Magic Tower Starry Sky

How she escaped this way, Riena could no longer remember. All she knew was that she was running furiously, not daring to stop with her legs. Although there is no smooth road in the woods, at this moment of concentration on escaping, if the elves have divine help, no matter how strange the terrain is, it will not be an obstacle in the slightest.

Even if an arrow hits the shoulder, the back, or even the arm, there is no room for them to fall. No matter how strong the force is, they will lose their balance in an instant; but after taking two or three steps forward, they will resume their galloping speed and run desperately.

But when the whistling sounds in their ears became more and more dense, the feeling of not being able to run away or catch up with the other party only made the elves want to curse. Maybe if they survived, after some time, they would be afraid of the current situation, but they could only escape for their lives.

All of a sudden, the sight became clear, and it suddenly became clear. Is this running out of the outer woods? Riena looked at the camp square where she had been for a few days, now it was clean and empty.

The elves who acted as bait were scheduled to hide in a ditch in front of the World Tree. This was dug by someone's apprentice with a group of elves in the middle of the night. But now in the trench, there are many familiar faces sticking out their heads.

Riena rolled her eyes, and she recognized several people. They are all the same decoy team, but they are members from other directions.

Are they faster?

of course not. In fact, this group of people ran back after the first contact. Only Riena's team fought with the enemy and killed a centaur scout.

Riena didn't have time to think about the reason behind it, she just saw a group of people standing in the trench, waving their hands anxiously, as if as long as they did so, the fleeing elf would appear beside them in an instant.

The chase in the open, because it can be seen clearly, is even more frightening, not only for the parties concerned, but also for the audience. The centaur was like a pack of wolves hunting for prey, encircling and chasing them from behind, and the distance gradually narrowed, even getting close to the fleeing elves several times.

The elf sword dancer ran last, and she was the only one who could repel the centaur who was chasing. But every time they fight each other, they will make themselves a few steps behind. Furthermore, even if a centaur is overthrown, there will be more to catch up. Her only chance was the human magician; but in Riena's field of vision, she did not see him.

Is this a trick?

Seeing her companions all jumping into the ditch, Liena suddenly felt the wind behind her head. She jumped subconsciously, and at the same time, she leaned back, and the long-handled battle ax passed the tip of her nose dangerously. Riena maintained this almost lying down position and slid into the ditch.

Down at the bottom of the ditch, looking up at the blue sky. In his field of vision, there was finally no centaur for a moment. Before I could rejoice for a long time, I saw a horse belly jumping over the ditch. It seems that the centaur, who can't stop in time, intends to just cross the trench and attack the World Tree directly. As for the elves inside, there are naturally companions behind them who can take care of them.

But he failed to jump over the narrow ditch, the energy barrage counteracted his impact, and directly knocked the centaur back from mid-air, and also fell into the ditch. This change frightened all the elves hiding in it. The centaur who had just chased and killed him was now covered in blood holes, his eyes were wide open, and he had an unbelievable expression on his face, which was very terrifying.

The moment Riena jumped into the ditch, Hallomi, who had been waiting for a long time, lifted the camouflage curtain.

Gabriel Xu? Lin? Tripwood debut!

Do you want to use the exile from another dimension to resolve this war?

No. For Lin, the extra-dimensional exile can only target one target at a time. When encountering multiple objects, you can only cast magic one after another, throwing the opponent to an unknown place. But when facing an army, there is no doubt that such efficiency is too slow. Moreover, someone had never conceived a plan in this regard, and did not intend to temporarily cram on the battlefield, but moved out a treasure that had been treasured for a long time.

If there is a list of achievements in life, as a game geek, using infinite bazookas or infinite machine guns, recklessly playing any game of the Evil Castle series, it must be a proper gold medal achievement. And as a game geek who travels through the crowd, how could he not have thought of reproducing such a scene in another world!

The hand-held M134 high-speed multi-barreled rotary machine gun, under the operation of the motor mechanism, the six barrels began to rotate at an astonishing high speed. Looking at the scene of tens of thousands of horses galloping towards him, someone was not timid, but rather excited.

Lin cracked his mouth and smiled, recalling the lines used in his hometown again, and said: 'Let\'s_Rock_n\'fucker!'

Grab the handle-style trigger, and the muzzle of the machine gun begins to roar!

Because gunpowder is not used, there is no recoil problem. However, the six rotating barrels and the energy bullets in the chamber are affected by the magic circle, uncontrollably and randomly attaching various special attributes and interfering with each other, making this lost version of the machine gun still as difficult to tame as a beast .

All these difficulties, under the physical strength enhanced by auxiliary magic, became no problem at all. Lin steadily held the M134 machine gun by his waist, and the magical power extracted from the World Tree was transmitted into the machine gun through a cable as thick as an arm. The disorderly arrangement makes the original pure energy projectile fall into a state of rage and chaos, and the random attribute attached to the barrel further increases the destructive power, forming the most efficient slaughter machine.

