Chapter 468 You are heroes

To be fair, Zhang Mu doesn't like to use the spiritual element of the arms, which has nothing to do with its strength, but that the appearance of this arms is really unweltable. The more straightforward explanation is - it's too ugly. There is no powerful appearance that high-level arms should have.

If Ximen Chuixue in the martial arts novel is an old guy with bald head, fangs and triangular eyes, I'm afraid that no matter how high the martial arts is, it will make people lose their appetite.

The unupgraded spiritual element alone looks like a cheap lamppost, with a round head and a round bucket-shaped figure. How ugly it is. Players believe that no matter where the thing is poked, the range of more than ten meters will be illuminated by it. The upgraded version of the advanced spiritual element is like a cheap lamppost splashed with red paint. Zhang Mu doesn't want to comment too much on the appearance of the spiritual element. It's too disgusting. Besides, I'm afraid he will even have to spit out the overnight meal.

As the saying goes, 'there are advantages and disadvantages', and the converse is the same. Otherwise, it is said that God (programmer) is fair. Although the appearance of the spiritual element is not attractive, its strength is the strength of one and two of the seventh-order arms. It not only has the ring group attack skills of the nine-headed dragon, but also has the anti-magic skin of the black dragon. More importantly, it is not counterattacked when it attacks the enemy.

If you put a large number of spiritual elements into the enemy group, you will almost kill a circle of people in seconds. Most of the survivors who have not died by this thing will not dare to fight back, for fear of involving their companions who also survived around them.

Zhang Mu carries only one team and 20,000 units. This team of 'light posts' is hidden in the middle of the majestic arms of all levels, which is neither visible nor dewy. After approaching the enemy, it gives the enemy the most painful blow. This is Zhang Mu's cunning place.

And the giant tree man used by Deng Jie is also 15,000 units that are not divided into the team. Its main function is to assist advanced spiritual elements to strangle the high-level arms in Osaka's wolves.

Under the leadership of Zhang Mu, more than a thousand players guarding the main gate rushed out of the main gate suspension bridge one after another. All kinds of magic flashed in the sky. The shooter regiment behind him continued to use long-range fire to the enemy, leaving only one miserable skeleton after another where the army passed.

At this time, Zhang Mu is the spiritual pillar of the members of Chinatown. Although the situation is still outnumbered, the members of Chinatown always think that they are winning. The reason is very simple, there are twelve-winged angels.

Zhang Mu knows very well that in such an anti-encirclement war, the soldiers must be eliminated in the main gate in a short time. Otherwise, once they unite with the nearby friendly troops, not to mention the spiritual elements of 20,000 units, even 200,000, will be beaten into hedgehogs by long-range shooters.

With this idea, Zhang Mu ordered the team members not to be stingy with the magic value of the hero. Suddenly, the whole battlefield was covered with a gorgeous light.

Although the reality is only an hour, it is already evening in the battlefield. The afterglow of the sun gradually disappears on the other side of the mountain. The bright moon and the stars hang high in the sky, and the bright moonlight sprinkles on the soldiers who fought bitterly under the night, adding a lot of color to this war.

"I seem to have smelled a faint sadness on this battlefield..." The fat man suddenly said such a sentence while defending the city, which immediately resolved the heavy and depressing atmosphere of the studio.

Zhang Mu turned his head away and moaned, "Fat man, you can't say anything like this in the future... Just say less. It's still a little sad. Why do I only feel the sadness of 'egg pain'..."

"Hey hey hey hey." The fat man scratched his hair.

Wolf of Osaka - "The main gate needs reinforcements!" The 1st Army led by Ju was beaten back repeatedly. Although they had an advantage in numbers, they could not resist the frontal charge of Chinatown. Fortunately, their team formation had not been crossed and they were still struggling to persevere.

"Hold on! Hold on for another 10 minutes! The reinforcements will be there soon!" Xiao Chuanxiong shouted loudly and inadvertently looked at his watch. Xiao Chuanxiong's face suddenly became cold. There are only 45 minutes left before the end of the Truce in Chinatown, which is far more than he expected to win Chinatown.

"Ye Fengjun, don't leave any backhand, fight quickly, your sacrificial map..."

Ye Feng nodded: "I know." He turned to his companion and said, "Sacrifice!"

"Yes!"

Boom!

Eight six-pointed star arrays that Zhang Mu was quite familiar with suddenly appeared in the dark land. The sacrificial dark mages kept singing ancient spells. As teams of low-level arms entered the array, all kinds of arms that even Zhang Mu had never seen appeared.

The 'Ancient God Statue' with huge wings of 800 units of 20 teams suddenly flew into the city, and easily destroyed the Black Bull King of the 8th-order arms led by Long Gen.

The 800 unit 'Water God' of 20 teams turned into a pool of blue water in place, and when it appeared again, it was already in the Chinese city.

... There are about 8 kinds of such monsters, 7 of which Zhang Mu has never seen, and the other is a Yan demon, a sacrificial arms that Zhang Mu has dealt with before.

