Chapter 769

The paladins retreated, and they allowed the group of SELIS to swing by less than 500 meters from the edge of their camp.

They tried, but after all, even the angels failed to punish the heretics. It's not a shame that they failed, did they?

Lord Stannis, the backbone of the expeditionary army, was far away in the old world and lost the suppression of his commander, Dale Schwartz. The message about Lord Stannis was circulating among the legions.

The legendary Paladin, Stannis barasheen, is being questioned by the Pope about the irreversible change in his daughter.

After the fall of the angel, the news again gave the expeditionary force a heavy blow.

Every Paladin regards Stannis as his idol, and every member of the expeditionary army has been saved by Stannis when fighting against chaos.

However, the clergymen's reaction was much worse. They had respect for Stannis, but they did not worship him blindly. They were more thinking that the matter had even spread to the far south colony. What kind of dirty trade was there behind it?

Such a state of being unable to fight, and unable to go, left the expeditionary army in a state of suffering every day.

"There are five people who have discovered the extraordinary people of Song Dynasty." Knight errant Ji WanBing observed mu tiegen's party from a distance: "the fighting capacity is very strong, the church has given up its intention to stop them and began to shrink its defense line."

"The paladins are a little empty these days?" The Ranger gloated at the camp, where a paladin in armor was arguing with a priest.

The Ranger with eagle eye skill has a long sight distance.

"The corpse of the angel is still hanging outside. Who dares to provoke us except those brainless green skins?" Li Yanlong's words quickly returned in the battle group channel: "quickly bring the reinforcements we have been looking forward to. If they come later, there will be nothing to kill them here."

That's right. The number of green skins on the front of the inner city has dropped by half.

Idea brother's self exploding boy tactics let players suffer a little bit, but players who have experienced modern war can adapt to this tactic much faster than those green skins.

They're digging bomb holes at a level that's faster than the evolution of fart fighter pilots.

When flying farts appear in the sky, they are first met by archers' arrows and more difficult to defend the flame crow.

The witch, who has been locked up in the quiet room, sensed the external psychic storm and appeared a little gentle.

Although ephrail pessimistically said that this may be the last dawn before the storm, it is still a rare time for witches to breathe.

In the first hour of altya's exit, he ignited 13 poor fart spirits with fire crows. They didn't even have a chance to land, so they exploded into fireworks in the sky.

The communication network that the sorceress association had built up before was completely destroyed by the psychic tide, with no trace left.

The witches who followed the retribution group became orphans. Something must have gone wrong with the top of the Federation, otherwise they would not have turned a blind eye to ephrail.

"What a delicate weapon. It's the most charming weapon I've ever seen." The silver haired witch sat next to the demon hunter, enjoying a rare quiet morning.

Last night, the green corpse again filled the gap in the city gate, and there will be no more attacks in a few hours.

The local supernatural is dealing with paladins, and other players in the city are still in dire straits, constantly being attacked by farts.

Xu Yichen was surprised to find that their persistence had seen the dawn, and the most difficult moment had passed.

Ephrail stretched out his long forefinger and touched the gem on the sword. He saw the forging process of the disaster of war and the achievements of the past few days.

"A dangerous and deadly weapon, which I have never seen in the future before." The silver haired witch's mood is very happy, an unknown future, what good news.

After all, in all the fragments of the future she had seen before, the world was not good, and the unknown future could not be worse than those known.

"How are the witches?" Xu Yichen used a dagger to clean up the debris in the gear of the war disaster. Some of the solidified collagen appeared to be very strong. Fortunately, the pure fire could clean up these things.

"We made it through, but the psychic tide suddenly retreated, just as suddenly as it came. Who knows what will happen tomorrow?" There is a trace of sadness in the tone of the silver haired Witch: "not every witch can have a stable environment like us. Those who lack protection can hardly survive the tide before."

"The scene here is so grand that sometimes I believe that the mechanical heart we protect can save the world." Xu Yichen grabs a fart spirit in the air with alder Fayin, and then a flaming crow rushes forward, exploding the fish into pieces.

An object that even the gods in the sky would like to share a piece of cake. Xu Yichen said to himself in his heart that things would not go so smoothly.Her eyes seemed to be able to see through the heart of the demon hunter. She took Xu Yichen's hand with her own hand.

It's not going to be so smooth. The green skin is here, the players are here, the paladins are here, and oh, the demon hunter and his new weapons are here.

With the stage set up, how can the real protagonist of the world be absent?

From Antony harbor, to the black forest, to fengxibao, chaos is like a maggot of tarsal bones, constantly chasing demon hunters.

But in Wangxiang City, the most "hot" city far south, there is no sense of chaos.

It's like Gotham City without clowns. The whole stage is bleak.

"They're coming, right here, I can feel it." The silver haired witch clenched the hand of the demon hunter. Her eyes were white, and there was a flash of thunder in them: "protect what you have in your hands. I see its role in the future."

"I will." Xu Yichen shaved out the last piece of dirt on the gear. It was a broken bone about the size of a nail, which fell into Vitoria's glass.

The samurai immediately glared: "that's my last glass of ale! What was brewed out of the kettle yesterday was wine! Only women drink it

"Don't worry, we have something more mellow than wine." The demon hunter moved his wrist, put the war disaster back into his sword case, and looked up at the sky. A black cloud was approaching Wangxiang city from a distance.

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