Game of the World Tree

"Bang!"

A deafening loud noise ...

Everyone on the battlefield saw that a purple black Thunder scored the sky, wearing a thick cloud, and was above the gods of the Golden Tribe.

That kind of warstocks have a sense of awe of awe if they can't help but have a sense of fear.

This is a penalty.

Several players have a sacrivation of the gods again!

Although this time the gods were faintly hesitated, but ... finally fell.

At a moment of god penalty, the pain-maintenance of the pain-maintained anthropoquiry under the throw of the stone machine finally reached the limit, suddenly collapsed, and turned into a variety of silver photons ...

A violent black lightning, flying over the golden account tribe, and spread the dislocation of the temple defense barrier ...

Above the wall, those half-oriers who maintain the defense show have not been sent out, just in the ashes of these lightning.

Only the strength of the golden sacrifice is survived.

But even the survival, he is also crazy, the face is gray, and it seems to be a few tens of age in a moment, like a row will be the old man ...

It's still going to live for a long time.

Above the wall, it caught in a strange quiet.

The survived half-capsule looked at the sky, and it seems that it has not been returned from the gods from the original god.

The thunderstorm came from the sky, which was the black cloud that was throttled by the gods.

In the next second, the rain drops of the beans and snow, poured on the head of the half-capsules, cold in their hearts ...

Defense of the antique barrier is broken.

The direction of the Elf March, then came out of a burst of row of mountains.

Li Mu god excited, he hit a high commander sword, screaming and taking high:

"God has broken! Listen to my order, the whole army attack! Start the city -!"

After the language, the 30,000 Elf March suddenly moved.

Next, the original passionate background music suddenly changed, and it changed to a more majestic and magnificent symphony, which seems to be blown by the angle.

Listening to such music, players have a bienntrical red, and adrenaline surges.

"Siege!"

Some people shouted in the crowd.

"Siege!"

There are other players to start attaching.

As the chain reaction is caused, after the first few players screamed, there are more players to continue to shout:

"Siege!"

"Siege! Siege! Siege -!"

The sound is constantly being small and big, and it is neatly neat, and finally it is a roar of 30,000 people:

"Charge! Siege!"

"For the goddess, for the Elves!"

The neat voice, covered the Thunder in the sky, covered the rain, and resounded above the battlefield of the vast battle, even the earth was trembled.

On the wall, the half-capped people who heard the sound changed, and the look was frightened.

They shocked, and they have a bit of fear of fear.

Such an army, Changes have never had already seen ...

The siege cone and the car were pushed out by the players, and the ladder was also louched by them.

Then, the 30,000 army from four directions, while launching a charge!

The iris is lifted by the players, they took out the weapons, just like the tide, usually to the city wall.

The shooters played while shooting, while dozens of torch machines continued to put, just this time, there is no god barrier, the gold tribe has completely lost the power of resistance.

The huge "meteorite" burned the flame, pumped into the half-orcard's tribe, and smashed on the wall of the stone, causing a dramatic explosion, making a burst of bang!

Even if it is a heavy rain, it is impossible to cast the flame brought by the magic stone ...

Between the short while, the golden account tribe is four.

And the shawhey, but also rushing down under the thunder of the stone machine, as if the next second will collapse.

The light rain of the arrow and the elements is once again poured on the wall, but this time, there are some remote magic.

That is some magers who rushed to the front.

They have entered the magic range.

The colorful magic is intertwined with the arrow, and it is flooded into the hidden murder.

The proportion of the half-cooking casualty, starting with a speed of exaggerated speed, soaring ...

Semitone does not have a priest.

At this moment, this has become their greatest weaknesses.

In the face of the intensive remote magic attacks, they can only support the defensive barrier, they can only barely support behind the wall, and even the power of counterattack.

Soon, the players who rushed to the front, near the wall.

If you look from the high altitude, you will find that the entire golden account tribe has been completely closely closed by the elves of the black press.

