After the full level of all professions

The combination of their actions is very mechanical, just like Transformers, accompanied by a "click, click" and similar deformation sound, a group of broken bones fight and fight on the ground, and in a while, they reassembled into a skeleton soldier. .

The two poor skeleton soldiers who were searching for their heads finally picked their heads back, and shook their heads around their necks with a click, then grinned and laughed loudly.

There was also a skeleton soldier who just took the broken left arm back, and suddenly another skeleton soldier walked over, handed it an arm, and then pointed to its left arm that had been connected.

The former looked down at his left arm that he had just connected, and found that he was receiving a right hand. Okay, he connected it wrong, and he connected someone else's right hand to his left arm.

It smiled shyly, took off that hand, and returned it to the other skeleton soldier, and took the left hand that the opponent had handed over.

The two skeleton soldiers shook hands, hugged, and the light of friendship took root in their hearts.

General Jinhuan who was watching the battle from behind was shocked, and the witch doctors and shamans next to him were also dumbfounded.

General Jinhuan shouted angrily: "Damn, what kind of shit bard is this, he actually controlled three thousand soldiers with one song, and the opponent's skeleton army is taking the opportunity to recover and regroup. Witch doctor, Sa Full, do you guys eat dry food? Don't hurry up to dispel the opponent's control magic for me, or after these skeleton soldiers recover, they will be killed while our army is dancing."

The witch doctor and shaman woke up all of a sudden, and quickly started casting spells.

Their spells form a special system of their own. They read completely different spells, but they also have the same effect. Not long after, a witch doctor took the lead in completing the group dispersal technique and quickly cast it on the Mamluk team in front. .

However, after a ray of light flashed, his dispersal technique was like a stone sinking into the sea, without agitating half waves.

"Failed to dispel!" The witch doctor yelled in panic: "It's not good, the caster on the opposite side is much stronger than my magic power, and my dispel technique is invalid."

Chapter 173

One witch doctor failed to dispel, the second witch doctor failed to dispel again, then the third, fourth...

Immediately following a shaman to dispel is invalid, and another shaman to dispel is invalid!

The large group of witch doctor shamans brought by General Jinhuan were like those eating dry food, none of them could successfully disperse them.At this moment, he also understood that the magical power of the bard on the opposite side was far greater than that of any mage on his side. A bard of this level might have reached an epic level.

"My Fake!" General Jinhuan couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "The situation is not good. If this goes on, our army will be completely destroyed."

The witch doctor shouted: "General, plug your ears. As long as you can't hear the singing, you will not be affected."

"Huh? Right!" General Jinhuan quickly tore a piece of cloth from the cloak, kneaded it into two balls, stuffed it into his ears, and rushed forward: "I'll put earplugs on them."

He dashed forward, moving extremely fast.

"Charge and Fengfeng..."

A flash of red light flashed, and General Jinhuan was at the back of the army in an instant. Sure enough, blocking his ears would not be affected by the opponent's singing. He blocked the ears of the last soldier in the battle with rapid speed.

The soldier was finally able to stop dancing, still uncertain in his heart, General Jinhuan pointed to the strip of cloth in his ear, pointed to his ear, and then pointed to the soldiers dancing beside him.

The soldier who was rescued immediately understood, and quickly tore off two blobs of cloth from his cloak, blocking the ears of a comrade who was dancing next to him.

So, one saves two, two saves four, four saves eight, eight saves sixteen, sixteen becomes thirty-two...

The army of the desert kingdom rescued itself from back to front at a rapid speed.

However, no matter how fast they are saved, it will not be too late to save everyone. After all, the skeleton soldiers will not watch them save people and do nothing.

A skeleton soldier leaped high and yelled "Kacha!" in midair, and a flying leg kicked a Mamluk cavalry from the camel.

The cavalry fell to the ground and was still dancing while lying on the ground.

A few skeleton soldiers rushed up and beaten up. Then they carried it and ran into the town of Westwind, ran into the town gate, threw the cavalry into the gate, and a Templar knight walked over and stepped on the cavalry. Live, and then raised his head to face Robb sitting on the town wall and laughed, "Father, I caught a reform-through-labor prisoner."

Robb nodded and said, "Very well, take good care of it. The large-scale spring ploughing in our town has fallen on these prisoners of reform through labor."

At this time, the army of the Desert Kingdom was still desperately trying to save themselves, but the Mamluk cavalry in front was constantly kicked off by the skeleton soldiers, beat them up, and threw them into the town.

When the army of the desert kingdom finally finished saving themselves and all the members stopped dancing.They discovered that the five hundred Mamluks who rushed to the front had all been captured by the opponent.

The two armies are back in confrontation!

"My Fuck!" General Jinhuan jumped angrily: "What kind of shit play?"

The messenger next to him looked dumbfounded: "General, what order did you give? I can't hear it?"

General Jinhuan: "What are you talking about? I can't hear you!"

"Report to the general that our army still has 700 Mamluks and 2,200 scimitar soldiers."

"I can not hear!"

"Send the order to the entire army, retreat a little later and regroup."

"General, I can't hear you!"

The desert kingdom command system is in chaos...

Moreover, they knew that their command system was paralyzed, so they didn't dare to remove the cloth ball from their ears, for fear that they would start dancing again.

At this time, the fugitive aristocrats and refugees from other villages in the city had already seen some signs.

This Father Robert of Westwind is a bit strong.

A small harp and thousands of skeleton soldiers can play with opponents in the palm of his hand. Moreover, when the enemy is present, he actually catches "re-education through labor", saying that he wants to engage in spring ploughing, which is not enough to describe it. To be precise, it should be extremely arrogant.

Facing the enemy so arrogantly, that of course is a real skill.

No wonder the townspeople of Xifeng Town are not stressed at all. They sit on the wall of the town and watch the theater happily. They are also in the mood to eat potato chips. It seems that we made a fuss.

Several nobles put away their fleeing hearts, and some refugees also came back to watch the battle.

The townsfolk of Westwind took the opportunity to sell their positions, selling fat house happy things, fat house happy water...they were too busy and happy.

Baron Nolan thought about it for a while, and said to his guard: "Call the lady and the young master to watch the show together."

After a while, his family members came over. At this time, only one chair is definitely not enough.

Baron Noron turned his eyes to a small table, and the townspeople who set the table immediately leaned over: "My Lord Baron, do you want to rent a table? A table with four chairs will only charge you ten silver coins in half an hour! The price is absolutely fair."

Of course, Baron Noren would not bargain. With a wave of his hand, the money was delivered and the table and chairs belonged to him.

His family of three sat around the table. Just after they were seated, the townspeople who were selling fat house happy water and fat house happy things rushed over, and the table was filled with snacks in an instant.

With a pair of expensive hands wearing white gloves, the lady of Baroness Nolan gently picked up a piece of vanilla cream cake, looked at the battlefield outside the town with an elegant gesture, and said with a smile: "This place is really good for fighting. The opera is much more interesting."

Baron Nolen nodded and smiled: "This is the most high-end aristocratic enjoyment."

The people in the town are enjoying, but the people outside the town are suffering.

General Jinhuan is very uncomfortable now, with cloth stuffed in his ears, and the whole army is not obedient to commands. How will this battle be fought?How do you live these days?

However, he did not intend to retreat.