Chapter 475

Sword hate Song said that she did not hear this, even if she heard it, she would not pay attention to it.

She only does what she thinks is right and meaningful. She doesn't care what others think of her. She won't listen to it or think about it. She has a clear conscience.

Otherwise, care about everyone's thoughts? Care about everyone's words? How tired is it to live?

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the more than 1000 people of Youlong guild who joined the battle are like rootless duckweeds seeking survival in the gale, like a grain of gravel sinking into the sea, unable to lift any waves. They all died and returned to the resurrection before carrying long time. One charged down, and the four summoning beasts with long sword hate song were all dead.

The battle was very fierce...

although they had been killed once, the people who were revived still looked as usual, reorganized their lineup, and burst into battle in their eyes and charged again.

Close, even can see their mouth with a faint smile, they even smile?

once...

two times...

three times...

four times...

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make complaints about people's eyes changed, the idea of heart changed, Tucao's voice is small, curse's voice disappeared, are they really not afraid of death? Are they really so moral?

Does it need to be that way? Do you need to die again and again? Do you need to die again and again?

Although there is only one word difference between death and death, the implied meaning is very different.

Many players seem to understand something:

it turns out that this is not a show, but the strength of the unity of a guild. It is the responsibility of a huge guild in times of crisis. They are guarding the novice village in their own way.

Although there are many players in Youlong guild who are not of much use, they still succeeded in delaying the collapse of North Gate by several seconds.

"Send me out, I also want to fight, Laozi's novice village Laozi to guard."

"Me too, MD. if I die, I will be afraid of something. The novice village also has me. Why should I only let the people of the Dragon guild show off?"

"Dear, who counsels who is the son of a bitch, open the door, I want to kill the enemy."

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the enthusiasm of the players was completely ignited by the people of the Dragon guild. One by one, they yelled, and they wanted to join the battle.

Even the people of the shoal guild were infected and edified. They abandoned their boundaries and joined the war. They took on the responsibilities of the second guild of novice village.

People are sentimental animals, so emotions can be easily mobilized. After a while, nearly 300000 iron and steel troops were crowded in front of the north gate, nearly half of the current number of novice villages.

They bravely looked ahead, and vowed to die with those monsters. Their fighting spirit reached the peak in an instant, and their momentum came to the extreme in an instant.

Bass's calm eyes now have something else in them: identification.

Although he has to serve the players due to the inherent procedures, he still has a sense of vigilance and hidden slight hostility to the visitors from different worlds in his heart. But at the moment, watching the players who have given everything for the novice village and the players whose war intentions converge like torrents, his iron bone Zheng Zheng Zheng's heart has been melted.

It turns out that they are so lovely and simple.

They won Bass's appreciation and goodwill with their practical actions.

According to Bass's assumption, many melee players should join the battle and guard the novice village after the north gate collapses. At this time, they should be well prepared and ready for battle.

But the enthusiasm of the player is so high and intense that he naturally has no reason to refuse.

The next moment, many players were sent out, the front hard monster group, with their way to protect the novice village, with their ideas to defend the idea in mind.

Monsters bite, hit, chop, every second, everyone's body will be countless more wounds, at most three seconds will die.

They look like cannon fodder. No, they are worse than cannon fodder. Monsters are so terrible!

But there is one exception, Optimus.

At the beginning of the battle, Optimus jumped directly from the wall to join in the battle. Every time, there must be casualties.

Moreover, each time he was weighed, he directly entered the void state, and the monster could not touch him and cause damage to him.

In the evening, the monster's attribute doubled, so the giant was afraid to link to some horrible existence.

But even so, he had to pay the price of several deaths to find out the general attributes of those monsters.

No insight. It's really hurt.

Players are like this, how can the NPC of novice village be alone?

The mother, who should have been sitting at the tailor's shop mending, had already thrown aside her needle and thread, put on a dark armor, and went out with the crowd.

Although she is a woman, although she is a vice occupation, but waving a high shield in her hand, she does not see any decline or difficulty, shielding the players from the wind and rain and blocking the attack of monsters.Stab, the monster's attack left a wound on its body, blood gushed out like a stream, the tailor's aunt turned a blind eye, still holding the shield for the players in the rear to fight for output opportunities.

NPC is different from players, once they are injured, they need a long time of cultivation, or they are dead waiting for refresh.

Like the tailor's aunt, there is only one result: death.

Ten minutes later, there were no less than a hundred wounds on the tailor's aunt. The deepest one was able to see the deep white bone. I couldn't imagine how much pain it would be? But there was no expression or scream on her face.

There are only resentment of their own strength and resentment of monsters.

Resist 10 minutes, protect dozens of players, output 10 minutes, tailoring aunt died.

On the other side, the apprentice in the blacksmith's shop, like the tailor's mother, rushed out with a hammer.

Although they are low in strength, they have a lot of strength. They can be compared with monsters and make a modest contribution.

Bath on the city wall looked at the dancing figure below, leaving a drop of tears unconsciously from the corner of his eyes.

These children should not join in the battle... They are just....

the owners of armor stores, jewelry stores and weapons stores have put out their best stock to wear them, and their eyes are blazing with fire.

How can there be an egg under the nest? They all understand this truth, so they are now giving 100% strength.

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the soldiers and generals assisted by the town stood still in accordance with bath's order. They were the last hope and the last line of defense of the novice village. They should not die under the flood of monsters.

As soldiers, but unable to fight, their feelings can be imagined.

Novice village players and NPC unite as one, tide over difficulties together, vow to survive with novice village.

In the endless stream of death, Beimen's already precarious blood volume has supported for nearly half an hour.

The 11th charge is also the 19th resurrection of Changjian hate song. If she dies again this time, she can only be forced off the line.

Even so, there was no expression on her face except pale. However, when she looked at her old brother and friend, her face still showed a trace of movement and intolerance.

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