Nine Star Burden

A crowd of mermaids came out and listened to the surrounding conditions and quickly ran to the left.

But it turns out this road is a dead end.

“Mud walls made by mercenaries.” The Night's Watch in front grabbed the wall with one hand and said, “Break it up, flush it out, we could face a lot of white ghosts. ”

In the talking room, people looked at the sea and the sky and the sky.

“Mercenaries have too much advantage in this terrain to break out of caves and fight each other in the mountains and in the white ghosts in order to liberate the two of you.” Haitianqing said to the two Night's Watch men that the team was not deliberately formed, but was broken up by the White Ghost and the Mercenary Corps and eventually formed a team.

A Night's Watch said, "As long as we kill all the mercenaries, it's worth it, even if we die in the mouth of a white ghost. ”

Another Night's Watch nodded.

Night watchman in front of the wall: “Then listen to the four tails, now you are in command, call me 192, French, main wind, deputy control. ”

Night's Watch: "178, Melee, Rapid, Deputy Shield. ”

Haitianqing nodded his head: “178 You are at the top, Li Wan and Xiayen followed closely, in fan-shaped form. 192, Han Jiangxue centered, I broke after. ”

Han Jiangxue emptied the shredded space, dropped four bodies, grabbed four star beads, and nodded gently.

“Why do they call you Four Tails?” Xia Yeon followed the side of Haitianqing and asked softly.

Haitianqing left a mark on the crowd, silent and half, "Because I belong to the weakest team. ”

Ahead, the fist of the 178 was brimming with a thick glow, and at the moment before smashing the mud wall, the silent voice said: “The number one Night's Watch is the Light Band, there is no weak one. ”

In the heart of the group, indeed, Haitianqing is the Night's Watch Legion!

The moment Haitianqing shouted “Captain” at the tall man as long ago as he was in prison, there was some suspicion in the minds of the group.

In the talking room, 178 “knock knock” a few fists, shattered the mud wall in front, a passage opened, into the purpose, but a white ghost's body.

Looks like the white ghosts followed the mercenaries in, and after they were cut off, they had no one to kill, and their own team was inside.

Looking at the images of the river bleeding, how long does it take to kill this bloody picture?

Without saying a word, the crowd quickly grabbed the star beads and proceeded along the way, picking them up and walking for a few minutes, and finally saw a few shaky heads near the exit.

178 One horse first, rushed straight up.

Unlike the numbered team at the end of the year, he was the Night's Watch, who had been dead in the snow for many years. Not only were they extremely familiar with the terrain, but they were also familiar with white ghosts and white witches.

For these low-ranking white ghosts, they're getting caught.

A group of people finally rushed out and saw the sun again.

Well, this description is inaccurate because the sky here is dim, and although the stars sparkle, the visibility is not high, and only the sparkling aurora on the sky increases the brightness.

When Han Jiangxue walked out in the middle of the team, he was stunned to discover that, unconsciously, everyone had come to the waist of the mountain.

Below, there's a spectacular view.

Those dense, numb, countless white ghosts, like locusts, filled the valley beneath, and the moment of close-knit killing was happening.

This is the most common scene in the Holy Ruins.

Even without these two regiments rushing in today, the white ghosts are dying all the time.

However, their numbers have never diminished, but the more they kill, because the ruins are constantly flooded with large white ghost populations, sometimes filled with white ghost witches.

If a white ghost witch is present when a wave of white ghost legions arrives, the chances of a fight will be much lower, and the white ghosts will be surrounded by white ghost witches, flushing out of the ruins in an orderly fashion and integrating into this vast family.

Under this numerical base, a large number of white ghosts scattered, and some white ghosts walked out of the valley with a bunch of little brothers to various corners of the snow fields.

With the same kind of corpse to feed, the mountain is the king, so brave character plays a full role.

And today, the scene here is a little more chaotic, with a lot of white ghosts pouring in the snow from the ruins not leaving, but blowing the horn of battle at the invaders.

Or rather, their territorial consciousness is not strong, they are not presented as defenders, but rather as insane killers of heresy.

Every white ghost is a hunter and a prey, and when other races show up, their priority is hunting the Fae.

A mud wall burst into the valley, paving the way.

In that crowded wave of white ghosts, a tenacious maze of dirt sits in it, and it is still at a time barrier, constantly approaching the very heart of the valley.

There, it's called the Holy Ruins.

The valley surrounding the mountain eventually had a big, small mountain bag at the center and bottom. The mountain bag was caved on all sides, and the white ghost herd was like a locust, coming from the mountain bag.

Traffic here has been congested enough on weekdays.

And today, the white ghosts on the periphery are unwilling to leave, unwilling to leave the ruins in search of a landing spot, and they all want to tear these humans apart, so the mountain bags of caves are everywhere, and the white ghosts that gush out have come to a halt.

These white ghosts don't say they killed each other, they just cross the border with the army, and they can trample everyone to death.

However, it is clear that the mercenaries are well prepared, that their mud walls are tough and flexible, that they can drive wherever they want, that they block the white ghost crowd, and that the mercenaries have erected a hard barrier of dirt tunnels to march towards the ruins of the central point.

“These are brightly attractive firepower, involving us," 192 said, "and they have the ability to open a tunnel underneath the ground, perhaps by this time they have broken into the ruins and are proceeding to cut off the space-time passage. ”

“I can only pray for the white ghosts to hold on a little longer," 178 said angrily.

In the face of ants biting the dead, they couldn't even rush into the ruins.

Don't say rush in, they're not safe.

The everywhere white ghosts spotted the small group of people on the waist of the hill, and by then they had come up yelling.

The Night's Watch of Law 192 suddenly said: "I can blow all of you into the ruins and into the mountain bag, you may block the mercenary regiment, but you may die there. ”

In a word, the hearts of all who speak sink.

The squadrons are not night watchmen, they are just students who have not yet left their teachers. Although they are all citizens of Huaxia, they cannot have the same faith to die as night watchmen.

“I have a brother to take care of.” Han Jiangxue said.

A simple sentence, whether greedy or afraid of dying or telling the truth, people don't have time to analyze it anymore, they just know that Han Jiangxue doesn't agree.

It is true, too, that the identity of the Night's Watch is here and they can see death as home, but they cannot stand at a certain height and ask others to do so.

Strictly speaking, the Night's Watch cannot ask this group of students to do so, but rather to protect them behind them.

At this point, the Night's Watch and Huaxia's soldiers and police are of the same nature.

In the middle of the conversation, people suddenly saw a shadow traveling in the ocean of the white ghosts, running wildly over their heads.

The long and immense figure was like a leopard, light and flexible, stretching out limbs, hands and feet, picking up, stepping on the white ghost's head, shoulders, jumping a dozen meters, over the dense, numb white ghost crowd.

A white ghost tried to reach out and grab the figure, trying to jump up and stop it.

But absolute disparities in power render all their actions futile, and that huge shadow is too fast, too sensitive, and in the blink of an eye, the shadow has swept from the western foothills in the eyes of the crowd to nearly half the distance of the ruins.

Xia Yeon's pupils shrunk slightly, shocked: “Xiao Pei!? ”

192 His face was excited and he couldn't help but tremble slightly: “Second tail!? ”