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Volume Three Chapter 222 Fierce Battle at the Bottom of the Valley (4)

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    The battle continues, and countless lives remain here forever.  For their own beliefs and their own honor, they rush to the battlefield without hesitation.

    There is nothing to be afraid of in death, you will be a good man again after eighteen years.  For the sake of their own honor, they can give up their lives and everything they have, and what they want is that ethereal thing.

    Xue Bin and his group rested in place after exiting the battlefield.  The battle just now had consumed a lot of their fighting spirit. Although they were protected by pills in the middle, they were not as sure and stable as their own recovery.

    It¡¯s medicine and poison. No matter what it is, it has a certain degree. As long as it exceeds it, it will be counterproductive.  Xue Bin's Spiritual Dragon Technique is quite special and he recovers very quickly.  After recovering, he looked at the battlefield in the distance and sighed in his heart.

    The battlefield is honor, power, and money, but it is also a place where lives are swallowed up.  Here, your life is like a candle in the wind, which can be extinguished at any time.

    Xue Bin¡¯s body slowly floated up, allowing his field of vision to become wider.  As soon as we reached a hundred meters in the air, we saw a tragic scene.

    I saw the retreating goshawks swooping down from the monsters towards the human army again.  The overall strength of the goshawk group is very strong and numerous.  After this period of time, although many goshawks died, the number still numbered in the millions.

    The strength of each Goshawk is above the seventh level, and the Goshawk Commander is at the peak of the eighth level.  Such a large number and powerful flying monsters are undoubtedly a nightmare for the human army.

    Human warriors can only rely on their own fighting spirit to float in the air and fight enemies in the air when their fighting spirit reaches the early stage of the ninth level.  Facing these flying monsters, they really have no choice.

    Only when the flying monster lands very low can it be killed with thunder, otherwise it will die.  But how many people in the entire human army are capable of doing this?

    The main force to kill the goshawk is the magician. The magician's magic can attack the flying monsters in the air.  But the amount of magic power consumed was quite terrifying, which is why it ended up like this.

    Xue Bin looked at the group of goshawks turning back and sighed secretly in his heart.  This round of dive will take away many lives, at least hundreds of thousands.

    I saw the group of goshawks, led by their leader, swooping towards the human army at a very fast speed.  How could the army of warcraft that was fighting in the melee pay attention to the attack from the sky.

    Even if you notice it, you will become a dead soul in the claws of land monsters in the next moment.  Within a few minutes, the goshawks arrived in front of the human army from a distance and swooped down.

    The four humans who were fighting a seventh-level monster looked at the seriously injured monster in front of them with vigilance.  As long as they are given a little more time, the four of them can kill this monster.

    But just as they were delivering their final blow, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew from the front without any warning.  Just when they wanted to check, their vision went dark and they lost their intuition.

    I saw four goshawks grabbing their heads and flying high into the sky.  The dying monster looked at the disappearing humans, with a fierce light in its eyes, and rushed towards a battlefield beside it.

    Not far from here, five people were wearing the same clothes, with the same badge hanging on their chests. They seemed to be members of the same mercenary group, and their strength was around the mid-sixth level.

    There was a mid-level seventh-level Warcraft in front of them. They stared at the Warcraft, and the pain on their bodies stimulated their nerves.  Suddenly a strong wind blew, and they saw not far ahead, a seventh-level warrior being grabbed high into the sky by a goshawk.

    Looking at the white brains and blood on the seventh-level warrior's head, the five of them felt fearful.  That was a mid-seventh level warrior, one of the best in their mercenary group.

    But such a strong man died right in front of himself and others.  Looking at the goshawks circling high in the sky, they felt powerless. Is this a battlefield?

    "Ouch" Suddenly a vigorous roar sounded in front of them.  Hearing this voice, they remembered that there was a mid-seventh level monster in front of them.

    But now that I think about it, it¡¯s really a bit late.  Under the attack of the monsters, only five people fell to the ground one after another and could not get up again. Their lives were ruined because of their distraction.

    "I have to admire these five talents. When fighting a monster that is far stronger than them, they still have the mind to pay attention to other things. It's a damn thing if they don't die.

    Scenes like this happen from time to time after a group of goshawks swoop down.  After the goshawks swooped down, just like before, they flew to a thousand meters high in the sky and released their talons.?

    Immediately, a "rain of corpses" was staged again. Xue Bin was shocked to see such a scene in his heart.  This time, millions of people died again.

    They are really a thorny problem.  Xue Bin looked at the goshawks flying back again and sighed in his heart.  Xue Bin's sigh also happened in the same place.

    On the top of the human mountain, everyone above was shocked when they saw the countless lives taken away by the eagles.  Such a group of monsters are simply invincible on the battlefield.

    "Ancestor, I think we should send ninth-level warriors to kill those goshawks. If this continues, all of our human army will die." Situ Tong looked at the hovering goshawks and whispered to his side.  The ancestor said.

    "I don't want to do this, but I can't do this. Look at the high mountain opposite. The Purple Golden Rat King is watching our every move. As long as we make any move, they will stop us.

    We have much fewer ninth-level warriors than our opponents. If this is the case, we humans will have no chance of winning.  "The ancestor frowned and looked at the mountain opposite, and said softly.

    "Butbut if this continues, we will really all die." Situ Tong looked at the people who were dying quickly, feeling worried in his heart.

    But Situ Tong also knew that what the ancestor said was true. If his side sent out ninth-level warriors first, the Warcraft Army could send out more ninth-level Warcraft than himself. Who would let the Warcraft Army have more ninth-level Warcraft than himself?  How about fifty more?  Fifty ninth-level experts, what kind of concept is that?

    "Wait, maybe after a while, this situation will not happen again. If it doesn't work, then this is the only way." The ancestor looked at the battle at the bottom of the valley and sighed in a low voice.

    Situ Tong looked at the battle at the bottom of the valley and nodded gently.  When that time comes, that's all you have to do.

    Opposite the ancestors and the others, on the high mountain on the side of Warcraft.  The Purple Golden Rat King was excitedly watching the battle at the bottom of the valley.  At the beginning of the battle, seeing so many compatriots die at the hands of humans, not to mention how angry they were.

    It wasn¡¯t until the melee started that the Purple Golden Rat King¡¯s angry mood gradually improved.  Seeing the humans being slaughtered by the army of monsters, the Purple Golden Rat King felt a burst of joy in his heart.

    Now, seeing millions of goshawks kill so many humans at once and basically retreating unscathed, the Purple Golden Rat King simply wants to look up to the sky and scream.

    "Hmph Now we have become powerful with our Warcraft. Just wait until our army of Warcraft kills all of you humans. Haha" The Purple Golden Rat King squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the mountain opposite with a cheerful smile.

    "Rat King, why don't you send them into the battlefield? If you had sent them in, maybe we would have killed all these humans by now." When the Purple Gold Rat King laughed, an old man with holy rank behind him asked in a low voice.  road.

    "Them? Do you mean the ones I left behind the mountain?" asked the Purple Golden Rat King.  "Yes, Rat King, it's them." The old man replied in awe.

    "Hmphwhat do you know? Since I left these here specially, they must be useful. You shouldn't ask, so it's better not to know." The Purple Golden Rat King snorted and said arrogantly.

    The old man didn¡¯t have any emotions when he listened to the Purple Golden Rat King¡¯s words.  He quickly stepped back in awe and stood at his position.  In World of Warcraft, strength is the basis of your speech.

    Those are my trump cards for running rampant in the Grand Canyon of Doomsday.  Seeing the old man retreating, the Purple Golden Rat King said softly in his heart.

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