In addition to the darkness of the night, tonight should be a moonless night. After the moonlight on the dawn continent has returned to its roundness and ignition, the dark night in the light camp also exudes its unique charm.

In addition, the moonlight has been restored to a certain extent, which has stimulated the consumption of the magic lamp market, giving game companies a way to make money.

When the last trace of dusk was swallowed by clouds, there were some dark clouds in the sky, dark clouds reflected the clouds of the black clouds, and sharp armor under the clouds.

Rows of soldiers were holding their weapons, with a hint of tranquility before the battle; no generals were galloping on horseback, and no one was talking about morale-boosting words.

I had experienced a craze of undead last time, but I was caught off guard at that time and only persisted until midnight. Now it is a little different, the situation is different, and the preparations are also different, and the number of people participating in the battle is extremely different, and no one can interrupt the undead's offensive in the middle of the night.

The only assistance is these millions of players. Under the stimulation of two high-experience reward tasks, these players are ready to seize the more than 500,000 experience points steadily.

Wang Xiaofeng has been running around and contacting Uncle Wild to raise the two teams of the bloody battle and Fengyu, integrating them with the Anti-Blade Legion. Especially the healing profession among players, it can definitely play a huge role in this rapid attrition war.

However, the upgrade speed of the therapy profession is obviously slow. Not every nurse has a group attack skill, and not every treatment has a group therapy ultimate move.

Four thousand soldiers, three hundred meters of defense, and seven hundred players. Xuanxuan dragged everyone down again, but Ye Yu and the others were still waiting for her to upgrade to level 42. The level of the little girl thief was still a bit low. Although she had been using the method of finishing up, it had been a while since she had been losing.

When can she be taken side by side with her? Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but smile. Perhaps it was also a heroic love myth.

All the players turned on the magic lamp they carried with them, and many soldiers also lit the torches in their hands. They also carried some tincture oil around their waists. If anyone died in battle, they would still burn the corpse on the spot.

Tonight is a hard-to-hard iron fist battle. Whether this dam can withstand the attack of the dead is not to be able to detect the results at night, but to what kind of scene will appear when the sun rises tomorrow.

It is the tragic situation of corpses everywhere or the deserted bleakness. If it is the former, it is the victory of these soldiers; if it is the latter, it can only be the corpse of the last dead soldiers who resurrected the dead sky curtain.

The military formation suppressed some strange atmosphere, the south wind carried a little dark and stern slaughter, and the stern bones appeared and were faintly visible, waiting for the darkest time, waiting for the queen to roar.

"Marquis Yag, the priest of the wind," a knight rolled off his horse and reported to Wang Xiaofeng, who was flanking the wing of the Blade, the general's order, "The general asked you to go to the Central Army's tent. This place is too dangerous and should not be kept for a long time."

"Oh, I've stayed for a long time, there's no safe place here." Thinking of the last scene of the undead frenzy, I don't know how many NPC soldiers will die tonight, and I don't know how many players will suffer heavy losses.

Wang Xiaofeng waved his hand at Yagge, "Go, the cavalry regiment you brought needs your spiritual support, and the attack of the undead should last all night."

"Be careful," Yagre responded, and wanted to wave the staff in her hand, but hesitated to put it back. She fumbled a little on her neck, and a fiery red necklace was held in her hand and handed it to Wang Xiaofeng. "Don't have anything to do."

A dad was slightly stunned and finally reached out to take it. There was also a ruby ​​necklace on his neck, which was Kemier's soul stone. The necklace belongs to jewelry equipment. One one can keep him belonging even if there is no attribute bonus on his neck, and it will only have a chance to fall after death.

Tied the necklace that emitted the magical power of fire to her left hand, but it was also a unique bracelet, which made Yagge's eyes feel a little gloomy. The fire flashed, and she was nowhere to be traced. This ability of short-distance teleportation should have come from the staff in her hand, the high-level equipment that was unknown.

After all, she is the second generation of senior officials in the Sak Kingdom. How could those big guys not have something to save their lives?

