Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

"You don't know... then who knows?"

"Say... talk!"

"what!"

"Who will tell the **** general!"

"Everyone is dumb now!"

"hateful!"

"say something!"

"A bunch of trash!"

The ancient temple of the first-class **** of the Protoss has a gloomy face, and the development of the situation is a little beyond his imagination...

Suddenly there was a very bad premonition in his heart...

If... if these premonitions come true, it's over, it's over.

Inexplicably panic in my heart...

Everything in front of me is changing...

"The first shelling..."

"Tens of thousands of damage!"

"And just carried out the second shelling..."

"It has been damaged more than 20,000 now..."

"It's those mysterious foreigners..."

"Master Ancient Temple, I told you a long time ago, they...can't be underestimated!"

"I knew that this group of mysterious aliens would appear..."

"In the beginning... I shouldn't have launched the general offensive so anxiously at the beginning!"

"Master Ancient Temple! You are wrong! You are ridiculously wrong!"

"I reminded you that way, why didn't you listen!"

"The mysterious foreigners are stronger than before..."

"They are behind us right now and are launching a full-scale attack on us..."

"Master Ancient Temple..."

The third-class **** of the Protoss walked up to Talha with a gloomy face, and while talking, his face became increasingly ugly.

From his perspective, these casualties could have been avoided.

If there is no general attack on this foreign city, and then wait for a while, when these mysterious foreigners are revealed, the main army of their protoss will directly counterattack, and they will be completely beheaded in minutes.

But now? Now all this hope has come to an end...

It's all right now, it's such a situation, and the loss is heavy, and this mysterious foreigner launches an attack from behind...

If this continues, who will know what situation will evolve!

At this moment, there is only endless resentment and anger in my heart!

hateful!

It's horrible!

The more I think about it, the more anxious I feel in my heart!

For Talha at this moment, naturally there is no good temper, and it is already very good not to rush forward to scold his mother.

The first-class **** of the Protoss makes the face of the ancient temple even darker...

How can he be happy in his heart to be verbally abused by a third-class general pointing his nose?

After all, in the final analysis, this is indeed his strategic failure...

At this moment, an endless sense of restlessness suddenly appeared in my heart.

Many thoughts, mixed ideas...

"So you're not going to punish those foreigners?"

"Go!"

"What's the use of talking to this god?"

"Go... kill them quickly!"

"Damn..."

The ancient temple said with a cold face, viciously.

"Ha ha……"

"I want to go there too..."

"But Master Ancient Temple, you have dispatched your main force to the front line to attack this foreign city."

"I have no soldiers in my hands!"

"what can I do?"

"I am also desperate!"

"If Master Ancient Temple could follow my advice earlier, why would we fall into such a passive situation?"

The cold snort continued to be in place.

The face of the ancient temple of the third-class **** of the Protoss still looked extremely ugly.

As he spoke, the endless killing intent in his eyes flickered.

A wave of rolling is in place, and everyone who understands naturally understands...

There is no need to say more about the others, the feelings are sweeping...

The ancient temple, the commander of the Protoss, silently narrowed his eyes...

His patience is also limited.

Just a few swear words and complaining, this matter is indeed the fault of the **** general, and the **** general will endure the wave.

But what do you mean when you keep saying that there is nothing?

Do you have to let the original **** sweep his face to be comfortable?

"Without soldiers, can't you go?"

"Who gave you the courage to make you point fingers in front of the God General?"

"The **** will give you fifty thousand troops. If you can't take these people down, the **** will want your head!"

"Before, continue to attack me!"

"Behind you, don't mess around!"

The first-class **** of the Protoss squinted his eyes at the ancient temple, and his eyes flashed with sinister light.

"fifty thousand?"

"Continue to attack the city?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Does Master Ancient Temple have to take care of both the killing of mysterious aliens and the siege of the city at the same time?"

"Now we should stop the siege immediately, and then change the target to attack those mysterious aliens..."

"As for the complete elimination of these mysterious aliens, we can safely and boldly launch a full-scale attack on this city!"

"A lesson from the past, a teacher of the future!"

"Master Ancient Temple, you...you wouldn't forget it so soon, would you?"

"What's the situation now, don't you have any points in your heart?"

"It's all like this, don't you learn your lesson?"

"you……"

Protoss third-class **** general Talha looked incredible. He didn't quite understand why the ideas of these high-ranking people were so weird?

Have been fooled again and again, still fooled?

Have to toss over this little force, so that I feel comfortable in my heart?

Um?

Is this idea?

Will the blood of these protoss warriors flow in vain?

What are the thoughts in this heart?

I don't understand, I don't understand it more and more.

Invisible, it feels extremely weird...

A sense of strangeness, superimposed on all sides, nothing...

"This God will do things, do you still need to teach it?"

"Now withdraw the siege army across the board, do you know how much it will damage?"

"Besides, morale will fall quickly."

"And if these foreigners watch us retreat and choose to take advantage of the victory, our damage will be even greater..."

"madness……"

"Fifty thousand troops is already the limit!"

"Hurry up and take it over to stabilize the audience!"

"If accidents continue in the rear, I will ask you for it!"

The ancient temple, the commander of the Protoss, rubbed his painful head with a irritable expression.

Talha Seafood wants to continue yelling something, when it is critical, Rugas on the side pulls it...

At this moment, Rugas is full of sweat on his forehead...

It's terrifying...

This wave of his little brother is indeed too strong...

You... can't you stop a little bit?

That said, what are these things...

With every word and deed, the sense of panic and anxiety gradually came into place.

There are so many thoughts, the whole person is numb, nothing, just play around like this...

That is the first-class general of the Protoss, that is the president of the army of nearly a million Protoss...

In Tianlin City, besides the Lord of the Ancient Temple, who else can suppress this ancient temple god?

This is a real existence under one person and over ten thousand people...

"Talha..."

"do not talk."

"Hurry up and lead troops to kill those mysterious aliens..."

"If you continue to toss like this, the damage to our Protoss will only be greater..."

"This shot will cost tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. Who can stand it..."