Rebirth of the strongest magic chef

Chapter 388 Battle in the Eastern City
In the east city of Qingmei City, seeing the enemy army approaching aggressively, it was obvious that there would be no way for them to survive. A group of people ignored the yelling, drew their weapons and rushed forward.

They are used to arrogance in Ice City, and they have always claimed to be the number one guild in the world. Even the Dark Empire, Wushuang and other guilds are not taken seriously by them.

What's more, the top executives of Qingmei Villa have already destroyed the throne in Jiangmo Palace. How can these "barbarians" in the remote main city be their opponents?
What's more, they leaned against the city wall and were supported by countless high-attack mages and shooters. Although these people were powerful, they didn't seem to be much different from their own.

At the beginning, everyone was just intimidated by the momentum, but now seeing the throne, there were only a few thousand people, and they immediately felt relieved, and all their anger turned from Jiuniang Mantou to Wang Zuo.

Under the leadership of a few small managers, thousands of people rushed forward cursing.

An Ome player with a double ax was in the lead. The double ax in his hand was as tall as a man, emitting a faint light.

These gleams are not the luster of equipment, but the skill blessings he obtained after he became a demigod player.

Qingmei Mountain Villa is a large guild, and there are dozens of advanced demigod players, but the legendary equipment is still a rare item, like him, he has not been allocated one so far.

This is also one of the important reasons why he cannot enter the battlefield of the gods.

Thinking of this, he was rather annoyed in his heart, but soon became a little happy.

As long as he performed well in the defense battle this time, it is possible to get a legendary weapon, or even two.

With a loud roar, the huge ax swelled against the wind, and his huge body spun rapidly like a spinning top, blowing a strong wind all over the sky.

Phantoms of gigantic axes emerged out of thin air, slashing horizontally towards the front.

The Berserker was already known for his outbursts in close combat, and he was a rare battle-axe madman. When the ax fell, at least dozens of white lights rose, and he killed him instantly with one blow.

The rest of the throne players who were rushing forward were scraped to pieces, and the players affected by the giant ax lost their blood even more, leaving blood in the blink of an eye.

"Hahaha, what kind of spicy chicken throne, it was first destroyed by our young master, and now it is sent to the door to slap your face!" The man laughed loudly, swinging the double axes in his hands more quickly.

At this moment, the wind howled, and a figure suddenly rushed out and hit the Tomahawk player heavily.

His movement of swinging the giant ax stopped abruptly, and his body fell into a short-term paralysis.

The man was holding a long sword, flashing orange light, and what shocked the Tomahawk players even more was that this man was glowing with orange light, and his whole body was covered with legendary weapons!

Before he had time to be surprised, he saw the legendary long sword come out of his hand and hit his forehead, making him dizzy again.

The long sword quickly returned to the man's hand, he held the hilt with both hands, and lifted it horizontally, and then the long sword transformed into several sword shadows, scrambling to land on him.

Every time the sword fell, Qingmei's man with the battle ax would take a step back. When the fifth sword was struck, his body trembled, and he lowered his head in disbelief. His chest was pierced by the long sword, and the blood on the top of his head disappeared suddenly.

"Some salted fish dare to step forward to provoke, they simply don't know how to live or die." The Throne of God snorted coldly, kicked the Tomahawk player away, and it turned into white light and dissipated in mid-air.

This sudden change caused a brief silence on the battlefield. After all, he is a demigod player. Even in Qingmei Villa, he is well-known, and many people know him.

When he first appeared on the stage, he made a big killer move, which greatly improved the momentum of his side, but in just a moment, he was killed without the slightest parrying power, which really made people unable to turn around.

A group of green plum players in the city were still in a daze, but the Throne's side applauded loudly, with a group of well-equipped demigod players as the vanguard, as sharp knives, rushed forward screaming.

As soon as they came into contact, just a face-to-face meeting, Qingmei's player was chopped off his back, and the Throne of God rushed to the forefront, holding a long sword like a god of death, frantically harvesting the player's life.

The boss always takes the lead and goes forward bravely. Why don't the members behind him work hard?

As a level 6 guild, the Throne has 5 or 6 members. Although only the vanguard came here, there are nearly 5000 members, and these 5000 members are all first-class players.

Although there are thousands of people under Dongcheng, the levels are very messy, except for some demigods around level 100, there are even "newcomers" who rushed over to join in the fun at level [-] or [-].

These people's equipment is mixed, and their combat experience can't be said to be rich. In just a moment, the defense line that Qingmei hastily formed collapsed like a tide.

"Open the city gate! Open the city gate!" Someone shouted from under the city wall.

Before the army of the throne arrived, Jiuniang Mantou could forcibly close the city gate. Now that the enemy is approaching the city, how could he open the city gate?
After taking a serious look at the opposing lineup, his heart settled down instead.

Although the Throne is coming aggressively, the number is only around 5000, and nearly half of them are crispy professions such as mages and archers. Although the output is terrifying in a short period of time, if there is no follow-up, it is absolutely impossible with this small number of people. Captured the fortified Ome City with its gates closed.

"From now on, it seems that the Throne should have formed an elite army of thousands of people, but I don't know what method to use. It only took half an hour to arrive at the city, and it was a sneak attack idea in one go."

"If it wasn't for the eldest brother to make a decisive decision and forcefully close the city gate, I'm afraid that the throne may break the city in one fell swoop." The people on the side said with emotion.

Jiuniang Mantou also had lingering fears, but seeing the members of the guild under the city wall who kept begging for help and insulting him, he felt a little uneasy.

After all, there are thousands of people, even if Qingmei City is defended, the players outside the city must be offended completely.

"Send me an order, and the four arrow towers will attack!"

"All the mages in the East City began to chant spells, and the archers set their arrows!"

Following Jiuniang Mantou's order, thousands of mages and shooters in the east city released their skills and spells at the same time, and suddenly colorful lights shone in the sky, like a colorful rainstorm falling from the sky.

The torrential rain fell into the throne, and in a blink of an eye, it set off a stormy sea.

The sound of bang bang bang was endless, smoke and dust filled the air, sand and stones splashed in all directions, and with it, white lights representing death rose up, and the attack of the throne like a wolf like a tiger was instantly stopped.

Although the four arrow towers took the lead, the attack was behind the city wall. The thicker light arrows tore through the sky, and the fireballs as large as hills were connected in a line. Countless skills roared and landed farther away, which was the throne. back row!
Although the four arrow towers can only accommodate more than 1000 people, the damage and blows caused to the throne are far more than the thousands of people on the city wall.

But in a short while, the throne suffered heavy losses, at least 600 people died tragically, and were directly killed by this overwhelming skill.

This is the huge advantage of the city defenders. Even if 1000 people defend the city, ten times as many people are needed.

What's more, there are still tens of thousands of fresh troops in the garrison at this time, and various props such as catapults, kerosene, and boulders have not been used yet, but Jiuniang Mantou already looks a little confident.

At this moment, riots broke out in the west city facing behind him. Jiuniang Mantou looked back and saw people moving around, as if something big had happened.

A bad feeling arose in his heart, and he asked sharply, "What happened!"

(End of this chapter)