The attack of the stone machine stopped.

At the final stage of the attack, officially opened.

The cloud ladder has been raised by the players, and she racks above the wall.

The tank warrior players are covered with a heavy armor, holding a weapon that flashes cold, and they scream in the command of the command, while climbing to the wall ...

The car is aligned with the tower on the wall, shooting out a cross-arrow for three meters, and destroy the last resistance of the half-theorem.

At the gate of the city, more than a dozen players have portraints with strengthening magic and puncture magic, and began to collide the city gate ...

"... ... ...!"

The sound hit the sound, rang under the wall, rang in the ears of the ears, like the death clock in the last day ...

The oil-skinned half-oroths, the driver, who was lifted by the subordinates, he strongly endured the pain of the whole body, tough ordered:

"Block them! Don't let them climb up!"

"Protect the city gate! Protect the city gate!"

His voice is hoarse, and it is not a sound.

With his order, more half-orc soldiers boarded the wall, and joined the battlefield.

At the same time, the fastest player climbed up the wall.

The melee began.

Rushing in the forefront, a tank warrior player in a silver-level order.

These choices have limited attack power, but a defensive power is extremely terrible.

They are like human format Titan, and they have begun to scream on the wall of the wall.

Obviously, the half orc people are stronger, and the half-orc people are more big ...

However, in the face of these heavy-sized, it is more confused by a gear shield in his hand, but the wolf sticks and homes in their hands are like players, they can't cause harm to them. .

Taking Demasia, the tank warrior is like a sharp blade, and the half-orc people are tearing the defense line on the wall.

Then, more players climbed the wall and gave a war with the half-beans.

The sword sword, with heavy rain, screams, magical fried sounds, is very magnificent.

The player rushed to the front player fell, soon new players made up, fearlessly.

This love this scene, no one cares about his life.

All players are hazy, and the death battle is not returned.

Their purpose is only one -

Attacking the half-orcheon tribe!

There are more and more players on the wall, and the half-orc people are getting messy.

Their formats have been torn by the players.

Players have a high average level.

Even the lowest level of public beta, there are also 31.

The players who have reached the 40-level full level are more.

These full-level players and silver players have rushed to the forefront and is the sharp sharp knife.

So-arc fighters compared to the average strength in black iron, such combat has formed a rolling potential ...

The entire village wall is made into a cruel and crazy meat grinder.

Just, this is for half-orc.

It should be a difficult melee, but let the players play the momentum of destruction, and the defense of the half-beast is almost crashing with the speed visible to the naked eye ...

This kind of collapse, especially the "bang" lunar is a climax.

City gate, broken.

After another hit, it was not a strong city gate that I couldn't resist physics and magic's double devastating, and crashed!

Players sent a while, then released the siege cone, like the tide, usually moved towards the city ...

"broken……"

Seeing this scene, the mourning of the Director of the Half of the Halfands.

The city gate is broken, just like the dam decisions.

The flooding players flourish into the golden accounts in the city gate, and they have launched a more fierce battle with the half-beans.

The silver professionals in the half-orc people have rushed to the city, and they want to block the players here.

They haven't retired behind them.

"Kill them!"

"For the tribe! For our home!"

The half-capped people roared, the morale actually shock again, but also started hard.

Under the city gate, a more tragic melee is officially opened.

Even the half-orcs who almost oil, and struggled to stand up.

He burned his own vitality and took out his shell that had not used it later, roaring and joined the melee.

Heavy rain pour.

Blood water collection into a stream, dyed the muddy land into dark red, but quickly scored by rain ...

However, the speed of the rain is rushing, but he can't catch the speed of blood.

Bloody gas in the air has been completely concealed to cover the fresh breath unique to rain.

Halfabouts have exploded strong combat power in despair.

There are many older soldiers who have been sleepy in the bottleneck and don't know how to break through ...

They are red, look, and roar, while resisting players' charge.

