Chapter 566： Push Tower

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Tapir Liang almost broke out on the spot, trying to stop the eye-catching sand sculpture for a second, but after thinking about it, he still held it back.

At that time, if things really get out of control, he has to face that You Yu directly—and then You Yu happens to be a clone of Harakti, the creator of light, then he must find a way to give himself Find a way to survive.

The sand sculpture in front of him is one of his options.

The biggest weakness of the righteous camp is that it is always restrained and always has to consider protecting the weak. As long as some weak chickens that don't come in handy serve as shields in front of you, it is easy to get the opponent to throw a rat-injury.

And no bargaining at 80%, this time is the number one hostage candidate in the eyes of Tapir Liang!

In addition, he also stared at the old man named Simon in the clergy, because the old man looked exactly like the grandfather who played the game three thousand years later, and if he was taken as a hostage, the restrictions on the game would be even greater.

And the "millennium key" in Simon's hand, he originally planned to grab it.

Thinking of this, he simply didn't say a word for the time being, but with a cruel grin, he looked at the sand sculpture that was in danger without knowing it, and even filled the sack with gold in a foolish manner.

Take it, you can take it.

You end this sad life with that pile of virtual treasures!

The Great Cthulhu thought he was still a chess player who was strategizing and in control of everything. He felt that the eighty-thousand-eight non-counter-offer was just his pawn, or the kind with a naive and non-threatening head.

As everyone knows, this sand sculpture is still posting messages in the forum while picking up rubbish.

"@一锤八十不Counter-off, brother, haven't your positions changed? We are ready to push the tower!" Xuelang sent the message.

"The ones who are here, they are still here." While replying without a counter-offer, he shared his location information smoothly.

"Okay, wait a few minutes for us and we will be there soon."

Zai Jie Nan escaped with a smiley expression on a small yellow bean, and said in a post: "Good guy, Wang Yang and the seven priests are here, and there is a large army behind, making it like fighting a national war in an RPG. ."

"What is the evil **** doing?" Kekou Sprite asked. "Take a picture to see?"

He was trying to stuff a golden alchemy gladiator plate into a sack and vacated the space in his busy schedule, turned his head and cut a picture at Tapir.

The picture was posted on the forum, showing Tapir Liang who was biting beef with his legs in his pants.

"Good guy, the food can be improved, but there is beef."

As the local man Ye Liangchen said, he posted a picture of "Cthulhu Chewing Garlic" that Zhang Yichui 80 did not bargain some time ago.

"The Cthulhu Chewing Garlic Picture" was also secretly intercepted when he followed Tapir Liang with a bargain. It has been on the forum at this time, and it has been turned into a variety of emoticons by the sand sculpture players.

"Isn't it here yet?" Posting a post without a counter-offer.

"Come here, it's almost at the door!" Xuelang replied.

"Wait, wait for two minutes before entering! I think the evil **** he just finished eating, he seems to be about to take a nap..."

"..."

During the noisiness, the Pharaoh's army of crusades had moved from the king's city to the stronghold of Tapir Liang.

You might ask, how could Tapir Liang not arrange for people outside to let the air out at such an important place?

Oh, he really arranged for someone to let the wind out...

...Arranged for an army of necromancers.

However, I don’t know if it’s because the necromancers themselves are so stupid or the AI ​​of this dark game has a problem. In short, the army has opened to the right door, and the necromancers who are guarding the door are still standing in place as if blind. , Does not move.

True gatekeeper.

Nothing except the gate.

Realizing that the pile of gatekeepers on the opposite side seemed to be really just furnishings, the priests discussed with the Pharaoh and his friends, and decided not to force a breakthrough for the time being, but to set up a perfect place that is impervious to air.

So everyone called monsters, arranged traps and arranged traps, and the army quickly dispersed under the command of their respective leaders, blocking the stronghold of Tapir Liang in a fan-shaped area.

The priests also began to arrange those large-scale spells that took a long time to prepare and were powerful. A group of Egyptian soldiers dragged out a thing that looked like an ultra-ancient anti-aircraft gun-but this thing seemed to be driven by magic. Two priests carved a magic circle behind the magic cannon and cast spells.

As the strongest mage, the priest Mahad was naturally not idle, and began to arrange large-scale spells with very complicated pre-work on the periphery. As the number one disciple, Mana ran up and down under the instructions of her master and was very busy.

During the preparation time of more than half an hour, the gang of naïve doorkeepers remained motionless until the cannon was set up and the barrier was activated, and the entire stronghold was surrounded by groups. They still stood stiffly like the door gods.

During this period, players kept checking to the "inside line" inside to confirm the situation.

"It doesn't matter if you don't worry, the evil **** is taking a nap, and he is sleeping very deep!"

A five-six-second video recording was attached when he spoke without a counter-offer. In the video, Tapir Liang was wearing that red robe and snoring loudly.

After the preparations were completed, the Pharaoh gave an order, and the Cthulhu crusade kicked off.

The highest-level magic enchantment was activated, and at the same instant the torrent of magic cannons smashed into pieces a bunch of silly dead spirits at the door.

The great evil **** who was snoring suddenly woke up from his dream, and suddenly sat up and looked around, with a panic expression like saying--

-Fuck? What's the situation? Guangchuang is calling?

After realizing that the enemy had already started pushing the tower, his own gang of silly necromancers were still hanging up, and Tapir almost burst his lungs.

But now he has no time to think about it. Hidden in the dark and proactively attacked was his biggest advantage in this game. At this moment, the whole army pushed him to the door, and his advantage disappeared.

What else can I do? Run.

The Egyptian soldiers flooded in like a tide under the leadership of the priests, and came from different directions.

"Cut, a bunch of offal."

Malik quickly summoned several monsters and ordered them to rush to meet their opponents in different directions.

"Go, prepare to retreat!"

Tapir Liang summoned as many necromantic soldiers as possible to temporarily resist the enemy and slow down the progress, while turning to Malik.

"We have no advantage to play against here, so let's get out of here first!"

Malik snorted, seemingly unhappy with Tapir Liang's attitude. But he didn't say much, got up and prepared to leave with Tapir Liang.

Tapir Liang hurriedly prepared to escape. Suddenly realized that he had forgotten something, he turned his head and found that he was not bargaining with a hammer and he was stuffing things into a sack...

Tapir Liang almost didn't get angry with him.

When is MD, still picking it up?

Are you a poor man?

As soon as Tapir Liang's arm was long, he could not help but raise his eighty hammer without bargaining, then turned his head and ran away.

He held the sand sculpture in his hand, dragging two big sacks in his hand, looking blank.

ha? What do you catch me for? Is this hidden plot again?