Chapter 269

What is human nature? What is morality? What is etiquette? What is shame? At this moment, everything is abandoned, everything is abandoned.

After a while, within a few seconds, the first crispy player declared his death and disappeared into white light, leaving a black iron light. Until the moment before his death, he was still struggling, and he was still trying to escape. However, everything was futile and vain. It was impossible to run away.

On both sides, there are hopeless canyons that can't be climbed. In front of it is a sad wall with tens of meters high. Behind it are crowded and chaotic crowds. There are countless stampedes. The sound of tragedy happens all the time. Everyone wants to run backward, but none of them succeeds.

The archers of the last side can be regarded as the closest to the liquid, the farthest away from the firelight, and also the faster arms. They should be able to escape. But who ever thought that the Longsword hateful song had expected such a situation and sent a team of people to set fire to the rear.

After a minute, there was no living creature left in the field. Only a pile of cold weapons, five small crossbows, and only a pile of lifeless cold flames continued to burn.

Note: the durability of small catapults decreases constantly in the fire. It's still a bit late for masters like Longjian Hengge to fish them out to avoid destruction. Even so, it's still a little late, and the durability has decreased by two-thirds.

Those archers in the rear were even more distressed. They not only burst out the silver equipment they had just acquired, but also put in a few pieces of equipment. It has to be said that they are very sad and painful. Life, everything is life.

Thousands of white lights died back to the novice village. How spectacular was the scene? How sad is it?

After the revival of the presidents of the three guilds, they couldn't help scolding the sword and hateful song on the world channel in the game: "the most poisonous woman's heart, killing thousands of players, the game guild is not a human being, carefully listing dozens of the mistakes and shortcomings of the Dragon guild."

Such words have been sent out dozens of times, but they can't get a trace of echo, just like a stone sinking into the sea.

There are no people in the game in the evening. Who should be expected to respond to you? Are you stupid?

The presidents of the three guilds were also confused for a moment, and then they reacted to stop sending news. After all, sending a message is not cheap Chinese currency, and it will be sent tomorrow.

Thousands of Taoist figures have been resurrected to the novice village one after another. Hundreds of figures went offline without saying a word. Before leaving, the fierce eyes made people feel nervous.

Some people put down their words: "this kind of guild, it's boring to wait. Tomorrow I'll buy a name change card to change the names of these broken names. A group of sb." Finish saying direct line, leave everybody a pathetic back figure.

Looking at these bleak helpless to leave the back, looking at the sad eyes of brothers who get along day and night, everyone's mind has a question: "is it worth it?"

No one spoke and no one answered. This battle was too oppressive, too playful and too terrifying. At the same time, a shadow covered their hearts, and a nightmare attacked their minds, which could not be swept away for a long time.

"President, what are we going to do now? What about those who left? " At the moment, the firm supporters of the three guilds raised a loud voice to attract people's attention. They expected the president to give a reply, give a reason to stabilize the army's morale, and give them a step.

As long as they say a few words of encouragement and encouragement at the moment, the hearts of the guild will not be broken.

his idea is good. However, the three presidents did not seem to take over, but said coldly: "those who leave will be recorded one by one, and they will see enemies in the future, and none of them will stay. What should we do now? Go to bed, and we'll talk about it tomorrow. "

As soon as this sentence came out, many players left behind were cold hearted. Those who had been firm in their hearts were inevitably shaken. What did they follow? How could you be so heartless? So shameless? At the moment, I really don't want to stay for a minute, so I choose to go offline to rest.

In a flash, there are only three presidents in the novice village who look at each other in awe.

Thousands of people only caused nearly 30000 damage to the city wall and then all died. Their hearts were shamed and miserable, and their old faces were flushed. They did not know what to do for a time.

It took so much manpower and material resources to build the tunnel. Only in this way can we achieve the goal of divine soldiers. Who ever thought the result was this? They also want to continue to organize players to attack, to recover a trace of the scene.

However, the reality is impossible. Let alone that the players of the three guilds have lost their momentum and spirit to the extreme, they can't find a way to solve the fire. Even if they can, who can predict that the Youlong guild will have more followers?

It's enough to be a gunner once...

"Lao Zhang, what do you think of this matter? Are we so tolerant of this evil result? Did you break your teeth and swallow in your stomach? I'm not willing to. Now I feel the burning pain on my body. I can't give up the sword hate song The three presidents sat on their knees and plotted."What else can I do? Launch another attack, it is estimated that our guild will be disbanded. Didn't you see the eyes of those people underground? The promised benefits have not been found at all, but they have lost so much. Everyone will be upset if we can promise to make up for their losses, but our funds... "

" well, why are our lives so hard? Originally, I wanted to find a chance to get rid of the control of the shoal and become king. Who ever thought... By the way, Lao Qian, what do you think? Give me your opinion. What shall we do next? "

Lao Qian refers to the chairman of the Zen Association, the dog's head of the three of them, and the wise man among them. His usual flowery and vicious methods and ideas come from his mouth. However, today, he is rarely silent. He keeps his head down and purses his mouth. What is he thinking about?

The look was very similar to the old Wang next door who was about to be destroyed.

When he heard the greetings from his brothers who had been together for a long time, he could not help but raised his head and said, "we can't forget this time. However, it's not about the long sword's hate song, but for the" shrimp play in the shoal ". Although this battle is our initiative invitation, he has to bear part of the responsibility for the failure, at least to compensate for our losses."

"Lao Qian, is this... Possible? If he doesn't agree, isn't it... "The two people around him raised doubts and stammered. They didn't believe this statement. How could it be? "Shrimp in the shallows" is not blind.

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