Chapter 586 Lost Romance

Simply speaking of power, whether it is 'the cage of ice palm' or 'wave attack'. Wukai Glacier is not the opponent of the Ice Age. However, when the large-scale killing magic of these two water systems is released together, the overlapping damage becomes quite considerable.

The spectators at the scene were all shocked and motionless. Even the master at the level of Zhang Mu lost his temper for a few seconds, not to mention others.

"It seems that... this year, our opponent will still be the American team. Among other things, just looking at the magic they showed, except for our Chinese team, I'm afraid no one can stand it. Wei Yang stared at the screen and muttered. At the same time, his brain was spinning fast, calculating the damage caused to French players by the two water magic moves of the American team just now.

A Mu also agreed with Wei Yang and nodded faintly, "It's true that the U.S. team has a high chance of qualifying, but if this is all their strength... the champion will still be us."

In the battlefield, the French team, which suffered a heavy blow, did not give up. They tacitly gathered the defeated teams together, broke through the encirclement of the United States on the right, and quickly left the battlefield from there, as if they were looking for an opportunity to readjust the formation.

The most taboo thing about marching and fighting is to mess up the formation when escaping. It is the same in the hero's invincibility. Even if his strength is not as good as that of the other party, as long as the commander has the ability to put on a scientific and reasonable formation, it is not impossible to fight with the other party.

Relying on the power of the formation, there are many battles to defeat the strong with the weak, which is not uncommon at all.

The American team seemed to have calculated the next move of the French. The encirclement network, which had been pulled into a line, gradually gathered together and covered it in an oval fan.

Never give the enemy a chance to take a breath and kill the French team, which is William Jr.'s idea.

Although William Jr. is an American, he has a great respect for Chinese culture. He deeply understands what it means to 'work hard, then decline, three exhaustion'. If you can't take advantage of the moment of the French team's retreat to give it the heaviest blow, the American team will enter the stage of 'decline'.

Marching and fighting requires morale, and so does online competition.

The impenetrable forest is full of bloody smell at this moment! Countless low-level arms have been cut down to the ground. Although they have a huge numerical advantage, they can't withstand the destruction of those black dragons, Titans and angels.

In the pursuit battle, many low-ranking arms of France were ruthlessly slaughtered.

It seems that the French team was hit hard in the first head-on confrontation, but this is not the case. Little William didn't know, but Zhang Mu, as a visitor, knew it very well.

The American team does have advanced killing magic, but their total strength is a little worse than that of the French team. Don't underestimate the extra nearly 1,000 units of 10th-order arms. Their tenacious vitality and attack power are enough to subvert the results of the whole battle.

"There is no way. Behind it is a cliff. It seems that the French team is going to play a back-to-back battle with them. Huang Quan meditated, and his face was cold. He was also frightened by the water magic suddenly revealed by the American team just now.

The magic learned from the 'Medium Magic Academy' is not a little worse than the water magic that the American team has just performed, not to mention the 'Ice Age' learned by Zhang Mu.

The spectators secretly sweated coldly for the French team. The intensity of this battle has far exceeded their imagination. It is worthy of being the top four!

"Haha! I see where else you can go!"

Rushing out of the dense woods, little William led his troops to a desolate place, staring at the French players on the edge of the cliff not far away.

However, little William did not attack blindly. After his hero used two major water magics, the magic value had not been restored, and the two sides were half a catty. I'm afraid it was difficult to win in one fell swoop. Thinking of this, little William whispered a few words. The deputy commander and the captains next to him immediately dispersed the team and surrounded the players of the French team firmly. Both sides did not do anything. They just looked at each other across the 'river' and stared.

The two sides were deadlocked for about five minutes. Suddenly, a player hero in the French team suddenly raised his right arm, and earthy yellow magic ripples were passed around him.

Oh! Oh my go! Oh my go!

The gravel on the ground near the cliff seemed to be pulled by some kind of force and flew to the French soldiers one after another. After a while, the armor condensed with gravel covered all the arms, even the black dragon that was immune to magic, just like rolling through the mud, plated with a layer of earth yellow. Color.

"Hahahaha! What is this! Isn't it just a gain? Is it much better than stone skin?

Little William thought it was earth magic at first, but he didn't expect it to be a gain. He immediately laughed. In another 10 minutes, the hero's magic should be restored. At that time, he could use this group of Frenchmen to practice.

At this time, more than a dozen dragons suddenly flew out of the French team, directly stepped over the midfield to the hand-to-hand combat infantry of the American team, and opened their mouths.

How can the simple armor on the arms resist the attack of the dragon clan? In just one round, dozens of low-level troops fell.

Little William didn't expect that the Frenchman would do such a thing. He was furious and roared loudly. All the remotes locked these dragons in an instant.

What happened next stunned Zhang Mu.

He really endured the power of arrows in the nine-ethnic war zone. However, at that time, he relied on the 1,000 units and blood-sucking special surnames supported by the 'pseudo-skull demon armor', and the fallen angel survived. But now, the French team's 10th-level dragons with only 100~150 units have not lost a single soldier under the protection of magical earth-yellow armor!

All the arrows and beams of light disappeared like stones sinking into the sea... "What kind of magic is this? The power... It's a little too unbelievable, isn't it?" Zhang Mu's chin almost fell to the floor.

A Mu's eyebrows jumped, and he seemed to be a little puzzled. Normally, there should be no such invincible magic.

After careful observation, a smile suddenly appeared at the corners of his mouth and whispered, "Twelve, look carefully, the French team, the number of arms standing on the edge of the cliff..."

"Huh?" Zhang Mu saw it and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry: "Emotions are like this. The damage suffered by the dragon clan on the front line was directly grafted to the rear arms... This magic is really a little... shameless!"

"Even if you lose, you will lose the romance. Under the protection of my 'life of the earth'... Just let go and kill! You can kill as much as you can!" The French commander-in-chief, Jacques, said lightly.

(to be continued)