Chapter 495

This "little trick" of yilinlu did not cause the shock of the tribal Legion.

What to do.

After thinking about it, Yilin stood up, walked to the Tauren and knocked some information about the world.

Tauren is very fond of this "alien human" who is thin but can be patted on his shoulder without dying.

For the problem of Yilin, the Tauren also knows everything, says everything, and has a bright personality.

"I see."

Irene understood.

finally.

"My name is Sarah Bloodhoof." Sarah Bloodhoof's dark nostrils trembled and gasped: "unfortunately, human, if you are stronger, you are qualified to be the husband of this cow!"

Shit!

Yilin was shocked.

The Tauren who slapped him into the soil was actually a cow!

After getting the information about the world, Yilin was scared and ran away.

Xu Jingjing saw that Yilin walked back quickly from the campfire banquet with a pale face. He closed his eyes and felt it for a while. His face was strange: "your 'color' doesn't seem quite right. What happened?"

She was more curious about what could make a man in the top 50 in the district change his mood into this complex "color".

"Nothing."

Yilin took a few seconds to quickly restore his calm and calm down from the shadow of the "cow".

He asked several teammates other than pan Zhengyi to gather here.

"I probably know the true face of this trial."

oh

So slip?

It really deserves the official certification of the top 50 regional service spiritual side!

Face!

Suddenly others came to the spirit.

"I asked Sarah Bloodhoof, well, that's the Tauren. She said that this alliance war has lasted for three years."

"They don't know why this burning war can't be pushed to the next stage. Well, it's very difficult."

"This battlefield is just one corner of countless battlefields."

"If I'm right, Guldan Yanzu, who summoned us before, is just like a separation, not a noumenon."

three years!

It turns out that this war has lasted three years!

That's ridiculous!

The devil knows how these tribal orcs came over these three years!

Xu Jingjing suddenly understood: "no wonder the two sides of the alliance and the tribe fight like playing. They say they go up and retreat. It turns out that they are getting tired of fighting and just walk through the motions?"

"Probably so." Yilin nodded: "that is to say, in fact, the difficulty of this main task is not too terrible for Mengxin. After all, the requirements of the main task are just to survive. Therefore, after the war tomorrow, you should ask Xu Zhiyong to communicate with others. Try not to kill too hard. If you can counsellor, if you can't kill, don't kill."

The others looked at Yilin with a strange look.

It seems that Yilin said the last sentence not long ago.

"Hmm? Why are you looking at me like this? I'm serious this time."

Yilin noticed the strange eyes of his teammates, coughed twice, and calmly added:

"The reason is very simple. Our mission goal is to try to make these sprouts die less. If they are too involved in the plot, it is likely to greatly increase the difficulty of the mission." Yilin thought of killing a hammer of the tribal Legion at that moment today and said, "today we went a little too far and attracted the shot of the other party's boss."

Everyone else understands.

Although Zhitian dance was reluctant, Yilin's reason was emotional and reasonable. She flattened her mouth and didn't say anything.

The overall situation is the most important, and the overall situation is the most important.

next.

I was speechless all night.

The next day.

early morning.

tequila sunrise.

The orcs rekindled the bonfire, set up pots and pans, and happily cooked breakfast.

In the era of war, it's a pleasure to have such a leisurely picnic.

"Woo woo..."

Just after they had breakfast.

The loud horn came as promised.

The ferocious orcs skillfully climbed up from the ground, picked up the mallet and stick weapons around them, patted their chest and screamed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Pan Zhengyi once again incarnated as the orc chief and killed the fortress under the moon.

Yilin didn't fly high-profile in the sky this time.

The power of the hammer still made him feel a bit frightened.

Yesterday, Yilin recalled that the disaster must have been released and could never be empty.

However, Muradin Wang Tongxu's sudden transformation from a dwarf to a five meter dwarf seems to be a special model, which can be immune to all negative states. As a result, Yilin's control skill can't play its due effect.

The two sides resumed fighting.

After Yilin understood the world background view of "burning war", he felt the atmosphere of the battlefield again this time, so he had a different experience.

Whether it is the alliance or the tribe, although the words and actions are still murderous and full of smoke, there is a strange atmosphere of "swiping card to work".

Punch in and get off on time.

This is the war between the tribe and the alliance.

This time.

Yilin drove like a shadow, shot with two guns and secretly picked up his head in the scuffle.

He chose the simplest and rough "super charged bullet" output mode, one shot at a time, crisp and clean.

His bullet directly passes through the peeping gap. As soon as it pops out of the chamber, it will reap an innocent life and obtain the corresponding chaos value.