The light bullets almost strung together into a line, sweeping every inch of land pointed by the gun. Wherever he passed, blood spattered. Rao is a centaur with a strong physique, and he can only drink hatred after dozens of bullets hit him. And this process only takes a moment.

The machine gun with a rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per minute is like the scythe of death, wantonly harvesting the lives that have been swept away, and no one can escape. Regardless of whether you are a low-ranking soldier or the leader of the tribe, you are all equal in the face of death, and you will also bloom beautiful blood of life. Even the huge impact and violent magic can tear apart the centaur's trained muscles without any hindrance, paralyzing the tall body.

The centaur, who had never encountered such an attack, put out a dense formation. In their cognition, as long as they can increase the speed of charging, there is no enemy formation that cannot be broken, and there is no enemy that cannot be killed. Even the arrow rain offensive that the elves were proud of couldn't stop the centaur's charge. In the end, this group of fragile thin people with pointed ears can only fall under their iron hooves!

But all self-confidence was shattered along with the flesh!

Most centaurs still figured out why their comrades in front fell, and they experienced that answer for themselves. There was no time to give a warning, no time to feel remorse, no time to think about why all this happened, and the vitality disappeared in the blood.

The centaurs fell down row by row, and no one could save their lives from the baptism of the barrage. Good or bad equipment can't prolong their living time. Even since the machine gun fired, the centaur failed to advance much distance, and died on the way of charging. Their battered bodies and the blood that flowed out covered this not-so-small World Tree Square.

The shelter of the woods will prevent the centaur who has not left the woods from seeing the square, so they can only follow the steps ahead and keep stepping out of the forest. But at this time, I saw the hellish scene in front of me, and it was too late. They only have the option of rushing forward with their heads depressed, or choose to stop and collide with the comrades behind them; the worst case is to be trampled to death.

If as soon as he stepped out of the woods, someone blocked the road with bullet screens and killed him on the spot. Then the accumulated dead bodies will become a warning for those who come later, and will also be the best bunker. But the natural defect of M134 solved this problem instead.

The multi-barreled rotary machine gun, the amount of bullets brought by its rate of fire, makes it impossible for someone to use mental lock to change the trajectory like other magic guns, even fine-tuning. Since it can only attack straight, the disadvantage is that with only one machine gun, the killing efficiency has its limit.

At least someone has to move the muzzle to kill a centaur in a different direction. Such a time difference gave the enemy a chance to try to use a charge to solve everything. There are also centaurs who choose to spread out to the left and right, trying to use the tactic of encirclement, and even hope that this will cause someone to lose sight of one another and create opportunities for the other side's comrades-in-arms.

But these are in vain.

Compared with the centaur who left the woods, they had to rush over a distance of more than 400 meters before entering the attack range of their spears. How long would it take them to get up to speed to cover that distance, and how long would it take for someone to turn their guns?

Just when someone was still unfinished, he suddenly found that he had no goal. Grasping the handle trigger, he shot left and right in a daze, and there was no centaur standing in the square in front of him. Release the trigger, and at the same time the sound of the barrel rotation motor gradually slows down and finally stops. Lin asked the apprentice who was staying beside him: "Where is the person?"

"Teacher, the remnants of the centaur have escaped." Kaya said calmly, watching the surveillance screen.

The picture the girl saw was sent back from the wreckage of the evil satellite. Because the original function was not lost, Lin hoisted the thing to a high place to act as a monitoring device, and the girl was in charge of operating it.

"Run away?" Someone was still a little dazed for a moment. With a flick of ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he carried the M134 machine gun on his shoulder, and rubbed his chin full of stubble while thinking.

Looking at her teacher's flamboyant appearance, Hallomi, who was standing on the other side, asked, "Do you want to pursue?"

"I'm going! How can I chase after you?" Shaking the cable connected to the back of the machine gun, Lin felt a little angry and also a little frustrated at the fact that his apprentice had no eyesight. Limited by the length of the cable used to extract the power of the World Tree, it is doomed for someone to run around with an M134 machine gun.

At this time, not far away, another camouflaged position, the curtain was also lifted. Inside were a great number of camels, and the young king and his ministers. They didn't have any conversation, they just stared at the battlefield in front of them with dumbfounded eyes... Well, maybe a slaughterhouse would be more appropriate.

Especially the minister of war with his eyes above the top, Maxime Stache. He also ignored his image, turned his head with difficulty, and looked at the human magician.

Thinking of the evaluation given by this person before, Lin tried to put on a friendly expression, and said with a smile: "I really don't understand war. But I know **** people, **** people in large numbers."

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