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    The battle situation changed instantly. The tight layout and clever tactics of the deep-sea fleet that had just made the elves sweat dripping with cold blood suddenly turned into a pot of chaos. These ghost ships returned to their original shape and turned into  A ragtag group of people, like sharks that saw blood, chased crazily towards the ghost ship whose bow exuded a strong holy light.  The ghost ship easily attracted all the hatred, but the strong holy light still shined endlessly. Although the elves were a little confused, they still felt their hearts shocked when they saw the light pillar that shot straight into the sky  They are not fools. When the holy light rises, all the attention of the undead is attracted. How could they not know that it was a paladin on the ship who saved them? How could they not know that the price of doing so is their own.  Life, this ghost ship being chased by countless deep-sea fleets, still shines with brilliant light, trying to attract more undead souls - the unknown human paladin on the ship, at the cost of his own life  , to lure away the deep-sea fleet that besieged oneself, just to save a group of unknown elves He must be a great priest and a great human being. I hope the trade wind can spread his legend Not wait yet  The elves stood in awe and observed a moment of silence, and the voice of this great sage came from the wind: "Children, come here, the old driver is about to start, I will take you!" Ha?  The elves were scratching their heads, but at the same time, after luring enough ghost ships over, the holy light on the ship suddenly went out, and then a deafening roar sounded:  "Quincy Quincy Quin!" A terrible thing happened suddenly. This inexplicable slogan-like thing seemed to possess strange and terrifying magical power. Wherever the invisible sound wave reached, the menacing undead people  Suddenly there was a cry of terror, as if their mind and courage had been taken away by the barbarian's war cry. Almost all the ghost ships were busy turning around and fleeing!  So, a huge traffic accident at sea happened.  When sailing on the sea, there are certain requirements for the distance between ships. Otherwise, a collision will occur if there is a slight accident. The key to the problem is that the mysterious man who commanded the ghost ship arranged the formation of the deep sea fleet with a very high degree of organization.  When the ghost ships were attracted by the holy light and started chasing them, the tight formation was already showing signs of collapse. At this time, they were shouted at like this. In panic, the dense formation suddenly turned into a reminder.  The ghost ships that turned around crashed into one piece, pieces of wood flew, the hull collapsed, and many undead souls were shocked and fell into the sea, and they collided in a series. At the end, hundreds of ghost ships were mixed together like dominoes.  The unorganized ghost ships fought independently and collided randomly. For a moment, the extremely tight siege became a complete joke!  The elves looked at this momentary reversal of the situation. Even with hundreds of years of long life, they could not figure out what was going on. A younger elf looked at the opposite side and made a mess.  The chaos in the regiment all stemmed from a war cry that seemed to contain strange power, so he tried to pronounce the strange pronunciation: "Quinxi Kunxikun?" Coincidentally, many relatively simple elves  They couldn't accept this sudden change of painting style, and they stupidly followed: "Quincy Quincy Quin?" But fortunately, the command was not stupid. At this point in the battle, the tight siege suddenly became riddled with holes. Quislin was  The famous general of the Royal Navy was so keen in grasping fighter opportunities that he saw a good opportunity to break through at a glance. Almost at the same time, the battleship tree spirits and the voices of the ships swarmed in, waiting for him to issue orders.  Queslin's face was solemn, looking at the ghost ship that suddenly appeared and inexplicably saved everyone, he said decisively: "The elves have clear grudges, and the glory of the Royal Navy lies. The life-saving grace must be repaid.  Get ready to meet the ghost ship that saved us! "Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotia.net
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