The Great Worm Lich

Time passed slowly like the clenched sand in my hand. It was late at night. The vast and rich plain of Central Ennett finally returned to the darkness of darkness after the day's war baptism, leaving only a whimper The wind blew across the dark brown ground and rolled up soot.

In the dust, the Tatdu and Vodov coalition camps, close to the center of a large, light-extinguished tent, slept on a huge wooden bed covered with a soft, thick long fur blanket, face Zhang Lisheng, who appeared like a calm expression immersed in a beautiful dream, suddenly moved his ear and opened his eyes.

"Has it really started, that Viscount Vodov is really a standard'adventurist'..." Lying on the bed and listening for a while, he smiled weirdly, jumped off the wooden bed, and the air around the body suddenly appeared naturally A burst of heavy water vapor came out and soaked into the rammed soil underfoot.

Later, as Zhang Lisheng moved forward, an ink-colored robe was born out of nothing in the wet soil, climbed along the calf, and covered him all over.

Silently walked to the exit of the camp, opened the curtain door, looked up at the bright moon hidden in the dark clouds, Zhang Lisheng@顶@点@小说Shrugs his shoulders, and said to himself again: "But tonight is really a The good weather for the sneak attack..." The voice of the leader of the four elite Roman warriors who had just watched outside the tent and had far more surveillance than protection, had buzzed and asked, "Sir, do you have any orders?"

"There are no warriors," Zhang Lisheng replied with a smile and looked up at the warrior leader who looked like a pig iron. "I was already asleep, but I was suddenly awakened by the noise outside the tent. So come out and see What happened?"

"Your ears are very good, Lord Lord," the samurai leader's face eased a little, and he explained proudly: "The sound you heard was due to the assembly of the whole army.

The **** Silorians have voluntarily challenged the dignity of the joint forces of Vodov and Tate these days, and the Viscount Lord intends to lead the whole army to the main Silorian camp tonight and give them a lesson. "

Looking up at the arrogant leader of the powerful Roman warrior in front of him, Zhang Lisheng murmured quietly on the side, "The more you want to negotiate and the more you will try your best to fight a big victory, fortunately, when you want to sum up, do you have more weight? . It's exactly the same as I guess. The Romans are indeed heroic, but when it comes to the wisdom on the battlefield, this is the level...";

Suddenly clenched the right hand hanging down to the waist.

As he made a fist, the Roman warrior guarding his tent felt his bloodline tight. The blood flowing in the artery suddenly reversed. Breaking the blood vessels and turning into a big hand instantly crushes the heart. In less than a second, these elite warriors have become dead bodies, and then all the body fluids have solidified. It doesn't fall down like a sculpture.

"Four..." spoke lightly without any emotion in his mouth. Zhang Lisheng was hidden in a black robe, waving a wave of whirlwinds and slowly ascending into the sky. He quietly flew out of the barracks and jumped on the ride. The beasts were arrayed, and none of the tens of thousands of coalition soldiers just waiting for the attack found anomalies.

In the two military camps of Tatdu and Vodov, there was only the low command of hundreds of thousands of riders who issued orders, "Admiral General, order the horse to attach a bone stick. After a while, he will release his speed and attack on the right. …";

"Admiral General's orders, mounts are all bone sticks, we raided the left side of the Silorian camp...";

"Airborne troops stand by and wait to charge after the land battle begins..."

However, in the time of two or three hundred breaths, the coalition fighters with extremely high combat literacy have all been arrayed.

In the dim moonlight, the endless ride of a fierce monster, wearing a war armor, armed with axe and spear, showed the look of death in a battle, and the breath of breath that naturally exuded was chilling.

On the back of a giant rhinoceros giant tiger at the forefront of the battle array, Viscount Voldov wore black heavy armor with the emblem of the family wolf kiss fangs embossed;

In his hand, he personally supported a flag depicting a gray-backed giant wolf and a crocodile grizzly bear symbolizing the glory of Wuduo and Tate, the two-collar glory Wu Xun. For more than ten years, he took a deep breath of the curtain covering the entire camp firmly, and unconsciously gripped the flagpole.

"Sir, the whole army has been gathered, please ask." The adjutant who had been waiting on the right hand side of Lord Vodov saw his movement and knew that the fire had arrived, and his voice was solemnly solemn.

"I ordered the whole army to advance!

Go forward, go forward, rush into the Silorian camp, kill all the enemies you can see! "The Viscount Vodov took a deep breath at last, raised the flag high in his hand, danced a few times against the wind, and suddenly waved forward, roaring."

His voice was not high, but the towering battle flag was the spot where the whole army watched. Seeing the flag standing in the hands of the battle commander, tens of thousands of coalition soldiers Qi Zile tightened the reins and drove the mount to charge.