"Don't hit them! Control it with blindness! When this kind of sacrificial arms is first summoned, it is very powerful, almost stronger than the 9th-order soldiers, but in just 10 minutes, their strength will be weakened, and then they will not even be as good as the 6th-order soldiers!" Zhang Mu reminded in a loud voice.

Every kind of arms has its defects, and so does the sacrificial arms. The overall strength of the normal 8th-order arms is assumed to be 10, while the overall strength of the newly summoned sacrificial arms is 12. With the passage of time on the battlefield, their overall strength will gradually become 10, 9, and finally 7. This is the fatal defect of the sacrificing and summoning arms, and there is no lasting combat effectiveness.

Hearing Zhang Mu's shouts, the members of Chinatown were immediately refreshed and tried their best to resist these sacrifices. All kinds of reduction magic fell on them like rain, minimizing the damage they could cause.

"Wow! These spiritual elements..." Suddenly, there was a scream in the chrysanthemum's mouth. Somehow, a team of advanced spiritual elements that rushed into his army directly lost the 8th order soldiers of more than 1,000 units of his subordinates, and also killed the two-legged dragon king of more than 5,000 units and the tauren chief of 6,000 units! One round of second kill!

Yes, this is the advanced spiritual element of 20,000 units led by Zhang Mu. At this moment, a large number of 7-order soldiers finally revealed their hidden fangs. The red cloak danced gently and swept away countless lives.

"Damn it! 20,000 units of advanced spiritual elements! Who led the soldiers!"

In the face of this kind of arms that can't be touched in a short distance, and the damage magic is ineffective against it, Ju's face became heavier and heavier. The long-range firepower is almost exhausted, and some shooters with ammunition are also blocked by those damn butterfly fodder... "Kill! Work harder for me. After killing all the frontal defenders, I will immediately return to the city to assist in defense!"

Advanced spiritual element, this is the second killer in Zhang Mu's hand. As for the third killer, he is still considering whether to use it.

Ju reluctantly threw off the keyboard. He was defeated and completely defeated by Zhang Mu. Although he killed almost all the spiritual elements of Zhang Mu in the end, the price he paid for it was so heavy that he couldn't believe it.

A team of 20,000 units of advanced spiritual elements, a team of 15,000 units of giant tree people, this attack and defense, a group of single combination overshadowed all the arms boasted as the 'ground meat grinder'.

"Wow... the spiritual element is dead, but... it's good to die, it's worth it!" Seeing that the enemy's main gate troops had been completely wiped out, Zhang Mu immediately led the army to the city. When he was anti-encirclement, the three gates of East, West and North escaped again and again, and everyone was struggling.

If you break through the surrounding walls, you will win, then in these 20 minutes, the Wolf of Osaka has defeated Chinatown at least 10 times.

The lack of troops is a reality that China City has to face.

"There are 25 minutes left! Twelve! Come on! Hold on!" The mythical injury clenched his fists and made him very sorry that he could not participate in this battle. If he had known that there would be such a big battle, he would not have attacked the frozen temple.

The battle has been going on for 80 minutes unconsciously. The Osaka Wolf Guild is still unable to completely eliminate the remaining parties in Chinatown. Their high-ranking soldiers lost at least 20% to 30% of their combat effectiveness under the prediction of the octopus Emperor Paul.

Suddenly, a large amount of golden light flashed on Zhang Mu's white-bone mammoth. With him as the center, the golden light spread around in a ripples. The battlefield seemed to usher in a round of newborn sun. All the arms of Chinatown were supported by a kind of gain Buff. The name of this Buff is 'the killing of the Legion. The song of killing.

This is the third killer that Zhang Mu has always refused to use in his hand! What he wants is not attack or movement speed, but the shooter's ammunition filled in an instant!

There are no more than 10 level 5 guilds in the 9 regions, and there will never be more than 5 players with legion commander skills. However, it is a pity that Chinatown happens to be one of them, and two of them are complete.

"Remote shooter! The ammunition is full. Hit me hard!"

"Haha! Damn it, boss, you still keep this hand! So handsome!" The members of Chinatown were excited, and Xiao Chuanxiong was a little inexplicable: "What kind of skill does the Twelve Wings use? Don't their shooters have no ammunition? Wasn't the ammunition truck also destroyed by magic? But why..."

"I can't fight anymore! Withdraw quickly, our troops on the edge can't be defended, and the number of reinforcements in Chinatown is increasing..." Ye Feng reminded loudly that in fact, he had such a hunch before the opening of the station. Chinatown was by no means as easy to deal with as he imagined. As for Xiao Chuanxiong's failure, in the final analysis, it can only be said that he did not find out the twelve-winged angel. Hidden killer...' Octopus Emperor Paul, Legion Commander's skills... Humph, I'm afraid your cards are also out. Next time, next time, I will definitely beat you...' Ye Feng smiled and led the remaining troops to quickly escape from the battlefield.

"I'm resurrected! Guys, go for me!" Suddenly, a roar broke out from the mythical injury, and his voice was strong and very inciting, but Zhang Mu's soft words were like the snow on the iceberg for ten thousand years, completely extinguishing his hot heart. Zhang Mu said, "Next time, we have won early.

"Brothers, you are heroes!"

"Wow!"

Cheers resounded through the sky...!

(to be continued)