【Di Kunming】Haha, smile: "There are so many bones on the other side! Erha, let's have a meal!"

After saying that, he threw a bone high.

I saw a Husky man who didn't understand what was going on and had only bones in his eyes jumped high, grabbed the bones in one bite, and as soon as he landed on the stack of arrows on the wall, he couldn't wait to chew the bones.

"Hahahaha!" The players immediately burst into laughter.

The paladin girl next to her was stunned and her views were simply subverted.

These are probably human fish, man, shrimp, and they risked their lives to save her. How dare they start a war with the Scorpion King without permission for her?

Aren’t they afraid of being punished by their superiors?

Even if you are not afraid.

The youngest guy in front of him said that there are thousands of skeletons. If there are no reinforcements, no one can survive!

At this time, the dark elf she had seen came up and said lightly: "For them, this is just a game. But you don't have to worry too much. They are not weak, and they will soon find trouble... Well, there are reinforcements."

The corpse witch on the opposite side couldn't understand what the player was yelling, but from the other party's neat spitting movements, he clearly understood the other party's attitude.

Not to mention losing bones, that is definitely a humiliation to all the undead.

No matter how rich the feelings are during your lifetime, they will become indifferent after becoming an immortal. Only a very small number of strong feelings before death will be imprinted into the soul, or from the will of the lord.

What it can feel most is the Lord’s anger towards the living!

But it chooses to wait quietly.

There is not much time left for the living.

Above the head, the still bright sunshine was rapidly fading away, as if the night was suddenly withdrawn by the hand of the gods.

There is no brilliant galaxy, only a dark night as dark as ink!

This is the "time" of the undead tribe!

The wind in the desert became wild.

The wind swept across the battlefield, mixed with large grains of sand, rolled up in a crackling manner, making the players at the outpost unable to open their eyes.

When the players came back to their senses, the flags in the undead camp, with human skulls as the core and gold-decorated flags suddenly rose high on the other hand.

The night wind blew across the skull, making a ghostly terrifying buzzing sound.

In the blink of an eye, there was already a sea of ​​flags.

The other party actually increased his troops quietly?

The airflow rolled up sand and gravel, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a dust storm.

Players were shocked to find that the ten-meter-high wall had been missing for some time, and it was the sand and dust that rushed over buried the wall.

The skeleton soldiers looked up.

They danced in the eyes of the soul fire, and the tall outline of the outpost was reflected. However, deep in the dark fire, there was a hint of doubt why there were only a dozen people in an enemy outpost?

"Idiot! Those fish and shrimps are the enemy's puppets! So they have no souls!" The corpse witch scolded: "Continue to attack!"

Hundreds of skeleton shooters began to assemble.

It was already bones, but they used strange red straps to fix their dry hair on their dry heads.

There is no point in concealing them. They are wearing gorgeous copper shawls, decorated with gorgeous gems, and even copper rings are tied to their legs.

This extremely slutty operation makes them visible even at night.

After gathering together, the skeleton archer raised an unexpectedly well-maintained longbow and bent his bow and shot an arrow.

A large black dark light rose from fifty meters away, reflected in the depths of Jialudi's pupils.

The arrow clouds that rose higher and flew farther away seemed to be a swarm of locusts hitting from the distant sky, drew a long parabola from far to near, and finally poured on the city wall in the form of heavy rain.

"Arrow attack!" Jialudi shouted out subconsciously.

After shouting, she realized the problem of language barrier when she saw some of the shrimp mermaids standing foolishly.

It was too late, so she subconsciously shrank her body behind the pile of arrows.

He looked helplessly at the rain of arrows washing the city.

"Dangdang!" The copper arrow shot on the granite, making a clanging sound.

Just in her sight, a foolish lobster man was hit by at least thirty arrows. The seemingly thick natural shrimp armor failed to save its life.

This guy was lifted up by the impact of n arrows, threw it away, and then fell to the inside of the outpost wall with some unlucky companions.

"Huh?" Seeing this scene, the corpse witch couldn't help but laugh with contempt.

Jialudi on the city wall had a numb scalp. Of course, she was grateful to these strange "humans" for saving her life. But seeing the other party die because of the lack of the most basic military literacy, her heart was very uncomfortable.

A scene that surprised her happened at this moment.

A continuous stream of light suddenly appeared in the small oasis in the middle of the outpost.

From her perspective, you can just see a group of fish, shrimps crawling out of the pond, cursing. They were not running around like blind-headed flies, but running towards their designated targets. They took the things of their dead companions and immediately ran up to the city wall.

She counted and found that she died and made up for it.

The shrimp man on the city wall even laughed loudly.

[Du Ai Sha]: "Brother, you don't have to talk. I also know that you were a hero until you were shot in the knee. Hahaha."

This player who happened to be called [Arrow in the knee] was so depressed: "Cao! I was shot in the whole body! I forgot the pain. Fortunately, it only drove 30% of the time, and my heart was flying out just now. After I got off the line, I must check if there were any more holes on my body."

"Bad! You're so pierced. Are you still dead? Can you still chat with me?"

Here, someone asked the captain [Youqin Siwang]: "Will we fight back?"

[Youqin's Siwu Wang] A blank look at the new player: "How to fight back? Shoot him with an arrow? Stop teasing, even if you see it, can you shoot you? Wait until the enemy approaches, and then prepare a cocktail!"

Jialudi only saw the group of fish and shrimps. While smirking, he handed out a pile of wine bottles and couldn't help asking the dark elves: "What are they doing?"

"I don't know, they always make a bunch of weird things. Some are very effective, and some are even more than I imagined."

Of course, what the players prepared was the famous Molotov cocktail.

In this "game" with extremely high degree of freedom, how can players not use their genius (thinking of themselves) imagination?

If you can use missiles to explode the enemy's dog heads with 800 kilometers away, you will never be able to pull them to 800 meters to play with the headshot.

Anyone who can tie the core will never fight in close combat with you.

Some people threw bladder biogas bombs before, and some people prepared incendiary bombs.

If I can’t find saltpeter and gunpowder, I can’t even find oil, right?

Is it okay to squeeze lard and animal oil?

When nearly a thousand skeleton soldiers approached the walls and wardrobes, what were thrown out from it were wine bottles with ignition strips inserted into the bottle.
Chapter completed!