Although this sneaky way of brushing monsters is not as efficient as yesterday's full fire, it is better than safety.

Muradin Bronzebeard did not fight out of the battlefield again and stayed in the depths of the enemy line.

This is also normal.

The war has been fought for three years. Everyone is tired. However, the two sides are evenly matched, and no one can completely destroy the other in a wave of charge. This exhausting stalemate has also become inevitable.

Yilin's perception was released and shrouded the battlefield.

At this time, he frowned slightly.

After yesterday's battle, the group of Meng Xin who were driven to the shelves also made many neat moves.

I saw many people flexibly dodging the attack from the enemy or friends in the scuffle. They raised the bone cutting knife with their backhand, tore the other party's armor and red their eyes.

"There seems to be something wrong with the combat effectiveness."

Yilin asked in the team channel:

"Quietly, Xu Zhiyong, did they mention anything special?"

"No, he said he was much better."

Xu Jingjing bent his bow and took an arrow. He jumped flexibly on the battlefield, like an elf dancing. With each arrow, an alliance soldier fell down, and his attack power was very high.

"Good spirit?"

"Yes!"

"Look at Xu Zhiyong. Don't let him kill so many."

"Good!"

Simple group chat is over.

Gouzi and Zhitian danced and did nothing on the battlefield.

Since Yilin said that killing too much would lead to a strong counterattack from the enemy, they can only paddle naturally.

In the scuffle, I have to take care of Mengxin from time to time. I'm really tired.

But there's no way. Who makes every Mengxin represent 1000 death points?

The battle during the day lasted three hours.

"Woo woo..."

The horns of both sides sounded almost at the same time.

The tribal Legion and the alliance Legion withdrew tacitly.

It's half time.

Before leaving, it was another mutual spray with strong camp characteristics.

In these three hours of fighting, Mengxin brought by Yilin's team lost more than a dozen people.

In this day and a half, only 73 people survived, which is very distressing.

Meng Xin survived from the fierce battlefield, breathing heavily. They all had no time to chat and sat on the ground with indifferent expressions.

After the baptism of this wave of blood and fire, Mengxin looks a little different from yesterday.

It gives people the feeling that the boy experienced the wedding night and wedding candles, and he was more bloody and murderous overnight.

"Lao Xu, show me your weapon."

At halftime, Yilin came to Xu Zhiyong.

Xu Zhiyong and Mrs. Xu have many wounds on their bodies. After simple bandaging, they are not seriously injured.

Sitting on the ground, Xu Zhiyong raised his head blankly after hearing Yi Lin's voice. A few seconds later, Xu Zhiyong suddenly shook his soul and came back to his senses. He protected the bone cutting knife that had killed many allied troops and had not dried blood in his arms and shook his head desperately.

"That won't work! If the bone chopping knife is given to you, we can't live."

"I'm just looking."

"Look..." Xu Zhiyong's expression struggled. Ferocious green veins floated on his forehead. The whole person trembled violently with the fluctuation of emotion.

At this time, Xu Jingjing, not far from Xu Zhiyong, also noticed that Xu Zhiyong was in a wrong state. He stepped forward, hugged Xu Zhiyong tightly, and softly sang an ancient ballad in Xu Zhiyong's ear.

Xu Jingjing's songs don't use any language that can be understood. But the humming melody seemed to have the power to stabilize people's hearts. Xu Zhiyong, who trembled violently, was hugged in his arms by Xu Jingjing, and his expression gradually eased down.

"I, you, I... Quietly..."

After calming down, Xu Zhiyong recalled the scene just now. He was so frightened that he threw the bone cutting knife out from a distance, like throwing a hot soldering iron.

Yilin's heart moved.

The bone chopping knife is suspended in front of Yilin.

The bone chopping knife with special material has many broken mouths after a day and a half of fighting.

But it doesn't matter.

Yilin's pupils narrowed slightly. On the pale body of the bone chopping knife, I don't know when there were more fine red lines. It looked like the vein of blood vessels, with a faint smell of evil.

"This rare weapon really has a problem!"

Xu Jingjing combined with Xu Zhiyong's performance just like being possessed by magic. Recalling the strangeness of these weapons mentioned by Yilin on the first day, he immediately concentrated on feeling. Sure enough, in the vision of the ELF's pupil, the breath of two different "colors" of red and black was wrapped around the knife. The faint cold made Xu Jing secretly frightened.

"I see. This is Yang Mou."

In a moment.

Yilin sighed softly. Until this time, he completely understood the difficulty of this novice trial practice.