Mixed Miners

"Why didn't I see it?" Yang Ling felt that his throat was a little dry, and this stunned, like a big light bulb, could kill the reaper.

The coffin hurriedly replied: "Wang, I told them not to take these magic pictures out. These shadow magic **** are too many. The information left over a billion years is enough to consume the full magic of a holy mage, and those There isn’t much contact between the photo and the information about the Hell's Gate you need to know, almost all of which are battle and life records."

After Yang Ling stayed for a long while, he nodded. This is true. Looking at the information of hundreds of magic **** makes him mentally tired to the point of confusion. If the magical images left over a billion years are looked at, it is estimated that the brain The children all have to splash and die directly.

"Now this enchantment has reached the point of collapse. It is estimated that in a few years, it will completely lose its defensive power. In recent years, we have been arranging soldiers to go out to find safer refuge and lost hundreds of excellent fighters, but But there was no result, but I met you just a few days ago!" Lingbi stared at the Crescent Tower, then turned to Yangling and slowly squatted, his eyes filled with tears, "Wang, you are God." The gift given to us brings the fire of life in despair. You must save this forgotten elf. They have suffered for billions of years. Even the punishment of the gods should have already wiped out resentment. ""

"You get up!" Yang Ling's hand swayed, and the coffin was lifted by a reiki. "Reassured, I will safely take you out of here, let's go, let's go to the magic tower!"

This crescent-shaped stone tower and Yang Ling's crystal ball seen in the golden compass are almost identical, but the height is seven layers, which should be the level of the magician who built the tower.

A white light shines from the top of the tower, and then emits continuous magical energy to support the magical enchantment of a few kilometers.

The tower body is basically intact, but it is only seen when it comes to the vicinity. Many of the bricks above have been broken, and the whole tower has been slightly tilted. The most important thing is that the snow-white columns that are ejected from the top of the tower are slightly unstable and have been gently The flicker is shaking.

After watching it inside the tower, Yang Ling felt that the magic tower could not support it. When he was ready to go to the top of the tower to see the enchantment control center, suddenly the whole tower was lightly shaken. Almost at the same time, there was a loud bang from the outside, and then there were countless highs and lows.

"Not good, there are invaders!" The coffin was shocked and stunned, carrying the skirt and squatting out, Yang Ling couldn’t think too much, and reached for the waist of the coffin, and the Aura stood outside the tower, while God After reading out and discovering that the whole city was in a mess, a large number of elves wearing armor carrying weapons were heading northwest.

In the northwest, it is exactly the direction Yangling came from. Ding Cong has been living alone for a few days. Yang Ling’s heart is tight, step by step, a light and shadow flashes, he has stood on the wall with a coffin. .

At this time, there were hundreds of soldiers with bows and arrows on the wall. At the same time, there were countless elves with long bows and long guns running towards the wall. Although they were flustered, they seemed to be well organized and soon hundreds of meters long. The walls of the city are waiting.

Outside the enchantment under the wall, a tent was smashed, and the fruit and spirits were sprinkled everywhere on the floor. At this time, Ding Cong was holding a long knife and a 30-meter-long monster facing each other. .

The monster's sharp-nosed fangs, the body's shells and pits feel like they are going to fall apart at the same time. Six claws, a slender tail like a bamboo knot, and a pair of smashed wings on the back are like the wings of two broken sails. How ugly is ugly, and on the back of the monster, there is a guy wearing a broken armor with a skull and a hat on his head. His face is full of serrated teeth and he holds a hand of seven or eight meters long. Bone gun.

"Ling, this is the family?" Yang Ling saw Ding Cong still good, suddenly relieved.

"Yes, Wang! This is the beast and the genie!" The coffin's inner deer smashed, his heartbeat blushing, and suddenly he was holding Yangling's waist and then stood on the wall with a flower in front of him. And at this time, Yang Ling did not even mean to let go, so he did not dare to move.

"It looks like it's pulling the wind, just don't know how the combat power is?" Yang Ling habitually reached out to touch the chin, only to find that he was still licking the coffin, so he quickly took the hand off if nothing had happened.

"The sixth, killing this!" I don't know when Gao Wenfeng appeared on the wall, waving his fist to Ding Cong, followed by a group of Mozu.

At this time, Ding Cong held a long knife in his hands and stared at the monster and the mummy on his back. He heard the voice faintly glanced at him, then raised his finger to the guy on the back of the beast: "You come down!"

Yang Ling: ...

However, Yang Ling was shocked by the big teeth. This Ming family seemed to understand Ding Cong’s words. He hesitated to hang the bone gun on the back of the beast, and then actually jumped down and pulled out a long from the back. Knife.

"Hey~" There was a commotion on the wall, and all the elves showed an incredible look.

"..." Yang Ling turned his head and looked at the coffin.

"Wang~www.readwn.com~ is incredible. He has to fight a fair battle with your friends." Lingbi’s eyes widened his mouth and said that he could not believe what the eyes saw.

Looking at Yang Ling is still a face of doubts, the Lingbi has adjusted the mood and said: "Wang, our elves and the gens have been in combat, never seen this situation, every time is a melee, not so Polite!"

"Right, you are not saying that there are very few gangs now? How have I seen several recently?" Yang Ling nodded and asked.

The coffin thought for a moment and said, "Wang, this is indeed the case. We have not seen this kind of armor wearing armor for almost a thousand years, but I don’t know why, the recently dressed genre suddenly appeared, accurate. It is said that twenty days ago, a five-person patrol squad was attacked by the Hmong hundreds of miles away in the west of the city. Three people died, one was seriously injured, and only one person fled back, so we increased the density of patrol. Almost every two or three days will encounter the Nether, and the number and variety seem to be increasing..."

Yang Ling’s heart moved. “Have there been anything happening before this, like an earthquake?”

The coffin quickly nodded: "Wang, there was a violent earthquake two months ago. Are you saying that these genres are related to the earthquake?"