Game Across the World

Similar to the effect of the [Plague Pus Spray] that Shen Chen encountered before, the skill damage is not low, but the group that shot at the first time did not cause much damage.

　　 Several pastors who shot in time looked at Shen Chen with a trace of pride, seeming to want his encouragement, Shen Chen glanced at the water, "Pay attention to the front, for the Murloc race, the battle has just begun!"

　　 As soon as the voice fell, countless blisters were on the surface of the water. The fish people were like dumplings emerging from the boiling water, rushing out of their heads, and then washed up on the tidal flat.

　　 "Request firepower coverage!"

　　Only at the moment of the battle, the front row tanks encountered great pressure. They did not have to face 1 level 45 mobs, but each had to resist several or even dozens of strengthened murlocs!

This is the horror of the wave of undead. The first wave of intensive charge, shakes the front line, and then uses an infinite number to bring down the enemy, and finally the psychic behind the scenes appears to end the endgame; at least, this system is in the great power of Lordaeron. On the ground, I haven't lost yet!

　　 So Shen Chen directly called for support, and a green flare lifted off.

"Boom boom boom!" You can faintly hear the roar of the tank fortress in the distance. Naxxramas hasn't arrived yet, and the artillery deposit is quite abundant. Seeing that there are a lot of murlocs, Vereesa will naturally do this. Choice.

　　The artillery fire roared.

　　 Different from ordinary shells, these shells are all masterpieces of Dalaran.

The inexhaustible alchemy potions and enchanting materials are all used to strengthen shells and other long-range weapons. Although this burst of artillery fire does not require the best effects such as element reduction, it can also use similar fuel and secondary destruction. The attributes of the class.

　　 The shells exploded in the dense tide water of the murloc. First, the frantic shock wave tore apart the contaminated bone-spur-like structures on the murloc's body.

Then came the broken pieces of metal, engulfed by the shock wave, like a lotus of death, deep scars were cut on the body of the murloc, spattered with various sticky flesh and blood, and then like a string of candied gourds, The flesh and blood sprinkled on the surrounding murlocs.

　　 At the same time, the fiery flame, combined with fuel, lit up a huge wall of fire like purgatory on the green lake, and enveloped the fish people.

The players took a few steps back. At this time, the flames were set against the murlocs, which was a bit funny. They had wounds that were pierced and rotted quickly, and their scales were covered with the blood of various companions; in the flames, they felt When it comes to scorching and fear, he jumps frantically, beats splashes, and tries to extinguish the flames, just like dancing in a weird dance.

　　 But there was a layer of oil on the surface of the water. This action caused a more violent burning. The murlocs were like torches that soared into the sky, carrying flames to form a fire dance on the shore of the lake.

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"This line of defense is well made. Compared to that time, Dalaran has lost a bit of arrogance and made a little progress." Kel'Thuzad looked down at Dalaran, who was about to enter his eyes, from a high altitude, judging from the perimeter line of defense. With the help of humans, Dalaran might not be able to deal with it.

　　 "But I also have you guys, so that's right, let us kill these poor guys!"

Looking at the elite soldiers under Pachiwick, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Nosfarina, and Maxner, Kel'Thuzad showed a look of revenge, nostalgia, and ridicule, and then waved his hand. "First Say hello to my former friends!"

　　 Surrounding the magic circle above the psychic tower, the powerful in the four areas of Naxxramas, behind them, the psychic mages and acolytes started the magic operation.

The death knights in the military zone summoned the runes of death and sacrificed themselves; the structure zone threw the bodies of the abandoned structures into the concentrated acid incineration pool, squeezing out massive amounts of life energy; the plague zone took the remaining plague cauldrons The boiled pus is poured into the predetermined groove of the magic circle, acting as a higher-quality magic operation material; while the spider zone, the ancient curse power, adds a stronger effect to the magic power in the magic seal.

At the end of the entire circle, following the runes and grooves on the thick iron chain, inject the magic power of death, curse, plague, and fleshy pus into the cursed crystal directly below Naxxramas. In the jade, it instantly became more emerald green, dazzling and unknown.

