Chapter 142: Martial power and magic!

Calculated by the total force, the strength of each player is 1 million. That is to say, on the battlefield, there are only 3 teams and 2 and a half teams left. Only 5 or 6 people survived? This is not the case. In this harsh battle, it is impossible to maintain a perfect structure! Russia's 3 million troops and the 2.4 million troops of the United States are evenly distributed in the hands of more than 40 players!

All of them are defeated teams! When the game is in the final stage, it tests the players' own strength! How to command is not so important.

The remaining vampire in the United States pounced on the other side's giant axe soldiers!

The remaining Russian archers pulled out their daggers and rushed to the front line!

The sandstorm rolled from afar, and several troops on both sides were swept into the sky, and the soldiers continued to rotate in the eyes of the wind.

Which side can win? Is it Russia or the United States?

Zhang Mu really couldn't guess it thoroughly now. From the viewer's perspective, he could not know the specific number of opponent's troops.

At this time, two white lights spurted out from the hands of two American heroes. A huge light with a normal arm thickness that could be seen on the orcs "cracked", and then bounced on other troops at will.

Chain Lightning!

"There are so many magic on these Americans, maybe the Americans..." Xu Feng had already smoked three cigarettes in a row and stared at the screen without looking sideways.

"Can the United States win? But Russia always has the upper hand! 2.4 million versus 2.1 million." Zhang Mu did not look back, he was watching the changes on the battlefield carefully.

"The shooters have used up all their ammunition. What they are competing for is the remaining magic value and number of troops, and the level of troops. Look, Russia has the advantage in any aspect, but magic is unknown. Only 6 of the 15 heroes on the field are not beasts, and it seems that the six heroes no longer have the ability to release magic..."

"Click!"

American players slashed out another chain of lightning! This time, when combined with chain of lightning, a continuous bead fireball appeared!

The high and medium-destructive magic raged in the Russian troops. When each magic flashed by, the gap between the two sides would be narrowed a little closer! A team of orcs in Russia rushed forward frantically, but before they reached the midfield, a "mud swamp" appeared under their feet and a "cursed doll" appeared on their heads.

"Hey, the slow magic and curse hit this orc at the same time. It seems that this is the main force of Russia." Wei Yang said seriously, and then sighed: "The beast tribe is good, but the speed is too poor. It would be great if there is a magic hero as an auxiliary..." As soon as he finished speaking, a 'torr of whirlwind' appeared on the orc slaughter. The 'bloody slaughter' who blessed the movement speed instantly rushed to the other party's skeleton. With a big stick, the skeleton was completely broken! The hero standing behind the skeleton screamed, and he covered his chest and fell under the horse - this is the performance of the hero after the full force is full, and he automatically dies!

Russia strikes back!

"Run!" Zhang Mu clenched his fists and roared.

Teams of 7 and 8 green skins approached the US military forces on the yellow sand.

The outcome has been decided!

Under the same level and strategic treasures, no race can compare with the barbaric beast race. The melee strength of the beast army is the strongest!

"boom!!"

"ah?!"

However, the final result was that the Russian team lost, because when all the short-range troops rushed to the side of the US troops, the "land mines" that had been buried for a long time exploded...

Blood flowed in the desert and the remaining limbs flew around!

The orcs and heroes who commanded them fell one after another, and Russia's troops were directly reduced from 2 million to 1.2 million. Although the American team had exhausted all their magic, they had an absolute advantage of 2 million troops!

The final winner of this game is Team USA!

"It's so fucking good!" The rogue leader stood up excitedly and waved his arms. Both sides went back and forth for ten rounds, and the United States finally turned the tide. The result was really beyond everyone's expectations. This was a contest between force and magic! The winner was the scheming team of America!

Zhang Mu also stood up and couldn't help but shout, "Okay! The game is so beautiful!" But when he thought that he would deal with Team USA tomorrow, he felt nervous again.

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder gently, Zhang Mu turned around and looked, Xu Feng slowly said: "Tomorrow is the finals, I hope you can cheer up. Although I don't like you, I always hope that the winner of the first game in history will be our Chinese players."

What does this mean?

Zhang Mu frowned and asked in confusion: "Why? Do you think I'm sure I'm losing?"

Xu Feng suddenly laughed: "To be honest, I made a bet with my subordinates. The bet is 1 million, and I bet you will lose..."

Zhang Mu had a calm face and gritted his teeth and said, "You... are so annoying!"

Xu Feng shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It doesn't matter, I'm just doing my own thing. I'm not RMB, how can everyone like it? If you really hate me, just fight a beautiful battle and make me lose this bet." After a pause, Xu Feng smiled: "Twelve, the finals will be ten thousand times more exciting than today. The battle is definitely a tragic thing you would expect. You must be mentally prepared. You who have the strongest troops will definitely be excluded. After all, that's 500,000 US dollars. This money is very attractive to ordinary players. As the commander of the Chinese team, if you want to get this highest bonus, your efforts will be several times more than others. I foresee a fact that tomorrow, both the Chinese team and the American team will be in a state of no command. It is a battle of 99 vs. 100, the strongest vs. the strongest vs. the strongest..."

After saying that, Xu Feng threw a cigarette to Zhang Mu and smiled and said, "Come on, the Chinese team loses, I win money. The Chinese team wins, I win honors, I will not lose this bet no matter what. I am the eternal winner."

"I believe the Chinese team can win!" Zhang Mu said firmly.

"Hmph, not necessarily." Xu Feng shook his head and walked out of the club.

Chen Long, who had been seldom talking, suddenly came to Zhang Mu and asked, "What do you think about tomorrow's game? Should I ask me to talk to Lao Qian and others? The finals cannot be messed up, right?"

"It's useless." Zhang Mutie said with a face: "This old gun didn't know what medicine he took wrong, so he targeted me everywhere. I've talked to him many times, but he just disagreed."

"The final will be played tomorrow. At this critical moment, if everyone doesn't unite, it will be over. We can see how strong the US team is." Long Gen said.

"I want to do it too, but..." Zhang Mu's mind was in chaos.
Chapter completed!