However, the hometown people have the advantages of rising, not only do not hit the players' morale, but instead let them be more excited.

The golden account tribe, the strength is still too weak.

Even if there is a lot of warriors, but more than players are more.

Under the continuous support of the priest players, these will laugh at the lowest players, and they are not afraid of injury.

On the ground, the dropped equipment is getting more and more.

There is a half-orc, and there are also players.

However, more some croeckers are more.

And the players' formation, it is constantly fighting, getting deeper into the golden accounts ...

After the dragon of the number, several dragons among players have also joined the battlefield.

They drove from the sky, launched an offense behind the half-orc people, echoing the players who attacked the city gate, and the half-orc people under the city gate were unique.

Everyone of the Dragon Knight Player has the strength of the silver.

And the semester under them also broke through the same level before participating in the war.

Under the two and two, let their strength more horrible, almost instantly changed the battle ...

The half-capsules under the city wall were quickly defeated, and the players took the opportunity to occupy the city gate.

They should be equipped with the players on the wall, soon quickly annihilated the half-orcs on the wall, and turn the remaining city gates completely ...

At this point, the 30,000 Elf March lost the last block.

Thoroughly open the situation, the player is drinking, cheering, like the tide of the tide into the tribe.

The sword sword sounded in all the golden account tribes.

The victory has been fixed.

......

Desert rain is lacking.

This can be stopped for less than half a day for ten years.

With the rain, there is a battle of the tribe of the golden account.

The sword of the knife in this day has become a sporadic collision ...

That is not fighting, but the players searched the sound sent by the half-east.

At this moment, the players have completely occupied the golden account tribes.

The muddy ground was dyed by blood in a red brown, even if it was heavy rain, it did not rush away.

The ground-free blood equipment can be seen everywhere, and a famous player is exciting to pick up.

The rain is finally the flare in the half-east tribe, only a white flue gas is constantly hovering.

In the air, the bloody gas and the mud are mixed together, and the nose is divided.

On the square of the golden account tribe, a half-cork is holding his head together, with a number of people more than one.

This is the prisoners of players.

More than 10,000 half-orc tribes, this is the only survivor.

From today, the tribe will become history.

Li Mu walked on the muddy street and came to the gift of the tribe of the tribe.

Here, it is the place where the half orc people are weld to Uleger.

The big account has not been searched by the players.

As the biggest guild, this is a spoils that belong to the heart of the natural heart.

On the ground outside the big account, lying down the number of half-cadalas.

They have a tragic injury, and they are afraid to have hundreds.

These are the half-orc people who fight to the end and choose suicide.

They are not willing to decline in flying ash in the players' swords, when insisting on the last second, I chose my own.

Li Mu even saw the Semi-eldest priest, the old priest of the blood.

He has almost uncomfortable, flesh and blood blur.

There is only one pair of eyes, it is very big, looking at the sky, it seems to have a trace of anger and decision.

And even died, he also held weapons in his hands.

At this moment, I don't know why Li Mu suddenly remembered the Jurai Missionary Director of the Rock Tribe ...

He sighed, and the light car was riding the opponent's weapons and priests, and then sing a spell and released a flame, and the body of the Director was completely created ...

The BGM of the battlefield channel has been temporarily closed, and only the death of the death desert in the game.

That is a kind of music and the sound of the empty female, listening to the human ear, I don't consciously appear in front of the lonely suite, the scenery of the desert Huangsha ...

At this time, it is passed in the ear, and Li Mu has a vicissitudes of vicissitudes, historical reincarnation.

In the sky, dark clouds have been scattered.

The sun has gradually falls to the west, and it has come from golden luster.

A rainbow is sprinkled from the sky, and it will still be a lot of rain.

The players' big laughter and playing are coming, and sometimes I can hear a few bright dragon, and the sound of the embarrassment of the half-orc people ...

Li Mu took back the line of sight, and he felt deeper.

"This is war ..."

He is sighed.

War, there is no right or wrong.