　　 "Send all the undead troops, we will break through this fragile line of defense in one fell swoop!" Kel'Thuzad waited for a volley of firepower, and then coldly ordered.

　　 In front of the Dalaran line of defense, at a distance of less than one mile, countless ghouls, skeletons, undead zombies, stitch monsters, banshees, and spiders stood up, roaring forward and launching an impact.

　　No one knows how the undead lurked to this distance under the eyes of the Order Elf Hunter, but now, all the human soldiers clenched their weapons and stood ready.

　　 Behind these undead units, meat grinders, undead psychics, and gargoyles flying out of Naxxramas were hung to the ground, and piles of corpses piled up in the back.

Countless new undead warriors then stood up, rushed forward unconsciously, or followed the meat grinder, leaped high, awakened in the air, and then straddled behind the human line of defense, strangling with the soldiers. .

　　 The muzzle of the tank was turned to face, and the various colors on the mage tower also lit up one by one.

The bombardment of the murlocs just now is nothing short of the current situation. The roaring shock waves even caused a small wave of half a meter high by the lake. The mixed flesh and blood of the murlocs on the shoal caused a brain shock. Go into the water.

The frontal line of defense was close to white-hot in an instant. The elite army of undead is not comparable to ordinary undead scum. Despite the baptism of large-scale skills such as artillery fire, flame rain, and flame storm, there are still a large number of undead troops that firmly rushed forward. With the low walls arranged by humans, they fought with the warriors and knights behind.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 suture monster, a mouth-like slit in the belly, burned the dead body on the ground, swallowed like a gluttonous stomach, and the life involved Energy, let the stitches on its body, under the scorch of the flames, did not change in the slightest.

　　 continued to stride forward and stopped in front of a fortress bursting with fire. The hook in his hand was bigger than the head, and he threw it out and chiseled it into a gap in the fortress.

　　 "Ha, let's have a good meal!" Suddenly pulled the suture monster, half of the fortress was evacuated and collapsed, revealing the dwarf tank parked in it.

　　 It took two steps forward, using the machete in the other hand, and slashed it on the front armor of the tank.

"Boom-Ke La Ke La"... the third generation steam tank, actually fell below in terms of power, and the gear set in it can be heard ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ crazy; if it is not a dwarf The forged structure is strong enough, and with this, it can completely lose its power.

An arrow flew through the air, stabbing it directly into the big mouth of the suture monster that was still chewing. This arrow seemed to be forged from high-grade metal, and with multiple enchantments, it was stuck in the inside of the big mouth so as to be sutured for a while. It's so strange that you can't do this!

　　 On the flank of the tank, the Guardian of the Order Elf Moon rushed over. The weapon in his hand was drenched with star-point moonlight, and he dexterously turned over to avoid the hook and iron chain that the Stitcher used to draw a crescent.

Compared with ordinary swords, the weapons of the Moon Guardian seem to be able to ignore and destroy most of the magical effects. Even the suture monster's sutured skin with magic resistance and material resistance is directly torn apart by this knife. A half-meter deep rift.

　　 "You hurt me!" The Stitching Monster screamed, pulling out the butcher knife that had been slashed on the tank, as if madly in the chaotic cloak, but was completely avoided.

　　 This knife scene still forced the guard of the moon to retreat, and the Stitching Monster took the opportunity to step back a few steps, as if he wanted to eat a few corpses first and replenish his body.

　　 However, the muzzle of the tank was reversed at this time, and the shell was loaded and ready to be fired.

The suture monster found that the mouth in his abdomen could not be closed for a while. Once the sharp arrow made it try to close the mouth, it would cause pain in the abdomen. Those sutured tendons were also torn, and the mouth was completely exposed again. come out.

　　 "Fire!" The gun popped out of the chamber.

On the other side of the battlefield, a tank without the support of the Moon Guards would not have such good luck. It can only use hard armor to withstand waves of hacking and killing by the Stitch Monster, and then use gunfire from its chamber. Fight with it!