Daomen Invasion

In the boulder city, facing you is a row of huge shield walls. Andrey led people in, and when he rushed into the city, mercenaries flocked from both wings.

The silver demon randomly connected three large fireballs. Fireballs with a diameter of more than one meter flew out side by side and exploded on the right side. The ten-man mages immediately added 30 small fireballs and directly cleaned the mercenaries on the right.

Andre shouted loudly, and directed the soldiers to turn, and in a blink of an eye, he collided with the boulder mercenary.

Bloody blood, under this collision, more than 20 people on both sides died,

Andre rushed to the front and was face-cut by a mercenary with a two-handed sword. When Andrea's long sword stopped, he felt his arms numb, his throat sweet, and his eyes swelled up. He dared not let the blood spur out.

The great swordsman wanted to add another note, a wooden arrow flew from the shadow, a puff penetrated through the gap of his armor, and exploded in his body. The sharp sawdust ripped through the internal organs, and the great swordsman spurted blood, falling down in the sky.

Freyia didn't care about the others, she saved Andrea, and followed Abigail's footsteps.

Abigail crossed the shield wall, but there were only fifty or so mercenaries hidden behind her. Hearing the sound of the banging of the money bag around her waist, her eyes were obsessed and muddled. Freya hesitated and did not reap these souls with her own dagger. Abigail was the regional bishop of the Goddess of Wealth. Her magical equipment was strange, and she did not want to be noticed by the Goddess of Fortune.

Abigail walked towards the center of Boulder City, and in her perception, a powerful warrior was there.

The breath of epic can't be concealed, like the flame in the night, jumping endlessly.

Freya followed her, looking at the twisted waist of the regional bishop, and really wanted to give her two arrows. Just one on each side of the two petals, this woman walks like a snake spirit.

Is still a fat snake spirit!

Freya was bitter and unable to move. Abigail suddenly turned back and smiled at her. Freya held her lunar bow and gritted her teeth at Abigail.

Andrea took a breath, Xiahe had already taken Medieri into the city gate.

Xiahe put a frost giant's eye in the sky, then picked up a withered thorn, and then led Medieri around the shield wall and went deep into Boulder City.

In the sky, the eye of a frost giant nearly one meter in size slowly rotates, and every time it makes a turn, a frost ray is shot downward. On the ground, a series of black thorn bushes drilled underground and wrapped around the boulder mercenary. The spikes of thorns easily penetrated the leather armor, and the sting caused by toxins made the city gate wailing.

"Sir, Andre, what's the use?" Medieli didn't quite understand why this kind of waste should be brought in, but also to take on the task of siege. Fortunately, the opponent's magician is not in Boulder City, otherwise he will not survive half even if he is protected by Lord Lord.

"He is a man of the Holy Thunder Empire. I did not rush to kill it, and I am entrusted with a heavy responsibility. In the future, when I am not in Stormwind City, in case my people can't keep it, I will be attacked by the Holy Thunder Empire and leave a way for everyone."

Medi Li asked: "Is this the noble's thinking?"

"It's just my personal thoughts, and you and Freya are not here. If the Saint Thunder Empire retaliates, you will definitely not let you go."

"That's my honor." Medieri was unimpressed. What about the revenge of the Holy Thunder Empire? Respect in her heart is only swordsmanship. Or, it now includes Lord Lord.

"That day ... you will challenge me on the ring."

"I'm not an adult opponent." Medirelli said modestly.

"Single fighting alone is a last resort. Today you pay attention to cooperate with me to see how I deal with the master."

Xiahe's tone was dull, but Medieri was very excited.

"Do not hold the sword too tight, you see ... here!"

Medi Li looked up, and saw the dust rising on the wide street, a Warcraft carrying a knight with a back of more than two meters high, rushing out. Farther away, there are about thirty riders who are also charging towards this side. The team pulled apart for nearly a hundred meters, and there was a halo blooming on the Warcraft Knight.

"There is at least one magic-free halo, unfortunately ..."

One finger of Xiahe Magic Wand, on the road ahead, a figure with a faint luster appeared. The puppet looks in armor, but the whole body is porcelain.

Classical magic, melancholy porcelain dolls.

This porcelain figure is slightly taller than Xiahe, and a metal warhammer was condensed out of hand, sweeping across to the Warcraft Knight. At the foot of the Warcraft Knight, a dozen stone teeth swelled up, and the earth opened a mouth to devour the Warcraft Knight.