"Master," Keith stood beside Wang Xiaofeng, with a hint of worry between his eyebrows and eyes and said to Wang Xiaofeng: "The next undead's offensive will be very fierce. Your strength is not enough, so it is not appropriate to move forward."

Since the reason was so straightforward, Wang Xiaofeng naturally shouldn't be saying anything. He gave a few instructions to the players who formed a battle formation beside him, and walked to the rear surrounded by a team of knights. He would make Keith and the others feel restless here, and now is not the time for him to play.

Although it is a pity to waste the experience of these undeads, I have the method of "small-up" and I don't care about this "small" experience.

Several teams of knights formed a defensive formation behind him, forming a new defense system with the seven hundred players. In fact, what we need to do tonight is not to kill many undead spirits and consume the strength of the undead army, but to defend this line of defense, so that we cannot let the comrades be attacked by the undead spirits, nor can we let the Emerald City behind us be attacked by the undead spirits.

"When the undead attacks later, you can release a narrow path in the center of the battle formation, which can reduce the pressure on the front." Wang Xiaofeng's eyes suddenly lit up. He was inspired by his own thoughts, and he was startled by his expression. "Imagine whether the entire array can be made into the shape of a funnel. The order these skeletons should be to rush out of the undead sky, if they are drawn out..."

"Not even," he frowned and shook his head. The imaginary tower defense mode was difficult to apply. After all, there were soldiers from the Sak Kingdom who were coordinating the defense on both sides of the Anti-Blade Legion. "Forget it, let the soldiers fight bravely to the enemy. The seriously injured must push them to the rear and do their best to reduce casualties."

"I will obey the order!" Case's answer was sonorous and powerful, and his eyes were filled with tears. The great scholar was dying for his confidant. Wang Xiaofeng reached out and patted his shoulder, and the staff in his hand floated slightly, giving him a primary holy word.

"Tonight, it's the battle for you to rise again."

The light of dusk disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, it was already night.

A sharp roar broke out in the city of Gvarland. The black clouds suddenly became thick and the sound of war drums rumbling. It was the sound of the undead army stomping on the land.

The spirit tide without death will rise again today.

"roar!"

The sudden roar of the beast made everyone tremble. The majesty swept across the black clouds, but it had little effect on the players.

It seemed that it was not a sound that the undead creatures could make. But the undead army that suddenly rushed out began to attack in rows, like waves surging by the sea, shattering on the black reef.

The long sword shattered the bones, the spear penetrated the head, the soldiers shouted with great strength, and their shoulders were held tightly by their companions behind them, without taking a step back.

"kill!"

This was the first time the killing shouts made by the Blade Legion. It seemed as if they had returned to the head of the Emerald City. They were the heroes guarding the city! The sudden outbreak of the killing shout made the players around them excited. It was not a shout of courage, but a will to fight to the death!

Wang Xiaofeng felt a little rippled in his heart. He held his notebook and staff tightly. More than a hundred members of the "Finishing Strike Team" behind him stood quietly with breath, but he could not hide the excitement in their eyes.

Something is quietly returning...

In the Yufeng City Church, Amy frowned and looked at the light mirror in front of her, overlooking the black clouds and the world below. Her brows were slightly frowned, holding Wang Xiaofeng's teleportation staff in her hand, and staring at a white dot in the corner of the light mirror.

It was the figure of the priest of light, the figure of the saint, the figure that she could not ignore the most.

The undead's offensive was swift and crazy, but the defense of the four sides was smooth and orderly. The white ocean was endless in the fire, but the strong defense line was like an old tree planter at this moment, without any looseness.

In fifteen minutes, only accidental casualties occurred in the shoes and boots. With the advance preparation and cooperation with the players, the main general Lu Ende could breathe a little relieved at this time.

If this continues, there will be no problem persisting overnight.

Suddenly, Instructor Amy, thousands of miles away, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly there was a strange call in his heart. The light mirror in front of him fluctuated, and finally shattered, turning into starry light; the strong dark force interfered with the observation of the Holy Light skill.

Her eyebrows were full of anxiety, and her eyes captured the mirror rolling in the black cloud before the light mirror shattered. She closed her eyes and pondered, and the huge shadow suddenly became clear.
Chapter completed!