Chapter 1804: 602. Warning! Warning! teor strike detected en route! _3
Brother ow muttered a complaint, and Yan Song next to him loaded a Burning Gold Bullet Head into his hunting gun, saying:
“Perhaps the developnt team secretly changed the process, specifically creating a batch of mobs for us to grind so support points. How many points do we have now?”
“Including the previous rotation settlent and the accumulation from the last battle, after deducting points for summoning Miss Doris and the Blood Mouse killers, there’s a little over 2000 left.”
Brother ow replied:
“I initially planned to summon Maxim as the T, but things are so calm this ti. I want to accumulate more points and summon a Golden One like Old Stick to help us win easily. After this battle, we’ll definitely have enough, and we’ll let the brothers witness the battlefield performance of other Golden Ones.
How about we summon Lord Hether?”
“I think Spider Woman Veylanther is more suitable. She’s not only a fierce fighter but also boosts morale greatly. Trust ! Summoning her is definitely the right choice.”
Yan Song whistled, winked, and said:
“Then I’ll take people to guard the high ground?”
“Yeah, go ahead, be careful of the Vampire Vine.”
ow waved his hand and jumped down from the watchtower, completing the guidance of the Divine Arts of Natural Enlightennt, allowing the players in the trenches to feel the power once again.
Like a reenactnt of yesterday’s battle, the Witch Hunters activated the Hunting Illusion, quickly dividing the charging Wolf People on the ground amidst the flowing illusions.
Brother ow wielded an axe and charged in, easily taking down several Wolf People. Frowning, he felt sothing was off; these guys were all ordinary templates without a single elite!
Why doesn’t this feel right?
Over a kiloter away from Blood Flag Heights, Chieftain Dirty Claw coldly stared at the area enveloped by the Hunting Illusion in the distance. Behind him, more than twenty Voodoo Priests from the Pī zhǎo Clan had already started channeling Spiritual Energy, and the guidance for the legion-level Fortress teorite Skill had started.
High-quality earth crystals acquired from the Goat n in Abyss City were consud as casting materials, and teors entwined with filthy energy from the Star Realm were being pulled into the material world.
“Today’s Spiritual Energy is surprisingly active.”
Behind Chieftain Dirty Claw, the old priest who had reprimanded him before said:
“It seems fate also anticipates a massacre.”
“‘Fate’ is not what we Wolf People call it, sir. You seem to have learned too much from the civilized camp, and the Claw Chief Mother doesn’t like such ‘wisdom.'”
Dirty Claw replied coldly, saying:
“In the na of The Master of Hunting, end this tireso seesaw.”
“As you wish, hoo, hoo, hoo.”
With the annoyingly smug laughter of the Wolf People, the old priest waved the casting bone staff in hand forward.
Several spell formations activated simultaneously, and at that instant, the forrly gloomy sky seed to be torn open, with teors wrapped in purple flas precisely crashing towards the direction of Blood Flag Heights.
This scene was quickly observed from the Blackfla Mountain Pass position, and just a few seconds before the teorite Skill was released, Triss, who sensed the disturbance in Spiritual Energy, had already flashed into the sky with Murphy.
“The high ground is dood!”
Triss shouted sternly:
“It’s the War teor Skill ant for attacking fortresses. These Wolf People are insane! Using it against a barren high ground where there’s nothing!”
“No, there are their enemies, our warriors there. Retrieve Doris and the others! Hurry!”
Murphy’s eyes were filled with icy coldness.
He also predicted the death match would be prematurely terminated due to unforeseen events, but he didn’t expect a small high ground to endure five full Dinsion teors.
As Triss cast the spell, just when the teor was only a few hundred ters from the ground, Doris raised her head despairingly within the Hunting Illusion, murmuring to herself, and was enveloped by a scarlet stream of light.
She knew soone was trying to pull her from the brink, and in that instant of disappearance, she quickly grabbed two subordinates beside her.
But there truly was no hope for the remaining ones.
Having just felled a Wolf Person, Brother ow lifted his head on the battlefield, with eyes wide reflecting the approaching teor above. In that instant, his thoughts stopped, and countless words condensed into one phrase, “Damn it, Ram.” (Chinese expression “丢你雷姆”)
Damn!
Can they really play like this?
On the watchtower of the high ground, against the backdrop of the teor fall, “Lady Shui” was embracing her husband, while Old Huo picked up Chenyu who was still gazing up and started running out of the high ground. If not for the destruction implied by this scene, the composition of this mont alone seed legendary enough.
“Boom”
The terrifying tremor of the ground marked the teor strike.
With just one confrontation, Brother ow’s first battalion lost a third of its n. The battlefield area was only so big, and even if the small players ran for their lives, it was impossible to escape the impact zone before the teors fell. These Dinsion teors inflicted more than drop and impact damage.
Their accompanying Star Realm Spiritual Energy and filthy fire also caused severe damage to both mind and body.
The second, third, until the fifth teor hit the ground, leaving everything in the area as if touched by a mischievous child’s hand, full of pockmarks. The terrain painstakingly transford was now full of pits, and Blood Flag Heights…
There was no high ground anymore; it had beco an impact crater.
All the glory, all the sha, all the anger and joy were brutally buried in this manner.
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