Chapter 175 We Still Lost

"Let's go together!"

Wu Efan roared, smashed down the houses, carried the roof beams as weapons, and led the giant skeleton players to charge.

Even if the health bar is empty, even if we are about to die.

That means dying on the way to charge!

This is the glory of team battle!

More and more players came out from under the eaves and gathered together. There was no need for Long Aotian's final encouragement and speech, because he also jumped down from the roof and joined the group of players.

"It's just death, why are you afraid?"

Long Aotian's voice was still ringing in the voice channel, he laughed and shouted in a literary manner, but no one had time to tease Long Aotian anymore.

Everyone was immersed in the final battle, and every player breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though I know I will lose, I still have to fight for my dignity.

On this most realistic battlefield, he freely vented his pride as a man.

The battlefield is the final destination for all men.

No matter right or wrong, justice or evil, fight to your heart's content!

"cut!"

Ma Kesi roared angrily and slashed with his sword.

"clang!"

The huge bones of Ma Ke's dead body collided with the shield of the Temple Knight in the front, and the battle started again.

…

"Brother Cong, the First Army may lose."

"Ok, I know."

Xu Ercong saw the battle situation of the First Legion through the live broadcast room. He took a deep breath, opened the Divine System and checked the time.

4 o'clock in the morning.

"It's almost dawn."

Xu Ercong muttered to himself. He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the Northern City. Xu Xiaofan happened to be looking in that direction.

The two people's gazes seemed to collide from a distance of thousands of miles.

"We can't let the planner dad look down on us."

Xu Ercong touched his nose, chuckled, and asked in the voice channel: "Assassin team, have you rescued the people?"

"We rescued both of them, but the old dean wanted to go to the City of Thorn Flowers, and we couldn't persuade him to leave."

The author didn't update the voice of the cutter came, a little anxious: "I seem to have triggered a task, what should I do now, Congge."

"How long will it take?"

"I don't know. The old dean only said to give him some time, but didn't say how long it would take."

"I see."

Xu Ercong hung up the voice chat, entered the team battle voice chat room, and spoke in a deep voice.

"I'm Xu Ercong. I'll temporarily take over the command of the group battle."

"Second Legion, move out!"

"Target: City of Thorn Flowers. Buy more time for the brothers!"

The 100,000 players of the Second Legion set out in a mighty force.

…

The Thorn Flower School of Magic.

“Boom!”

Far away, on the streets of the West Gate, there were constant roars of buildings collapsing, accompanied by deafening shouts of killing. The sky was filled with rain of light, as if it were a paradise on earth, illuminating most of the Thorn Flower City, which was shrouded in divine glory.

He was looking at the battlefield in the distance. Through the live broadcast of the battle in the game forum, he could see that the battle situation of the First Legion was extremely bad.

Andrew and the old dean were in the fang tower at this time and had not come out yet.

He could vaguely hear the quarrel coming from the balcony of the spire, intermittently, and he didn't know what these magicians were doing.

The live broadcast room was filled with players who had already died, and they all sent barrages of messages to encourage their comrades on the front line.

"Go, brothers!"

"Never surrender, never admit defeat! I will fight again after I die!"

"Hey, why didn't the rich group show up? I don't have the life points to revive!"

"Fuck, this is so uncomfortable. I died too quickly. It's so annoying."

"I must work hard to level up in the future! I want to survive longer in team battles!"

The area damage brought by Hymn of Light is too restraining for the Undead camp. Many first-level players cannot even hold on to the front-line battlefield and fall on the way to charge.

Even though many players have made up their minds to exchange enough blood bottles from the points mall to maintain their blood volume, the blood loss rate caused by the light rain damage is much faster than the recovery rate.

If there is not enough blood to support it, it will not last long.

"All squishy professions, move back and find cover to attack!"

Long Aotian shouted angrily among the players: "Bai Mengmeng! Bai Mengmeng!"

"I am here!"

Bai Mengmeng shouted.

"Nursing team, heal the back row! Ignore the front row! Even if we lose today, we have to make the temple suffer!"

"good!"

Bai Mengmeng nodded and led the nurse army to focus on restoring the health of the fragile professions. Combined with the recovery speed of the blood bottles, the back row output professions could barely stand a little longer.

"kill!!"

