Chapter 25 Slaughter

"Bum! Bang!"

A muffled sound hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer. The warcraft, which had already fallen into madness, did not care about the life and death of its companions. The blood stained the whole earth red. The spreading blood gathered into a stream, and countless warcrafts stepped on the blood and rushed to this rock-solid fortress, and The strong wall was also hit by countless Warcraft and trembled gently.

At this moment, the archers who had been hiding in the mouth of the stack and kept bowing and arching arrows had already been replaced by a group of strong men with big arms and round waists. There were many black spheres piled up beside those strong men. Those spheres were as dark as ink, and a strong smell of oil permeated the whole city.

The strong men picked up the black ball around them in one hand, rubbed the flint in the other hand, and a dazzling flame suddenly rose. Those strong men are obviously trained for a long time and are extremely skilled in throwing out the fireballs in their hands. Not only that, they can also aim at the place where the monsters gather.

The fireballs did not burn violently at the beginning. When they stayed a distance of dozens of meters in the sky and fell into the Warcraft group, with a "bang", the fireball exploded in an instant, and countless small fires splashed everywhere, and once those originally not dazzling fires fell on the Warcraft, they would burn violently. Get up, the fire will devour the beast in the blink of an eye. It is not only those low-level monsters, but also the ordinary primary beast kings will be burned to death by this fire.

A strong smell of burnt came. Seeing this scene, Jing Chen couldn't help frowning slightly, not only because of the bloody scene, but also because of the endless howling and grief. At this moment, Jing Chen couldn't help but feel a sense of heart. Although these are all warcrafts, although the purpose of these warcrafts is to kill, and although the relationship between himself and his companions and these warcrafts is to kill or be killed, Jing Chen is still a little unacceptable. So many lives are slaughtered like weeds in front of his eyes.

"Chen." Yue Yanran, who could stand firmly with the support of Jing Chen, turned her head and looked at Jing Chen. Although her body and mind were trembling at this moment, she still found that Jing Chen's mood was a little abnormal.

He turned his head and looked at Yue Yanran doubtfully, but he saw him looking at himself with a pale face. At this moment, Jing Chen was shocked. At this moment, he understood that he understood that this seemingly endless slaughter was not the original intention of everyone. He or they had to do so, just like now he wanted to protect himself. Same as a woman.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded, and the whole city wall trembled.

"What's going on?" The general shouted harshly.

A watchman quickly came to his side. The watchman saluted the general a standard military salute, and then reported, "Report to the general, a large number of energy attacks suddenly appeared in the herd, and the wall was slightly damaged."

"What?" The guard changed color. Although the slight damage to the city wall is not a big deal, you should know that this is only the first collective attack of Warcraft. Looking at the situation in front of him, this must be a protracted battle, and it will be damaged after the battle. How can he accept it?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The huge explosion did not stop because of the general's surprise. Ordinary energy attacks were even mixed with magic attacks. Seeing this, the general frowned and looked at the old men in the golden robe, and the old men in the golden robes seemed to feel the eyes of the general, with the first one's eyes slightly. The old man with white and kind eyebrows suddenly opened his eyes.

The old man waved his hands, and an extremely cold air instantly enveloped a large area of the city wall. The originally bright wall was also covered with a burst of white frost. This late spring night seemed to return to the deep winter in an instant, and it was also the deep winter in the far north of the mainland. Even Jingchen was covered with cold. Trembling, his eyes looked at the old man in surprise.

The old man didn't care about the eyes of others at all. The cold flashing ice cream gradually floated in front of him. Suddenly, the old man's eyes condensed, and the sleeve of his right hand robe waved. In an instant, the dozens of ice creams shot from the arrows on the crossbow were several times faster, shooting directly at the king-level monsters in the warcraft group.

"Puff! Poo! Poo!" A series of punctured sounds sounded, and all the monsters targeted by the ice had a big hole in their heads without exception. In an instant, dozens of blood springs gushed out, as if a burst of blood rain swept the whole visible space with the naked eye. The air was already filled with a strong smell of blood, which was even more pungent at this moment.

