Chapter 464 Persuasion

This sudden change made the eyes of the frozen silkworm and other people almost fall to the ground. Everyone asked in their hearts: 'What the hell is this?'

After the old gun of the temple paused for a long time, it roared crazily and said, "Fuck! God of Fire! Peacock, you two anti-bones!" At this time, more than 3,000 people from the Yanshen Legion and the Peacock Legion joined the battlefield. Their two soldiers and horses gathered in one place and were ready to go on the edge of the battlefield.

While forcibly disipulling the alliance with the Frozen Temple and concluding a permanent fraternal alliance with Chinatown, the emperor smiled.

Surprisingly, it was not only the frozen silkworms, but also the two generals from Chinatown who were like monks who were eight feet tall.

"Isn't this... Yan Temple and Peacock Hall frozen their reinforcements? Why did you suddenly change sides to our side? This is not reasonable!" The myth stared at me and asked.

I frowned and smiled bitterly: "Emperor, honestly, what's going on? Don't say you don't know."

Zhang Mu, who has been watching the battle, finally opened his mouth with a smile and said, "I asked the emperor not to tell you first. If you want to blame me, hey hey, but I don't mean to harm you. I'm just afraid that if you know that there is support, you will take the ice down." What Zhang Mu said is righteous.

The myth said in a sad voice, "Twelve, you are a hundred times more anniper than I thought..." God knows whether this sentence is scolding him or praising him.

Zhang Mu shook his arm and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Destroy the ice and come back to reinforce the main city. The five-way army of Osaka Wolf is getting closer and closer to our main city."

"Received!"

Frozen Temple Voice Channel - "Old Gun, is this the so-called reinforcement in your mouth?" The frozen silkworm gas was extreme, and his whole body was trembling. All the players sitting next to him subconsciously moved away the bench under his buttocks.

The old temple gun covered his head and said in great pain, "I don't know what's going on... Really." Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "White-eyed wolf! When did you hook up with Chinatown?

Yan Shen crazily vented his grievances and said loudly, "Old gun, we will form an alliance with what. Do we need to report to you in advance? What are you? Do you think this was ten years ago? I'm not afraid to tell you frankly that Peacock and I have wanted to go against you for a long time! Haha, you never dreamed that it would fall into our hands today, did you? Humph, today's end is that you suffer on your own and can't blame others.

"All right! You two, the wings are really hard..." The old gun of the temple was completely confused, and he even forgot that he was still on the battlefield.

Think about it, to the point where things have happened so far, who is still in the mood to fight?

The peacock was not as excited as Yan Shen showed, but said calmly, "Brother Gun, if you are usually a little better to our brothers, we may not do something against you... It's your fault that you are too arrogant and arrogant."

"When I took the game, you were still fucking kids... You wait!"

"Enough!" The frozen silkworm scolded flowers in his stomach, and his face was blue and purple.

This is the second mistake he made.

Never let too arrogant people serve as diplomats, which is tantamount to pushing your guild into the fire.

Seeing such a dramatic change in surnames on the battlefield, A Mu repeatedly clapped his hands and cheered, "Haha! That's interesting! It's so funny! The twelve-winged angel is indeed a cunning fox! Before the war, he actually merized the guild that was originally used as a frozen backup... Hahahaha! I didn't expect it, haha!"

Huang Quan smiled easily and said, "This mistake is fatal... He really hasn't made any progress at all."

A Muruan was on the chair and said with a smile, "This appetizing dish really suits my appetite. Huangquan, Osaka Wolf is about to have dinner, right?"

Huang Quan looked at the time and nodded: "There is still half an hour left. Don't worry."

"Well, it's fake to say it's not urgent..." A Mu whispered.

The players of the frozen temple almost lost their fighting spirit and retreated. They were forced to fight back by the Buddha and the myth. They responded to the old saying that the army was defeated like a mountain.

Originally, Frozen was still 50% sure to defeat Chinatown, but the reality was too cruel. At the most critical moment, the alliance guild defected, which undoubtedly sentenced them to death in advance. At this point, there is no room for redemption.

Thousands of people in the frozen temple are making the final desperate struggle.

Crazy Dragon silently exited the frozen voice channel, tapped the keyboard and said, "Daben, I admit defeat. But I'm not convinced. I lost to the conspiracy, not you.

I smiled and said, "A Long, why don't we go to the arena to fight one-on-one later? If I lose, I will immediately withdraw from Chinatown and lead the 'only' to join your Crazy Dragon Legion. And if you lose, bring your people to my Blood Wolf Army and be my deputy general, what do you think?

"Hmm... Just fight, I'm afraid you won't do it?"

"Bong, I didn't expect you to have today." The mythical wound became more and more fierce, and later it rushed directly in front of the frozen silkworm.

The frozen silkworm's face was as earthy. Looking at the white light flashing around him (the player forced to quit), he knew very well that he was over, the frozen temple was over, and everything was over. The foundation he worked hard to establish in the hero's invincibility was destroyed.

Seeing that his dark knight could cut the frozen silkworm into ashes with a knife, a rather inexplicable sadness suddenly appeared in the mythical sadness. Even he couldn't explain how this sadness came out, and actually diluted the hatred accumulated between the myth and the ice. Maybe it has a lot to do with his current identity? After all, he is no longer the president who wants to rise up for his younger brother, but a fierce general under Zhang Mu.

"Hey!" The myth said, "Congzi, we have been fighting for so many years, and it's the first time I've won you so much."

The frozen silkworm screamed, "What do you want to say?"

Mythology smiled and said, "Haha, it's nothing. I'm just tired of being an enemy with you. I want to invite you to come to my army as a deputy general. How about being a comrade-in-arms again? In addition to being a little narrow-minded and cunning, you are still sloppy in other aspects.

"Damn it! Don't even think about it! What about dreaming? The frozen silkworms were happy.

"Consider it, don't make a conclusion so early! If you don't think about yourself, you should also think about your members. Game, where is the eternal enemy?" Mythical injury said what he had buried in his heart for a long time: "The Twelve-winged Angel is the most competent president I have ever seen. I want to help him reach the peak of this game, but I can't do it alone."

The peak of the game?

What kind of thing is that?

The frozen silkworms were stunned. Looking at the people beside them, they all showed an expression of neither objecting nor agreeing, as if to say, "Brother Chong, you can do whatever you want. You can fight or surrender. We have no problem."

"Brother Chong... I, I've always wanted to ask you a question, but I don't know if I should ask..." The frozen little devil came over and whispered.

"Ask!"

"What kind of deep hatred do you have with the twelve-winged angel? Do you have to fight to the death?"

"This..."

The frozen silkworm carefully recalled the original scene. After a while, he laughed dumbly, because the reason why he had a feud with the twelve-winged angel was quite stupid, just because he couldn't stand the sudden rise of Zhang Mu and wanted to suppress it... "Oh no!" The frozen silkworm suddenly said, "Let the twelve wings be careful. The wolf of Osaka is likely to sneak up on Chinatown..."

"Twelve, he has been ready to meet the enemy for a long time." The myth said with a white look.

(to be continued)