The huge hoof of Warcraft stepped on, the stone teeth shattered, and the cracks of the earth were also bridged by the magic aura.

The figure of the porcelain figure flashed to the front of the Warcraft Knight, and the metal warhammer was smashed. In the hands of the Warcraft Knight, the iron gun is like a dragon. The barrel of the gun trembles violently, twisting into a weird angle, entangled in a metal warhammer.

Void Feather! Gold sign!

Xiahe made a leap, and Medirly followed the sword, and heard a dull impact sound, the Warcraft Knight felt his palms hot, and the iron gun took off. The porcelain figurine was shattered by the strength of his warrior's anti-shock. The war hammer was not held by anyone, and it was raised high again, hitting with lightning.

The Warcraft Knight reached out to grab the iron gun, and Medirley cut off with a sword, cutting off the gas machine between the Warcraft Knight and the iron gun.

The iron gun flew away, the aura of the Warcraft Knight was cut off by the sword gas, and it was quickly dimmed. Then he heard a tick in his ear. He wanted to urge the fighting, but the fighting in the body slowed down. The metal warhammer hit the sky.

Xiahe crossed the Warcraft Knight. Hearing behind him, the half of the Warcraft Knight was smashed with blood and blood.

Medi Li felt something, did not continue to attack, the sword breathed away, and made a small cut in the neck of Warcraft. The blood of the Warcraft was spurting blood, and the knight who carried the severe wound forward, and the iron spear in front was like a forest.

Four iron spears penetrated the body of the Warcraft Knight, shaking hard. The sharp spear edge of the iron spear cut the muscles and tendons. The Warcraft Knight fell to the ground. More iron spears pierced his eyes. He could only see The figure shook and walked past him.

A knight who has become a magic-free aura, is not dead.

If he charged with his men instead of attacking, how could the magician resist it head-on?

Poof!

Stepped on the boots, a skull of the Warcraft Knight was stepped on, and the brain was flowing. After losing the master's Warcraft trachea, blood bubbles went out, stumbled and turned back, lying next to the body of the Warcraft Knight, unable to whine.

The condensed gold symbol on Xiahe's wand shot forward, and a puff penetrated the chest of a knight.

The knight turned down the warhorse, and had no resistance. Above his armor, there was no magic immunity effect. Xiahe's Asra cut the devil's mallet, and the bursting stars condensed.

Nine fireballs of different sizes, like stars running, like a living galaxy. Planets orbiting hot and massive stars, flying towards dozens of cavalry in close proximity. Xiahe cast his spell calmly, without the magic aura, and the other party did not have the mage blessing armor. This elite cavalry was blown up by a magic.

"A warrior who does not understand the art of war, no matter how strong his personal strength is, it is nothing more than a warcraft."

Mediel Li listened silently, with a sword in her hand, following Xiahe into the queue of knights.

Death mist fog chain, perception sharing ...

The mist seemed to explode in an instant, and the streets were silently covered. In the perception of Mediel Li, the image of each knight is so vivid and clear Stabbing forward, the screams were getting less and less in the mist, and it took only ten seconds to completely clear it.

"In Imperial Magic Language, there is a specially-made vocabulary called Warlord. This kind of person knows how to use all the power in his hand."

"Like you are an adult?"

"Like me." Xiahe's **** figure came out of the fog of death, and a twisted ring of fire spread out on his body.

The thieves lurking in a hurricane step, even with their invincible skills, tough through the Mobius ring of fire. However, his dagger had not been stabbed, and the money bag in Xiahe's hands had been raised.

Poof!

The thief's breastbone was sunk, and this Shouyuan hammer seemed to have been waiting there long ago.

Stealth in the fog of death? Xiahe did not know how this thief cultivated into a master.

"They should go up one by one, and come one by one to die, it is also very intoxicating." Xiahe looked at the two swordsmen coming from the corner of the street, and said to the Mediter.

"Abigail, the head of the mercenary has been found." Medieri replied.

"So it's time to kill us first, then go back to the rescue, instead of sending people over to stop them a little bit."

"Is this the art of war?"

"It's just a part, it's an experience."

"How to kill these two people?"

"Strike the widow with the crowd, the unchanging art of war is reasonable."

Xiahe slowed down and blessed the ten dead men in the front row with Tenjin armor, elemental aura, sharpness, acceleration, and giant power. Medierly saw the lord Lord who had just returned to the majestic lord, hid in the army, put away the magic wand, and took out a weapon that she hadn't seen before.

Goblin musket, orange master equipment.