Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

Li Chen's scalp felt numb when he saw this scene, and he immediately led the team of Chinese players back a little further.

A group of players who had no resistance ate the strange-flavored instant noodles. Soon, a chain reaction occurred. They vomited more violently at first, switching from vomiting the food they had eaten before to vomiting unknown yellow-green liquid, and then back to even more. He began to vomit blood and his blood bar began to slowly drop.

But it's not over yet!

"Gululu!" This is the death song of the stomach and intestines!

It is the final collapse of human body functions!

[Extreme Jet] feature is triggered.

Ten layers of [Weak Jet] debuff were instantly stacked on all players.

The sound of "Gululu" became louder and louder.

Finally, a beautiful player dropped the rifle in his hand and covered his butt while vomiting.

Viewed from the side, his abdomen has more than doubled in size and seems to be still squirming violently.

"boom!"

This is not an explosion!

This is an unprecedented and unprecedented fart!

I saw that the beautiful player's animal skin pants had been ripped open with a big hole.

His body was pushed forward by the air pressure, and he lost his balance and fell into his own vomit.

Yellow-green gas spread behind his butt, instantly covering the compatriots behind him who were vomiting wildly.

This seemed to have a chain reaction.

The roar continued, and a large amount of yellow-brown gas formed a yellow dark cloud that filled the sky above the battlefield.

I don’t know what this yellow gas is. Even the undead who are approaching can’t bear it. The soul fire is completely extinguished after a few flutters. Only some of the more powerful undead can hold on. These fearless undead begin to Consciously stay away from yellowish-brown gas.

"Damn it! What the hell is this?"

The players buried in the yellow gas began to groan in pain.

They were losing blood faster and faster. It was obvious that the first fart had already sprayed out everything with soup and water, but their stomachs were still moaning and their bellies were still distending.

"Boom!" This is the pretty player who farted first.

Now this is his second fart.

His men advanced another seven or eight meters, and their buttocks had exploded. Colorful intestines were hanging from the bloody hole the size of a human head, and the blood bar had been emptied instantly.

After another roar, the battlefield players became quiet.

In the foul-smelling yellow fog, one could vaguely see figures kneeling on the ground with their buttocks raised high.

Without exception, a big bloody hole was blown out of their buttocks.

If you are lucky, there is only a bloody hole, but if you are unlucky, all the organs in the body will be blown out.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

In the thick fog, Achim, the number one curry player, laughed heartily.

The foul-smelling yellow-green gas had no effect on him at all.

Even the dying holy river stinking mud monster under his crotch was still absorbing the yellow-green gas to restore its blood volume.

In less than ten minutes, its blood volume has recovered by half.

"I told you not to force me! Do you understand now?"

Achim was very satisfied with the effect he had caused. He looked around. Except for the Chinese players who were hiding far away and some Maozi and Pickle players, there was no one alive around them. Even the undead were dead in large numbers.

He took a deep breath.

"The smell of the mother river is so fragrant~"

After sighing, even though he was very confident in his heart, Achim did not continue to attack the players who were hiding away.

Keep a line in your life so that we can meet again in the future.

And those players stopped attacking him after he revealed his identity.

It's not worthwhile to create a bunch of powerful enemies for yourself just because of such a small conflict.

Achim is a sober and intelligent man.

Especially the mysterious Chinese player Li Chen will definitely be difficult to deal with.

After taking a final look at the team of Chinese players, Achim turned and headed towards the depths of the undead army. A group of garbage puppets followed neatly behind him, leaving behind a series of handsome figures.

The battlefield of the undead has been around for a long time, but due to the resurrection ability of the undead, players have never been able to break through the battlefield of the undead and enter the city of the undead. Naturally, they can't even touch the clothes of BOSS Horrible Knight Bob.

Achim wanted to try and see if he could write his own legend.

...

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"Ahead is Anliu Si's Luofeng Fortress!"

Marilla looked at the map, which was decades old and still showed the correct path.

According to historical records, Luofeng Fortress is the second largest fortress of the Andrius Empire. It mainly protects the area to the west of the Andrius Empire and prevents monsters on the Morigan Plain in the west from harming the civilians of Andrius.

Compared with the First Fortress of Anlius, the defensive strength of Luofeng Fortress is not high, but the defensive equipment is much more advanced. There are only a few dwarf artillery in the entire First Fortress, but Luofeng Fortress has a full five Ten doors.

These artillery pieces are specially used to deal with monsters.

Now these artillery pieces also pose a great threat to their hunter corps.

Marilla led the hunter army to temporarily hide in a hill near the outside of Luofeng Fortress.

There are thick bushes here, and it is also night time. The racial talents of the drow make it impossible for the Manifestation Tower to detect their whereabouts.

From the crown of an oak tree at the top of the hill, one can almost have a panoramic view of the entire city wall of Luofeng Fortress.

Marilla came down from the tree, already knowing the defensive strength of Luofeng Fortress.

First of all, the historical record that Luofeng Fortress has fifty dwarf cannons is not true. Through her observation with the eagle eye technique, Luofeng Fortress only has thirty dwarf cannons, and the other twenty may have been moved to other places.

With thirty artillery pieces, the Hunter Legion plus two Faceless Men and the sixth-level Fateweaver Spider Queen can attack at night.

And if you use the mind control of the Faceless Men, you can completely occupy the Falling Feng Fortress without any casualties.

But Marilla didn't want to do this.

The faceless men's mind control can only be used once a day. If this precious ability is used to control ordinary officers in the air, the gain outweighs the gain.

After some careful consideration, Marilla planned to attack from the east side of the city wall where the defense was weakest, relying on the web-making ability of the Fateweaver Queen to lay a path up the city wall in a short time.

Then the Hunter Legion stormed the city wall.

The first priority is to capture all the dwarf forts.

In this process, the Fateweaver Spider Queen serves as the vanguard, and the Faceless Men assist in the attack.

Sacrifice is inevitable.

Drow are only flesh and blood.

Marilla cannot guarantee that everyone can dodge the artillery. The decoration of the drow armor is more important than the defense. After thousands of years of development, the drow have long been degraded.

In particular, the line of drow warriors has almost been reduced to cannon fodder.

Spellcasters who rely on lying on the bed with their legs spread to absorb male magic are the upper-level power of drow elves today.

"Have you decided yet?"

Yasha, Queen of the Fateweaver Spider, looked at Marilla seriously.

"Of course, Drow warriors are never afraid of death." Marilla said expressionlessly.

The hunter army under her command was just like her, with only coldness and bloodthirsty in their purple eyes.

"Okay." Yasha sighed and nodded. She took out some meat from the space ring and said to Marilla: "Soldiers are all good. They can be brave and not afraid of death, but when they go to the battlefield , you must eat enough.”