.

The night is not there. Although there is a Jietian command in the city, it is chaotic and complicated.

Without the backbone, the bright city is no longer bright.

The believers who prayed under the bronze statue were ordered to treat the injured and bury the body. When the white crane flew across the sky, he looked doubtfully, but he was not in the mood to discuss it.

"The deceased will return to the embrace of the God of Light. If you are alive, you should cheer up and fight for survival. Li Ge also carried blood on his body, and there were only a few women left behind him.

"Bless the God of Light!"

"Bless my Lord!"

Soldiers and pure believers have different reactions, but they both want to strengthen their faith.

On top of their heads is a huge ball of light, which is the light brought by their Lord. Now the orcs are invading and the darkness is shrouded. Their faith is still there, but where is the road?

"Is the wind blowing? This is the wind!"

Someone stretched out his hand into the air, with a little uncertainty in his tone.

How can there be wind? Will there be new changes in the test site?

Jietian fell from the top of the city wall, so that Wei Wuji and Wei Wujian continued to clean up the battlefield and decided to go to the place where the wind blew.

Wei Wuji brought a zebra. In the battle just now, it just lost its owner. Jietian didn't say much. He turned over and rushed out of the gap in the wall and galloped to the northwest.

After running for four or five kilometers, the scene in front of him gradually became clear.

There are four huge vortices in the air, with a diameter of more than 100 meters. Dust and sand were swept up by the hurricane, and the wind and sand rose all over the sky. The hurricane turned faster and faster. First, the head-sized stones were sucked into the air. Gradually, the stones more than one meter in diameter slowly left the ground and were involved in the whirlpool.

"What is this?" Jietian was stunned.

In my impression, Zhao Yibiao danced a long spear and pulled out a golden thunder more than 100 meters long, but compared with the scenery in front of him, it was insignificant. The wind column thousands of meters high, with a diameter of more than 100 meters, is not like manpower at all.

The horses under Jie Tianle subconsciously stepped back a few steps.

There is someone in the air!

His eyes were sharp, and he saw the white crane and wind chimes through the wind pillar.

"Hey!" Jietian greeted them loudly, but they were far apart and did not respond at all.

Suddenly, the white crane suddenly fell from the air, and Jie Tian was shocked and was about to rush in that direction.

But the wind column rotated more violently. A strong wind hit, and his eyes were full of dust. The figure of the white crane was suddenly covered.

Jietian jumped out of the horse, shook the reins, and let the war horse return to the city first. He hurried in the direction of his memory.

The wind column seems to be commanded and moves northwest at a very fast speed.

That position is the temporary station of the orcs.

Jietian will be close to the ground and run quickly. Spread out the perception and control the movement within 100 meters around. Suddenly, he dodged, pulled out a shallow arc, pulled out the dagger at his waist with his right hand, and waved it hard.

The bright red blood spilled out. It was an orc with a mole-like head.

Before the blood landed, it was swept up by the hurricane and rotated into the air with the body.

"Oh no!" Jietian was already a little sure that the scene in front of him was made by the white crane and the wind chimes. But there must be orcs around. They may have fallen into the orc's encirclement.

Judging from the posture that fell just now, they have now landed. It is estimated that the bloody war should have begun! Jietian accelerated again, and there was only a virtual shadow left in his body shape. In just a few dozen breaths, he rushed to the designated position. On the way, he solved the two orc sentries.

Looking up, the white crane was slowly falling, and the wind bell held it up with both hands, trying to take it away. But Ziji is too big, and the wind chime is not enough to fly with her, so she can only slow down as much as possible.

The sad screams in the distance came one after another, and it seemed that the orcs had been attacked.

Jietian glanced around warily. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly rolled over.

A sharp javelin roared past.

Jietian set his mind and felt that it extended in the direction of the javelin. An orc with a tiger's head was rushing, only a few breaths, and rushed to the front.

The orc waved out with one paw, bringing a bad wind.

Jietian was not in a hurry. When his claws were approaching, he suddenly became short and avoided the attack.

Look at the other party clearly. This is a tiger-headed man nearly 4 meters tall.

He opened his mouth and roared at Jietian. The action was non-stop, and the two claws beat alternately.

Jietian glanced at the sky with the afterglow of the corners of his eyes and became anxious.

He suddenly turned back, and the dagger threw out a black arc. This move comes from the skills of Level 7 Warcraft. Now he is proficient and instinctive.

The tiger-headed man knew that it was powerful, so he hurriedly avoided it, and his mouth opened again.

Just as Jietian was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a white light ball coming. He quickly turned to one side, but the ball of light followed like a shadow. He hated it in his heart. I'm afraid this is the special skill of the tiger-headed man.

With no time to think about it, he hurriedly rose up and rushed to the tiger-headed man.

When it was approaching, Jietian drew another dagger, and without looking at the result, he accelerated his speed and passed the orc. Behind him came the sound of blood splashing and the sound of the photosphere breaking the air.

"Lock!"

Hearing a shout behind his back, the light ball perceived by Jietian was suddenly fixed.

He stopped suddenly, rushed back in the opposite direction, and shouted, "Be careful, the tiger-headed man is at least a master of Huang Jing."

Before the words fell, the tiger's head's figure soared, and he actually raised more than one meter alive. The four- or five-meter-long tail was like a steel whip, sweeping at the wind chime.