Chapter 142 Force and Magic!

Based on the total strength, the strength of each player is 1 million, that is to say, there are only 3 teams and 2 semi-formed troops left on the battlefield. Only 5 or 6 people survived? This is not the case. In this harsh battle, it is impossible to maintain a perfect establishment! Russia's 3 million troops and the United States' 2.4 million troops are evenly distributed among more than 40 players!

It's all defeated teams! The final stage of the game is a test of the players' own strength! How to command is not so important.

The remaining vampires in the United States rushed to the other party's giant axe soldiers!

The remaining Russian archers pulled out their daggers and rushed to the front line!

The sandstorm rolled in the distance, and several groups of arms on both sides were swept into the sky, and the soldiers continued to spin in the eyes of the wind.

Which side can win? Is it Russia or the United States?

Zhang Mu really can't figure it out. From the perspective of the viewer, he can't know the specific number of troops of the other party.

At this time, two white lights spewed out from the hands of two American heroes. Visible to the naked eye, there was a huge light with the thickness of normal people's arms on the orcs, and then bounced a few times on other arms at will.

Chain lightning!

"There is so much magic on these Americans. Maybe America..." Xu Feng has smoked three cigarettes in a row and stared at the screen without squinting.

"Can the United States win? But Russia has always had the upper hand! 2.4 million to 2.1 million." Zhang Mu did not look back. He was watching the changes on the battlefield carefully.

"The shooters have used up their ammunition. The next thing to fight is the remaining magic value and the number of arms, and the rank of arms. Look at it. Russia has an advantage in all aspects, but the magic is ignorant. Only 6 of the 15 heroes on the field are not orcs, and it seems that the 6 heroes do not have it. The ability to release magic..."

"Kanka!"

American players split another chain of lightning! This time, together with the chain lightning, it is a fireball!

High and lethal magic is rampant in the Russian troops. Every magic flashes, and the gap between the two sides will be closer! A team of Russian orcs rushed forward crazily, but before they reached the midfield, a 'mud' appeared under their feet and a 'cursed doll' appeared on their heads.

"Ai, the slow method and the curse hit this team of orcs at the same time. It seems that this is the main force of Russia." Wei Yang said seriously, and then sighed: "The orcs are all good, but the speed is too bad. If only there were magic heroes to assist..." As soon as the words fell, a 'whirlwind' and 'green shield' appeared on the orc slaughterer, and the 'bloody slaughterer' who was supported by the movement speed rushed to the opponent's skeleton in an instant. With a big stick, the skeleton was scattered! The hero standing behind the skeleton made a scream. He covered his chest and fell under the horse - this was the performance of the hero after the full force, and he died automatically!

Russia's counterattack!

"Crush!" Zhang Mu clenched his fist and roared.

7 and 8 teams of green skins stepped on the yellow sand and approached the miscellaneous troops of the United States.

The winner is already clear!

Under the same level and the same strategic treasure, no race can be compared with the savage orcs, and the melee strength of the orcs is the strongest!

"Boom!!"

"Ah?!"

However, the final result was the defeat of the Russian team, because when all the short-range troops rushed to the U.S. troops, the 'mines' that had been planted for a long time exploded one after another... Blood flowed in the desert, and the limbs flew around!

The orcs and the heroes who commanded them fell one after another. Russia's troops were directly reduced from 2 million to 1.2 million. Although the American team has exhausted its magic, it has an absolute advantage of 2 million troops!

The final winner of this game is the American team!

"What a fucking cool!" The hooligan leader stood up excitedly and waved his arms. The two sides went back and forth for ten rounds. In the end, the American team turned the tide. This result was really unexpected. This is a battle between force and magic! The final winner is the tricky American team!

Zhang Mu also stood up and couldn't help shouting, "Okay! It's so beautiful!" But when he thought that he would deal with the American team tomorrow, he was nervous again.

Suddenly, someone patted him gently on the shoulder. Zhang Mu turned around and looked at it. Xu Feng said slowly, "Tomorrow is the finals. I hope you can cheer up, although I'm not optimistic about you. But I always hope that the winner of the first game in history will be our Chinese player.

What does this mean?

Zhang Mu frowned and wondered, "Why? Do you think I'm going to lose?

Xu Feng suddenly laughed: "To be honest, I made a bet with my subordinates. The bet is 1 million. I bet you will lose..."

Zhang Mu's calm face gritted his teeth and said, "You... are so annoying!"

Xu Feng shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It doesn't matter. I'm just doing my own business. I'm not RMB. How can I make everyone like it? If you really hate me, fight a beautiful battle and let me lose this gamble. After a pause, Xu Feng smiled and said, "Twelve, the finals will be ten thousand times more wonderful than today. The battle is definitely your unexpected tragedy. You have to be mentally prepared, and you will definitely be excluded with the strongest troops. After all, that's 500,000 US dollars. This money is quite attractive to ordinary players. As the commander of the Chinese team, if you want to get the highest bonus, you will work several times more than others. I foresaw the fact that tomorrow, both the Chinese team and the American team will be in a state of no command. It is a battle of 99 against 100, the strongest against the strongest..."

After saying that, Xu Feng lost a cigarette to Zhang Mu and said with a smile, "Come on, the Chinese team loses, and I win the money. The Chinese team wins, and I win the honor. I won't lose this bet anyway. I'm the winner forever.

"I believe the Chinese team can win!" Zhang Muzhan said firmly.

"Well, not necessarily." Xu Feng shook his head and walked out of the clubhouse.

Chen Long, who has been seldom talking, suddenly came to Zhang Mu and asked, "What do you think of tomorrow's game? Do you want me to talk to the old guns? The finals can't be messy, can it?

"It's useless." Zhang Mu said with a face, "I don't know what medicine this old gun took wrong. It targets me everywhere. I have talked to him many times, but he just disagrees."

"There will be the finals tomorrow. At this throt, if everyone is not united, it will be over. We can see how strong the American team is." Longgen said.

"I want to, but..." Zhang Mu's mind was in chaos.

"Kid, do you want to go to the restaurant for a midnight snack and talk about tomorrow's game?" The old gun of the temple came to Zhang Mu with a blank face.

(to be continued)