Seeing this scene, the leading old man in a golden robe slowly closed his deep and breathtaking eyes, as if nothing had happened.

Above the wall, many people cast aweful eyes at the leading old man. The old man's weight-lifting posture just now has obviously reached the master level, otherwise even the strong at the peak of level seven can't achieve this effect.

Seeing the performance of the old man in the golden robe, Armandron's face also changed slightly. He looked sideways at the old man. At this moment, the old man also seemed to feel Armandron's eyes. His eyes opened again and nodded kindly in the direction of Armandron. This is respect for the strong, perhaps the current On the wall, only Amandron deserves the respect of the old man.

Although low-level Warcrafts did not have wisdom, they watched their kings be easily slaughtered by the little ones on the wall, and the warcrafts that were roaring and rushing to the city wall suddenly stopped. In the world of Warcraft, the rules are very simple. The law of the jungle. Seeing the figures that needed to look up, they fell down, and the low-level Warcraft with the largest proportion in the tide of beasts began to retreat.

There is no life. Whether it is human beings, elves, dwarves, or warcrafts, no one wants to die in vain. Seeing his king, his lord has fallen, these monsters have not been in a mess. It is not easy. If you want them to attack again, I'm afraid it will be more difficult, unless...< /P>

"Roar!"

It is another domineering roar. Every time the beast tide's offensive weakens, the beast roar will sound, and every time the beast roars, the warcraft before the Cologne fortress must be crazy again.

Similarly, it is still the same this time. Just as the roar of the beast sounded, the beast tide, which was already a little chaotic, was once again integrated. Whether it was low-level warcraft or those beast kings, they were crazy. At this moment, they have no regard to the weapons that can take away a large number of lives in an instant, nor to the strong man who can take the life of their leader by waving their hands, because they understand the meaning of the roar, rush, may die, just like the corpses they have stepped on; but not rush, they will definitely die, and immediately, horse Go!

Of course, the people on the wall will not understand the ideas of these monsters. In the eyes of everyone, only the beast tide rushed to the wall with a more fierce posture. They were not afraid of death. They built a long ladder with their own flesh and blood.

The huge flame was accompanied by the sound of "Zizi" oil and water being ignited, and the long ladders built by the monsters with flesh and blood were also ignited by fireballs thrown by the wall. Despite this, there are still countless warcrafts rushing up this long ladder full of raging fire and thick black smoke, which is their only way out and their only hope for survival.

All low-level monsters believe that as long as they can cross the long ladder and rush to the top of the city, those little things will not pose much threat to them. This may be the benefit of simple mind. They have forgotten how the lives of their leaders were harvested in groups by the "little guys" in their eyes. .

"Roar!"

"Wow! Whoo-hoo!"

The battlefield was full of the roar of Warcraft and the whining before death. At this moment, among the Zeus students, only Jing Chen and Anton can still stand when they see this scene. Even Yue Yanran, they also rely on Jing Chen to stand. This time, Amandron did not scold those students. I have to say that he is a qualified tutor, because he knows the limits of the cadets. It is too difficult for a cadet to face these calmly. Even many recruits who have fought several big battles in the army feel scared for them.

The earth is still trembling violently, and the whole Cologne fortress is shaky in this sea of warcraft. Those junior beast kings are far more terrible than low-level warcraft. Even if they are shot through by heavy crossbows, they will not die immediately. They are still charging and charging again.

A middle-level beast king rushed up the long ladder with a group of low-level monsters that were a little similar to it when his neck was pierced. It didn't rush for dozens of meters. There was a huge blood hole on its body. It gasped and struggled forward, and another cold light flashed. This time, it not only pierced its forelimbs. Even a few low-level monsters following it were implicated.

This time, the middle-level beast king finally couldn't stand it anymore. It roared unwillingly. It raised its last magic and spit out a huge fireball and smashed it on the wall. The fireball crossed the sky. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people on the wall, it hit the huge and strong wall weakly, and finally only left A trace of scorching black.