The panic-filled voice had a premonition of something, the knight suddenly turned his head, his face turned into despair in an instant, the little light, as dense as a rainstorm, roared towards him.
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The sharp arrows easily pierced through the protection of the valuable armor and pierced into the body. By the time the belated sound of piercing the air reached his ears, it was too late.
More than 30 players were killed in an instant, and more than a dozen pieces of equipment and items exploded. The chasing Beirong soldiers dismissed these valuable items and rummaged through them, uttering a few incomprehensible words with angry expressions.
After the granary was burned, the Beirong army was extremely short of food. The king was unable to maintain the size of an army of tens of millions. Yesterday he ordered the army to disperse, and each tried to solve his own food problem. Bei Rong soldiers chased and killed players day and night, not simply because of the hatred between the two races, but more for food.
Bei Rong soldiers cut off the four legs of the dead Siberian horses and returned to the main force. They don't want the body of the horse, the weight will slow them down. Secondly, their own rations can still be maintained, and they can get them at any time. The worst thing is that they can still eat the corpses of players. What they are short of now is food. When they were hungry, they could only run wildly on two legs. With the vastness of the prairie, it would be a very tragic thing to lose their war horses.
"It's the Shan Rong Department!" Kiss Baby Pig said.
Dongfang Herring and others nestled behind the slightly raised soil slope, watching this scene quietly. The more than 300 Beirong fighters chasing the player can be eliminated, but one mile away is the base camp of the Shanrong tribe, with a number of more than 100,000. There are not only chiefs, but also priests and shamans, it's a whole tribe.
If it was other tribes, Dongfang Herring and others still had the confidence to fight, but no one in the Shanrong tribe wanted to make a move. The defense of the Shanrong Department is perverted. After death, the body turns into a bomb and attacks again, even the top experts can't stand it. What's more, these people have used up their ultimate moves and are cooling down. What they can use now are only conventional methods, and there is really no way to take the Shanrong Department.
After watching for about a cup of tea, Dongfang Herring and the others retreated quietly. The Shanrong Department began to set up camp, and it didn't make any sense for them to look any further. This time Zhang Si
After exiting three kilometers away, everyone stood up completely, no longer stooping, and each of them felt heavy. This is already the third tribe they have tracked, and the situation is even worse than expected.
Although the Northern Rong army was scattered, it did not break up into small groups, but instead covered the entire prairie with tribes as units. The least number was 100,000, and the most was 200,000. They formed a line and swept across the entire prairie.
Dongfang Herring and the others are masters with keen senses. They can detect the Beirong spies in advance every time, so as to avoid ambushes and pursuits in advance. Other players can't do it. Once they are discovered, basically no one can escape. Regardless of whether it is a small team of dozens of people or a gang of a small size, as long as you meet the Beirong fighters face to face, the players will die.
Dongfang Herring has seen it many times, but he can't help, he is very aggrieved.
"The people of Beirong have changed their strategy, so we should also change our approach." The little rabbit obediently pulled out the carrot and said. Initially, the Northern Rong army looked down on the players in Northern Xinjiang. The tribes made random moves without discipline, and the players had many opportunities to defeat them one by one. Now, the tribes of Beirong are deployed in a unified manner, and they communicate with each other to form a complete context. It is already impossible for players to eliminate a certain tribe alone.
"Can you still find the location of "The General's Mansion"?" Fairy Qimeng asked Mango Glory. There are too few of them, and they can only eat a small group of Beirong soldiers. Now that the Beirong people have formed a scale, they still have to rely on the main force such as "General's Mansion".
"It's all about luck!" Mango Glory didn't have any confidence. They had been wandering in the prairie for several days, and they didn't even know where they were. In this case, if you want to find the location of "The General's Mansion", you can only rely on luck.
"What's that?" Seven Seconds' memory suddenly rang out, and everyone followed her gaze. Under the sky that is about to enter the night, a white lotus flower floats in the air. Its light is white and shines for dozens of miles. The holy breath makes people feel calm.
"Bingshan Snow Lotus!" Fairy Qimeng, Little Rabbit Obediently Pulling Radishes, Three Grassland Heroes and others blurted out, with extremely surprised expressions on their faces.
"Iceberg snow lotus? The organizer of the fair?" Kiss Baby Pig was very surprised. 强牺  读牺
"No!" Fairy Qimeng explained quickly, "The organizer of the market is a player, who just took an iceberg.Appeared, three leaves waved at the same time, flames enveloped the space, everyone was startled, the terrible high temperature made everyone retreat, in the chaos, two screams sounded, everyone looked over, the ground was already There were two more corpses, one was a warrior and the other was a wind magician.
"Eating star grass!"
At some point in the night sky full of stars, a huge weed appeared, stretching across the void, it was extremely huge, a star suddenly exploded, and one of the Eight Immortals in "Tongtian Village" who wanted to sneak attack Dongfang Herring trembled , the corner of his mouth spurted blood, and his health was cleared to zero in an instant.
Seeing that Dongfang Herring was approaching the three-color strange stone, Mango Glory, who had just arrived, threw out a stick without even thinking about it.
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The world was shaken, the snow mountain cracked, and the earth sank, unable to bear the force of this stick. The other players who arrived with Mango Glory paled in horror, and hurriedly stopped, not daring to move forward.
"Kunpeng!"
Dongfang Herring didn't look back, Kunpeng appeared, hovering above his head, turning into a huge fish, and the terrifying aura filled the foot of the snow mountain. The tail flicked out and collided with the mace.
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A dazzling red light erupted from the mace, but it still couldn't block the power of the giant fish. After a moment of stalemate, Mango Glory let out a scream and flew over fifty meters across. The mace flew out, with both hands, Blood dripping.
Yu Bo drew a circle centered on Dongfang Herring, lowering the ground by half a meter. At least twenty players stopped in fright. Fairy Qimeng's face changed several times, but she didn't make a move after all.
The other players were not polite. Seeing that the Dongfang Herring had already started to collect, their faces were anxious, and they frantically shot. The incomparably bright sword energy, the hundreds of feet of sword light, the waterfall-like flames, and the strange black light almost drowned the Oriental Herring.
Dongfang Herring looked at the iceberg snow lotus that was close at hand. If he insisted on collecting, he would have to bear all the attacks. If he wanted to avoid the attacks, he might not have such a good chance. Dongfang Herring looked calm, and launched a skill. make big make owl