The team’s precursor immediately tore the long curtain across the one-third of the Central Enit Plain, shattering like a billowing torrent of levees, sweeping towards the camp of ‘Siloria’.

Suspended above a height of 100 meters, the figure completely melted into the dark night, Zhang Lisheng threw away all the disguise, and his eyes showed a distant, cold color that was difficult to describe in words, overlooking the Tattoo and Vodo. The coalition of the two husbands spread out over the wilderness, and slammed into the mighty camp that the Silorians were caught off guard.

Suddenly, the horrible'chuck...' made by the axe when cutting human limbs, and the'Dangdang...' produced by the impact of the soldier's blade interlaced loudly, mixing the Silorians, "enemy, enemy attack "" Howling, with allied soldiers,'Woo, kill, kill, kill..." The cry rolled over the plains of Central Enit.

After a while, a little flaring fire lighted up in the'Siloria' camp, gradually spreading, reflecting the blood of the corpses soaking on the ground like a red river.

At the beginning of the war, the late-night raids of the Tatdu and Vadov allied forces prevailed. Hundreds and thousands of mounts could not even get up, and the Silorian warriors who were cut off their heads under their fierce offensive next quarter. Defeated.

"Three thousand nine hundred and seventeen, three thousand nine hundred..." Suspended in the air, his eyes were cold for a long time, and the Silorians could not stop a powerful block, Zhang Lisheng's indifferent face showed a trace of surprise The look, "Lord Silorian, will not be defeated like this.

Did the Viscount Vadodov's military adventure tonight retreat, and he could get unexpected surprises and unsuccessful results..." Suddenly, I saw the situation of the battlefield looking around changed drastically.

Hundreds of giant dragons with high heads stood on their smooth backs, or were armed with 20- to 30-meter long guns, or clung to the dragon tamers who could hold huge tower shields. At the pace, he rushed out from behind the Silorian formation, shaking his head left and right and sprayed a plume of dark green mist.

The green mist accompanied by the fainting sour smell stuck to the fighting Roman Warrior regardless of the enemy, and his armor was eroded through just a few seconds, turning into a **** and dirty **** and dirty The corpse of the device.

In addition, the elaborate dragon tamer samurai on the back of the dragon was ready to assassinate, and the two-leader army of Tatdu and Vodorov was alleviated like a bamboo attack.

"Blocked, Surely the Silorians are not so weak," Overlooking all of this, it seemed that they finally showed the wonderful fighting skills to the Romans, and the brave courage to die a little bit, and Zhang Lisheng was floating in the air, with plenty Interested self-talk to himself: "Since the battle is decided, don't think about retreating, all die here.

Four thousand one hundred ninety-two, four thousand one hundred..."

As he said, his eyes flashed endlessly, and he stirred up his whole body, raised his hands and stretched out, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in applause.

At this time, in the high ground at the rear of the army battlefield, the centrally commanded Viscount Vodov has found that the army offensive led by him has been'tired', and the battle has fallen into the stage of intersecting short soldiers with heavy casualties on both sides.

His intention to launch a sneak attack was based on a glorious victory, which proved that the two-leader coalitions of Tatdu and Vodov still have strong combat power. They want to threaten the enemy and do not want to fight the Silorians. With the number of casualties, a retreat sprang up in my heart.

"Eguiris, the Silorians have stabilized their positions, and we have achieved enough..." Looking deep at the battlefield, the Viscount Vodov pondered for a moment and waved to summon his adjutant~www.wuxiaspot .com~ Shen Sheng ordered.

But before the words were finished, a spear that was about to be exhausted in the distance was suddenly re-rolled by a hurricane and flew over the heads of countless soldiers like lightning, drawing an incredible parabola and shooting fiercely. Got the battle flag and plunged into his chest,

"Thanks, we should, should, retreat, retreat..." The spear passed through, and Viscount Vordorf continued to say what he wanted to say, but with the spring of blood flowing like water, only a few were spoken. The words lost their lives in the terrified gaze of the two chiefs of staff around Tatdu and Vodov.

"Master Viscount, son, Viscount Master..." The adjutant who had just come close to the lord was as pale as a dead man for a long time, and the first one came back to him with a hoarse noise in his mouth.

At the same time, a mournful voice from some place sounded in the ears of every Tatdu and Vadov Allied soldiers, "Tonight, Lord Voldov is to replace the Viscount Tatdu, who was seriously injured again. In the decisive battle of revenge, the mean Silorians were killed by intrigue.

In addition to defeating the Silorians in one go, we have no other retreat. Kill, kill, the people of giant wolves and crocodile bears. For the glory and victory of our ancestors, we will die tonight..." (Unfinished to be continued..)