Online game creation sword god

Chapter 713 Good generals like clouds (8)
Being able to say this, of course, is out of absolute confidence in Yinghuo. After all, we are no longer the nascent guild that just started. All occupations have at least one powerful guild with an elite team.

Under such a background, any opponent who wants to shake us head-on will have to spend a lot of effort.

10 minutes later, the entrance to Fireblade Canyon.

A deep voice sounded: "Boss, do you want me to take 50 brothers in first to have a look, if Yinghuo's gang finish the defense first, it will be difficult..."

"Well... you go..."

It was a somewhat hoarse voice. Obviously, this guy was probably too busy at night and didn't sleep well. Before the war, he was in such a mental state, which was really bad.

At this moment, of course, I would not have thought that the owner of this hoarse voice was the leader of the Yeling, the high-ranking mage Lonely Yeling.

Just from the perspective of preparing for the war, this will not affect our overall plan. Even so, this sentence that only they can hear is still in my ears.

My face darkened, and I said lightly: "Everyone is fully on guard, opponents are about to appear..."

I have explained everything that should be explained here, but Mr. Bird didn't care, and teased in his true colors:

"Ahem, it's just 囧男, you will take it seriously. I bet that these 50 people are definitely not the main force of the opponent's trump card. At best, they are just an advance team."

"The advance team..."

I have to admit that Mr. Bird used the three words very precisely, but this moment is obviously not the time for discussion.

Just when we were still worrying about our opponent, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded near the entrance of Burning Blade Canyon.

I clenched the demon sword in my hand, lowered my voice and said, "Here we come..."

The next moment, a well-equipped group of 50 people began to pour in from the entrance of the canyon. It was a large group of players with the Eidolon emblem on their shoulders. vulgar.

"Hehe, it's interesting, it really is an elite warrior team...Look at the sword in the leader's hand, it should be orange special equipment..."

Usually in the studio, Mr. Bird, who teases each other with me, is usually very indifferent, but before he entered the fighting state, it was rare for him to find the element of joking in his indifferent state. A bizarre phenomenon.

Of course, for us who are familiar with Bird, everyone in the studio knows a conclusion.

"Bird has this kind of smile again, 囧nan, have you noticed that every time he has this kind of smile on his face, the opponent will suffer..."

"Hehe, Xiaoying, you've always been smart, but you just discovered..."

Xiaoying: ...

(End of this chapter)