This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The command style is difficult to imitate.

Many famous generals have a special paranoia about their command style, especially after they had a famous battle, the following wars are just imitations of the famous battle.

They will only continue to improve their own combat methods, but the overall thinking in them is the same and it is difficult to change.

If you pull out the historical record of a famous general, you will find that the overall thinking before and after them is basically the same, and there are very few who can jump out of the framework of their own fame battle.

At this time, Altria felt that she was facing a mirror.

The opponent reproduced herself perfectly, making her feel like she was playing against the other herself.

This feeling is weird and a bit novel, but it feels uncomfortable.

After arming the defense in advance and repelling the decapitation operation against the headquarters launched from the ground, Altria stopped.

On the other side of the trench, the walking corpses also stopped.

Through these walking corpses, Altria could feel a cold gaze looking at herself through these walking corpses.

"Who are you?" Altria asked.

"Arthur," a walking corpse said hoarsely.

"Arthur... So it was you, I remember."

Altria still has many questions to ask, such as why you became the commander of the walking dead and why your style is so close to mine.

But Luo Lin, who was holding a giant hammer, rushed over and shouted to Altria: "Retreat, the troop has finished the ferry!"

"Understood. Let's go."

The last rebel has crossed the stone ship, and the last group responsible for the interruption is the player. It doesn't matter if they die.

Under the stubborn resistance of this group of players, the walking corpses were finally contained here, completely unable to pass.

Looking at the rebels repairing on the other side of the river, Altria knew it was not over yet.

"If it were me, an ambush should be arranged here. We are now at the most exhausted time and it is most appropriate to attack. If it is Arthur, it should be arranged like this."

As if to confirm her idea, an inexplicable rain fell on this side of the river bank.

The scarlet rain carried a strong smell, and the falling raindrops did not penetrate the ground, but directly condensed on the ground, turning into expressionless walking corpses.

Compared with ordinary walking corpses, these walking corpses born from rainwater look very thin, and their thin bodies seem to have no lethality at all.

But Altria understood that they were the trump cards of the walking dead.

Looking at these walking corpses, Luo Lin, who was covered with scars, said with emotion: "It is actually a scarlet carrion, how come the pseudo-devil even got this thing."

"very dangerous?"

"The gods generally have their own paladins. They are fanatics of the gods, and they have incomparable loyalty to the gods. The scarlet carrion is the paladin of the death demon, and there have been only 20,000 in thousands of years. The place they have walked, Life wither, water turns into venom, and the land decomposes. Each of them is the spokesperson of the Demon God of Death. Each of them has terrible combat power."

"Plus those guys?"

The nearby plains began to vibrate, white keel skeletons climbed up from the ground, shook off the dirt on their bodies, and the red soul fire burned in their bodies, and they held their weapons towards the rebels.

Facing this boundless sea of ​​white skulls, even the most determined fighter showed a desperate look.

At this time, the two hundred scarlet carrion corpses had gathered, and then slowly walked towards the rebels.

Where they walked, the green grass withered instantly, the land decayed, and everything inevitably died.

As they slowly walked in, the rebels who were a kilometer away from them fell down like winter leaves, and stopped breathing completely.

They are death.

Just as they were about to completely harvest the rebels, a loud horn sounded.

On the nearby mountain peaks, the red army chess was fluttering in the wind, An Jie'er was wearing heavy armor, riding a horse transformed into a black dragon standing in the sun, condescendingly looking at the scarlet carrion corpse below.

"Sorry, we are late."

"It's not too late, just right." Altria said with a smile

Smiling at Altria, Angel stretched out her hand and shouted: "Golding!"

Accompanied by the sharp sound of breaking through the air, an epee flew from a distance and fell directly into An Jie'er's hands.

"All knights, turn on psychics!"

The ghostly blue psychic energy instantly unfolded in the troops behind her and connected to each other.

"Priest of the nameless god, pray. Lord Luolin, please pray together!"

The white holy light instantly enveloped the entire battlefield, and the divine power of the nameless **** arrived here, lending the power of the divine to the soldiers here.

In mid-air, there are gods who want to stop the unnamed god's supernatural power, but the one who responds to them is the ruthless sword light.

In the air, Lu Fan's clone perfectly abide by the iron rules, and all the gods who wanted to get off the court in person have been mercilessly beheaded.

An Jie'er looked up at the demon king's clone in the sky, with a refreshing smile on her face.

Turning her gaze, she raised Golding in her hand and shouted: "Devil Knights, charge with me!"

An Jieer, who was the first to rush out, seemed like a sharp blade. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com rushed directly to the sea of ​​skeletons in front of him, and rushed directly to the scarlet carrion corpse.

Behind her, thousands of knights joined each other, and the psychic energy turned into a community at this moment, turned into a roaring wave, rushing towards the skeleton in front.

"Let's go, soldiers!"

Under the light of the holy light, Luo Lin felt his wounds start to itch, and it was clear that the bone injuries began to heal at this time, and his tired body instantly gained infinite strength.

Raising the heavy hammer in his hand, he inspired all the warriors to launch a final charge towards the Skeleton Sea ahead.

This is a decisive battle between life and death.

It is a battlefield between the living and the dead.

Treasure Hunter Gold is also among them.

He had seen such a scene many times when he was in the country of dreams. Although the memory of each time was not very clear, it was enough for him to deal with possible situations.

Every time, he will be afraid, excited, and afraid, but he has learned how not to escape.

Holding the matchlock gun produced in Hot Spring City, he knew that the gadget in his hand had a very close range and was not very accurate, so he had to shoot within a certain distance to be effective.

Aiming at the skull approaching in front, he suddenly moved in his heart, turned his head, and saw Luna among them.

Smiling slightly, he turned his head and put his slightly trembling index finger on the trigger.

After Skeleton Sea reached a certain distance, he shot directly, and then threw away his own conscience sword.

In the flying gunfire, he directly drew out the long sword, completely demonized himself, and then rushed forward first.

Come on, fight!

For my goddess!