The Game of Demon Hunter

The paladins withdrew, allowing the Serisians to swagger past less than five hundred meters from the edge of their camp.

They tried, but after all, even the angels failed to punish those heretics, so it's not a shame to fail, is it?

Lord Stannis, the backbone of the expeditionary force, is far away in the Old Continent, and has lost the suppression of Commander Dale Seaworth. Messages about Lord Stannis are circulating in the legion.

The legendary paladin, Stannis Baratheon, is being questioned by the Pope over an irreversible mutation in his daughter.

After the fall of the angel, this news once again dealt a heavy blow to the expeditionary force.

Every paladin regards Stannis as his idol, and every member of the Crusade was saved by Stannis when he fought against Chaos.

But the reaction of the priests was quite different. They respected Stannis, but they didn't worship Stannis blindly. They were more thinking about it. This matter had even spread to the Far South Colony. What is the dirty thing behind it? The transaction exists?

This state of being unable to fight and unable to leave puts the expeditionary army in a state of torment every day.

"Five extraordinary people from the Song Dynasty have been found." Ranger Ji Wanbing observed Mu Tiegen and his party from a distance: "The combat power is very strong. The church has given up its intention to stop them and has begun to shrink its defense."

"Are the paladins a bit vain these days?" The ranger gloated as he looked at the camp where a paladin in armor was arguing with a priest.

A ranger with the [Eagle Eye] skill can see very far away.

"The angel's body is still hanging outside. Besides those brainless greenskins, who else dares to provoke us?" Li Yanlong's text quickly replied in the battle group channel: "Hurry up and send our long-awaited reinforcements Bring them here, if they come later, there will be nothing here for them to kill."

This is true, the number of green skins on the front of the inner city has dropped by half.

Brother Idea's destructive kid tactics made players suffer a bit, but players who have experienced modern warfare adapt to this tactic much faster than those green skins.

The level of their anti-burst digging is faster than the evolution rate of grit pilots.

Whenever flying grits appear in the sky, the first to meet them are the arrows of the archers and the more difficult to defend against the fire crows.

The witch, who had kept herself locked in the quiet room, sensed a slight calm in the psionic storm outside.

Although Effilar expressed pessimistically that this might be the last dawn before the storm, it was still a rare breathing time for witches.

In the first hour after Altea left the customs, he set fire to thirteen poor grits with fire crows, and they exploded into fireworks in the sky without even a chance to land.

The communication network established by the Witch Union relying on psychic energy was completely destroyed by the wave of psychic energy, leaving no traces.

These witches who followed the retribution battle group became orphans. There must be something wrong with the top management of the Federation, otherwise they would not turn a blind eye to Effilar.

"What an exquisite weapon, this is the most attractive weapon I have ever seen." The silver-haired witch sat beside the witcher, and the two enjoyed a rare quiet morning.

The greenskin corpses had filled the gap in the gate again last night, and no further raids would be made for several hours.

The local transcendents are dealing with the paladins, and the other players in the city are still in dire straits and are constantly being attacked by farts.

Xu Yichen suddenly discovered that their persistence had seen the light of day, and the most difficult moment had passed.

Effilar stretched out his slender index finger, touched the gemstone on the sword of [War Calamity], and instantly saw the process of [Battle Calamity] being forged, as well as the achievements of the last few days.

"Dangerous and deadly weapon, it has never appeared in the future fragments I have seen before." The silver-haired witch was in a very happy mood, an unknown future, what a wonderful news.

After all, in all the fragments of the future she had seen before, this world was not a good one, and this unknown future would not be worse than the known ones anyway.

"How are the witches?" Xu Yichen used a dagger to clean up the sundries in the gears of [War Disaster]. Some of the solidified collagen seemed very firm. Fortunately, [Pure Fire] could clean up these things.

"We made it through, but the tide of psionic energy suddenly receded, just as suddenly as it came, who knows what will happen tomorrow?" The silver-haired witch's tone revealed a trace of sadness: "Not every witch is like us. There is a stable environment, those who lack protection, it is difficult to survive the previous tide."

"The scene here is so grand, sometimes I even believe that the [Mechanical Heart] we protect can save the world." Xu Yichen used the Alder seal to catch a grit in the air, and then a flaming crow quickly swooped He went over and blasted the fish that slipped through the net to pieces.

An item that even the gods in the sky want to share a piece of the pie, Xu Yichen said to himself in his heart, things will definitely not go so smoothly.

Effilar's eyes seemed to be able to see through the heart of the witcher, and she held Xu Yichen's hand with her own.

Things are definitely not going so well, the greenskins are here, the players are here, the paladins are here, oh, and the witcher and his new weapon are here too.

The stage has been set, how could the real protagonist of this world be absent?

From Port Antony, to Black Forest, to Storm's End, Chaos is like tarsal maggots, constantly chasing the witcher.

But in Wangxiang City, the hottest city in the far south, there is no atmosphere of chaos.

It's like Gotham City without the clown, the whole stage is dim.

"They're coming, they're here, I can feel it." The silver-haired witch clenched the witcher's hand, her eyes were white with thunder flashing in them: "Protect the things in your hands, I saw it coming role in the future.”

"I will." Xu Yichen shaved off the last piece of dirt on the [War Calamity] gear. It was a broken bone the size of a fingernail, which just fell into Vittoria's wine glass.

The female warrior glared at her immediately: "That's my last glass of ale! Yesterday, what was brewed in the jug was wine! Only women can drink wine!"

"Don't worry, we have something sweeter than fine wine to welcome." The witcher stretched his wrist, put the war disaster back into the sword box and held it against his shoulder, and looked up at the sky, where a black cloud was approaching. Approach Wangxiang City from a distance.

PS: I went to Chengdu, and my previous weight loss results were reimbursed. . . .