Super Warcraft Factory
Chapter 1608 Dajie
After the goodness, I got to the Triad of Three Pass, I looked at it, but I found that the fire in the camp continued to be small, but more and more prosperous.
The left and right batts are also in chaos, ignite a fire, and the scream of the Ming army begins to embrace the roar of the women's real warrior.
"Ama, we lost, you must evacuate immediately."
Yue Yue is blood, a turned, and his face is pale like a dead.
His left waist side has a deep depression, and the thick armor is dramatic, like being hit by the siege.
"It's impossible, our big gold warrior is only temporarily falling in the wind, and the Ming people are more than the number, waiting for them, they will have lost."
Slearing on your eyes, glaring against the eldest son, and his feet stood in the arrow tower, like it is directly nailed on the wooden board.
Yue Yue's face is a breather, and the pain of the waist is unbearable, and it is like constantly agitating the knife.
His heart is interspersed, and the figure is shaking. It is almost on the ground: "Ama, Ming people have a group of armored giants, the knife gun does not enter, our warriors are not opponents."
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After the goodness, I got to the Triad of Three Pass, I looked at it, but I found that the fire in the camp continued to be small, but more and more prosperous.
The left and right batts are also in chaos, ignite a fire, and the scream of the Ming army begins to embrace the roar of the women's real warrior.
"Ama, we lost, you must evacuate immediately."
Yue Yue is blood, a turned, and his face is pale like a dead.
His left waist side has a deep depression, and the thick armor is dramatic, like being hit by the siege.
"It's impossible, our big gold warrior is only temporarily falling in the wind, and the Ming people are more than the number, waiting for them, they will have lost."
Slearing on your eyes, glaring against the eldest son, and his feet stood in the arrow tower, like it is directly nailed on the wooden board.
Yue Yue's face is a breather, and the pain of the waist is unbearable, and it is like constantly agitating the knife.
His heart is interspersed, and the figure is shaking. It is almost on the ground: "Ama, Ming people have a group of armored giants, the knife gun does not enter, our warriors are not opponents."
After the goodness, I got to the Triad of Three Pass, I looked at it, but I found that the fire in the camp continued to be small, but more and more prosperous.
The left and right batts are also in chaos, ignite a fire, and the scream of the Ming army begins to embrace the roar of the women's real warrior.
"Ama, we lost, you must evacuate immediately."
Yue Yue is blood, a turned, and his face is pale like a dead.
His left waist side has a deep depression, and the thick armor is dramatic, like being hit by the siege.
"It's impossible, our big gold warrior is only temporarily falling in the wind, and the Ming people are more than the number, waiting for them, they will have lost."
Slearing on your eyes, glaring against the eldest son, and his feet stood in the arrow tower, like it is directly nailed on the wooden board.
Yue Yue's face is a breather, and the pain of the waist is unbearable, and it is like constantly agitating the knife.
His heart is interspersed, and the figure is shaking. It is almost on the ground: "Ama, Ming people have a group of armored giants, the knife gun does not enter, our warriors are not opponents."
After the goodness, I got to the Triad of Three Pass, I looked at it, but I found that the fire in the camp continued to be small, but more and more prosperous.
The left and right batts are also in chaos, ignite a fire, and the scream of the Ming army begins to embrace the roar of the women's real warrior.
"Ama, we lost, you must evacuate immediately."
Yue Yue is blood, a turned, and his face is pale like a dead.
His left waist side has a deep depression, and the thick armor is dramatic, like being hit by the siege.
"It's impossible, our big gold warrior is only temporarily falling in the wind, and the Ming people are more than the number, waiting for them, they will have lost."
Slearing on your eyes, glaring against the eldest son, and his feet stood in the arrow tower, like it is directly nailed on the wooden board.
Yue Yue's face is a breather, and the pain of the waist is unbearable, and it is like constantly agitating the knife.
His heart is interspersed, and the figure is shaking. It is almost on the ground: "Ama, Ming people have a group of armored giants, the knife gun does not enter, our warriors are not opponents."
After the goodness, I got to the Triad of Three Pass, I looked at it, but I found that the fire in the camp continued to be small, but more and more prosperous.
The left and right batts are also in chaos, ignite a fire, and the scream of the Ming army begins to embrace the roar of the women's real warrior.
"Ama, we lost, you must evacuate immediately."
Yue Yue is blood, a turned, and his face is pale like a dead.
His left waist side has a deep depression, and the thick armor is dramatic, like being hit by the siege.
"It's impossible, our big gold warrior is only temporarily falling in the wind, and the Ming people are more than the number, waiting for them, they will have lost."
Slearing on your eyes, glaring against the eldest son, and his feet stood in the arrow tower, like it is directly nailed on the wooden board.
Yue Yue's face is a breather, and the pain of the waist is unbearable, and it is like constantly agitating the knife.
His heart is interspersed, and the figure is shaking. It is almost on the ground: "Ama, Ming people have a group of armored giants, the knife gun does not enter, our warriors are not opponents."
After the goodness, I got to the Triad of Three Pass, I looked at it, but I found that the fire in the camp continued to be small, but more and more prosperous.
The left and right batts are also in chaos, ignite a fire, and the scream of the Ming army begins to embrace the roar of the women's real warrior.
"Ama, we lost, you must evacuate immediately."
Yue Yue is blood, a turned, and his face is pale like a dead.
His left waist side has a deep depression, and the thick armor is dramatic, like being hit by the siege.
"It's impossible, our big gold warrior is only temporarily falling in the wind, and the Ming people are more than the number, waiting for them, they will have lost."
Slearing on your eyes, glaring against the eldest son, and his feet stood in the arrow tower, like it is directly nailed on the wooden board.
Yue Yue's face is a breather, and the pain of the waist is unbearable, and it is like constantly agitating the knife.
His heart is interspersed, and the figure is shaking. It is almost on the ground: "Ama, Ming people have a group of armored giants, the knife gun does not enter, our warriors are not opponents."
I have a good time to climb the tower of three feet, I look at it, but I found that the fire in the camp has not changed.