I Captivate the Player

The scorching flames were like the roar of a demon god, roaring towards the front of the "Black Singer", and the snowflakes all over the sky disappeared without a trace as soon as they touched it.

"boom!"

The explosive power involved the "Black Singer" as well.

"Black Singer" didn't know the result of the blow, and he didn't know how the female knight entangled the enemy. He only knew that he must have successfully hit the enemy.

Now, even his arms for swinging fists and holding swords are damaged, and he can no longer do anything.

"..."

No, maybe there is one more thing that I can do.

resurrection.

The alchemy circle in the big cave shone with dazzling light, and the frozen soil, bark and other objects automatically formed a new body, loaded with magic cores and other objects.

When "Black Singer" opened his eyes again, he found that "Mood Calm" was standing beside him, regaining the sense of sight and hearing, which made him feel relieved suddenly.

He immediately glanced at the black card, and found that the task had not failed, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

At any rate, the punch didn't hit the friendly army.

After all, due to the limitations of the game, I can't attack allies myself.

"The fight just now..."

He remained silent for a while, the half minute in the dark just now gave him a strange experience, which cannot be brought by any other game.

It's true.

So, it's great to be able to play Origins.

"Calm down" said with a smile, "You're dead too, but it's okay, the mission hasn't failed yet, of course, it hasn't succeeded yet, let's go."

"Go and scare them!"

"Black Singer" stepped down from the alchemy circle, laughed loudly, nodded and said, "Okay!"

......

The battle has come to an end, the players are basically dead, and Aner has to start retreating.

"How is it possible...it's impossible!"

The old orc lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the burns on his chest. Just now, the precise blow from the "Black Singer" directly burned the flesh on his chest, and even injured his internal organs.

But because of his overpowering vitality, he barely survived.

He glared angrily at the "Black Singer" who committed suicide, and then at the unconscious female knight who had fallen to the ground. The old orc wanted to endure the severe pain to pick up the fallen black sword, so as to get the result her life.

"Even if you work so hard, your fate still cannot be changed."

The enemies on the battlefield were basically dead, and although all of my fellow clansmen were wounded, nearly half of them survived.

Although the old orc was seriously injured, at this moment, he still felt a great sense of joy.

"In the end, this is our victory."

In the final analysis, human beings are just a weak race. Even though we have been driven to a desperate situation in these hundreds of years, we now have a chance, and you humans are in civil strife. The era of human beings is over, and we The orcs will once again become the sole masters of the entire northern border and even Noah's continent!

"Skywrath protects the orcs!" he yelled.

However, from heaven to hell, sometimes it is only in a blink of an eye.

"The enemy, the enemy has reinforcements!" The orc warriors shouted in panic.

The old orc who had just picked up the sword froze.

When he heard the words that the enemy had reinforcements, he was suddenly unable to move as if he had been enchanted by a magic spell.

Without the giant wolf, they could no longer run away.

The old orc raised his head in disbelief, and the great sense of fear almost overwhelmed him. Those guys who had just been killed rushed over again one after another!

Here they are again!

"Sky Wrathman, how is this possible..."

The old orc took two steps back in despair. He thought for a while holding the "Night" sword, and suddenly his expression became ferocious, and he wanted to deal a fatal blow to the unconscious female knight.

"Just use this to chop off your head, I don't believe you will all be resurrected!"

He's already hysterical.

"Whoosh."

One arrow of "Pu Dadi" hit his arm very accurately, and then the second arrow hit his thigh, causing him to kneel directly on the ground, and the black sword in his hand fell off.

The old orc struggled desperately on the ground, but he couldn't stand up anyway. He roared loudly because of pain and despair.

"Ahhhh!"

He couldn't understand it at all.

Why, suddenly everything was reversed?

Obviously our side won a big victory, but why didn't any of the enemies die?Where did they come from!