Wu Efan took the lead in the charge, charging forward among the Knights Templar, with the roof beam in his left hand and a bone axe in his right hand, like a single man guarding the pass against ten thousand.

A beam swept across, and dozens of temple knights flew out.

With one blow of the axe, the temple knights were either killed or injured. The combat effectiveness of the giant skeleton soldiers was fully demonstrated at this moment.

However, only Wu Efan can show the advantages of playing the giant skeleton soldiers. After all, he is the top player in this profession. Other giant skeleton soldiers cannot launch such a domineering offensive.

"Adolf."

The Palace Master called out softly, and a tall Temple Knight beside him took two steps forward and bowed, "Your Excellency the Palace Master."

The aura of this temple knight was even more majestic. He stood in the rain like an abyss, motionless as a mountain.

The armor on his body was also unique. It was not just a simple white armor. There was a peculiar temple pattern on each side, highlighting his identity.

Paladin!

The Palace Master did not speak, but only looked up at Wu E Fan who was leading the giant skeleton soldiers charging in the group of Temple Knights.

The Paladin understood, put his right hand on his knight's sword, and strode towards Wu E Trouble.

"Chonglang!"

The crisp sound of a sword being unsheathed was very light, but it echoed eerily in the street.

“Swish!”

A ray of sword light split the rain of light in the sky, and appeared like a sudden surprise, slashing towards Wu Efan's neck with lightning speed.

The fighting spirit burst out, the sword flashed like thunder, and it pierced accurately into the bone connection between Wu Efan's neck and head.

"Gah."

With a crisp sound, Wu Efan, who was still fighting, suddenly froze. The axe and the beam smashed to the ground, his head was separated from his body, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Before he died, he heard a prompt from the Godhead system.

[Dear player, you have been killed by the Paladin "Adolf". ]

"team leader!"

The giant skeleton soldiers roared madly and looked down at the street. At some point, the Temple Knights formed a circle, and in the circle stood a unique knight.

He held the knight's sword in one hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at the giant skeleton soldiers: "Thor Flower is a sacred city, and it cannot be defiled by evil."

"It's not a loss. At least I died at the hands of a Paladin."

After WuEfan died, he immediately sent a private message to everyone to remind them: "This guy is a Paladin! He's too awesome!"

He killed a top second-level player at level 33 with just one sword. Isn’t that amazing?

Wu Efan is wearing a set of blue top-grade defensive equipment, and can be regarded as the top blood cow among many blood cows among players.

"Go! Even if you die, you'll have to wear down your health bar!"

A player was yelling.

No one backed down, and the players rushed towards Paladin Adolf, who said calmly: "Useless struggle."

With Adolf's attack, the players' last-ditch offensive was completely suppressed. With the continuous rain of light falling from the sky, the number of players in the First Legion became fewer and fewer, and in the end, only a few thousand players were still left to support the battle.

On the other hand, the Knights Templar still had hundreds of thousands of men who had not yet been deployed for battle, and the city guard patrols had not yet been fully deployed.

Among the twenty-six paladins, only one took action.

The players of the First Legion were only able to cause some chaos in the City of Thornflowers, but did not cause any serious damage to the Temple of Light.

The gap in combat power between the two sides is terrifying.

The next battle was no longer suspenseful. Adolf had already stopped and returned to the Palace Master and asked softly, "Master, the battle is almost over. You should go back and rest. I will take care of this place."

"Um."

The hall master nodded but did not leave.

For some reason, he always felt a little empty in his heart, as if he had forgotten something important.

The Palace Master's intuition told him that things tonight were not that simple.

The hall master frowned and thought hard. An idea suddenly came to his mind. He turned around and asked, "Adolf, is there anyone protecting the Villain Prison?"

Inside the Temple of Light, the temple prison is called the Evil Prison, meaning that those who are imprisoned there are the most evil people.

"have."

Adolf nodded and said, "Seltma and Aldridge are leading the team nearby and have not left."

"That's good."

The hall master nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, and his brows relaxed.

If Andrew and the old dean run away, all our efforts will be wasted.

Just at this time……

"My Lord! More Lord Paladins are coming! There are so many of them!"

"Ten Holy Knights!"

There was a commotion at the end of the street and the surprised voices of patrolling guards.

The hall master was startled and looked back. Suddenly, his vision went dark, his body shook, and he almost fell down.

"Oops!"