The Great Conqueror

(Recommend a newcomer's new book Yishilongxie (ISBN 2020550), western fantasy, very interesting, and the author Onion plans to write a public version of about one million words...)

Although their attack power cannot cause direct damage to the banshee, but at the most critical moment, it will still make the silver-eyed banshee very irritable.

With just a little distraction, Forte will have more opportunities. This time, everyone's goals are very clear, and there is no need to rush and fight, so there is more room for display.

He was almost beaten back by the silver-eyed banshee just now, so he calmed down a bit and stopped moving forward so rashly. Instead, he walked about a hundred meters away from the banshee, avoiding its counterattack, and at the same time kept a little bit involved.

"This buddy finally has a long memory." Zou Liang was also a little worried. Although the plan was finalized, these people were domineering existences in their own provinces, and no one was willing to be commanded by others. This plan was finalized, on the one hand, because of his performance in the battle song, and the most important thing was the unexpected support of the golden lion and the beautiful Bismarck archer.

It's just that what kind of combat effectiveness such a team can exert, and whether it can stick to the plan at critical times is really not very reliable.

Forte rushed too hard, there was nothing he could do, the orcs liked to show off too much, it was a good thing that they were not afraid of death, but sometimes it would cause headaches too, fortunately the silver-eyed banshee's strength forced him to calm down.

Zou Liang turned his head to look at a Rhine warrior in the crowd who was calm but couldn't hide his eagerness to fight.

"Li Ling, I'll see you next."

"Leave it to me!" Li Ling patted his chest vigorously with his fist. As a devout believer, when Zou Liang showed the miraculous fighting power of a war song priest, he still expressed corresponding respect.

Under everyone's attention, the perfect swordsman from Shenguang Province started running towards the ice lake.

Seeing the domineering performance of the Butcher Golden Lion and other strong men yesterday, Li Ling felt like a fire was burning in his heart.

He is also from the Rhine tribe, he is not as famous as the Golden Lion and Black Lion, nor can he be one of the six lions, but Li Ling doesn't think he is inferior to anyone else, because they are all at the starting point, as long as it is gold, there is always a moment to shine.

His blood is also hot, and he is eager for glory, eager to stand on the stage of this strong man to show himself.

The center of gravity is lowered and the center of gravity is very stable. It can be seen that a lot of effort has been put into it, and the basic skills are very solid.

Although the silver-eyed banshee was pinned down by Fortey and the archer headed by Sophie, her perception was very keen. As soon as Li Ling approached a certain distance, it intensified its attack and forced Fortey and the archer back.

Turning his head to look in Li Ling's direction, countless icicles and ice rocks drilled out of the ground one after another.

Li Ling had seen this kind of attack many times, his right hand was always on the hilt behind his back. When rushing straight to the ice thorns, he didn't stop or hesitate.

The big sword in his hand came out unpretentiously, directly breaking through and attacking.

boom!

It's hard to see with the naked eye, but judging from the effect, the cone-shaped giant sword should be stabbing in a spiral, and all the icicles and ice rocks blocking Li Ling's face exploded from the center one after another.

Calm and stable.

Before the silver-eyed banshee stepped up her attack on Li Ling, Fortey roared loudly and rushed up from behind it. At the same time, Sophie suddenly surpassed the rest of the archers and approached with lightning, shooting three arrows in a row.

Containing both sides, the silver-eyed banshee instinctively dealt with Forte who was approaching from behind first. Li Ling took the opportunity to speed up and successfully rushed to about 100 meters away from the monster lord.

"good!"

People on the shore burst into cheers and shouts together.

Zou Liang couldn't help admiring. When he came to this world, he always had some doubts about the Rhine tribe's dominance. But looking at it now, the Rhine tribe is indeed superior in terms of overall strength. Although Li Ling didn't rank among the six lions, he was very good at understanding tactics and fighting calmly. Such a person, even if he couldn't break out of the encirclement now, would definitely be one of the strong in the future.

The eyes of the golden lion Murphy and Zou Liang met, and there was a hint of a smile on the corner of their mouths. They obviously appreciated the performance of their clansmen. This is a mind that advances and retreats properly. Blindly rushing is not the same as being brave.

The black lion Lie Laon grinned, apparently satisfied with the performance of his fellow man.

Those present were all discerning people, and the strongest orc warriors hadn't entered yet. Forte, Li Ling and the archers led by Sophie had already held their positions. Compared with yesterday, it was a world of difference. Of course, it did not cause any damage to the silver-eyed banshee now, but entanglement, sooner or later, she would exhaust herself to death.

"The results so far are good. The silver-eyed banshee seemed to be deliberately giving you a chance yesterday, but I didn't expect us to change today." There was a strange expression in the eyes of Buenavan, the wise fox. It was obvious that the silver-eyed banshee today was very different from yesterday, especially the greed in the giant eyes, which made Buenavan feel something else.

"Indeed, the guy at level 45 must have a killing move. It might want to lure us out. This is called tricking. As for who will die, it depends on its ability." Zou Liangliang nodded.

Not everyone supports his method of "dividing into and attacking together". Some masters actually don't care about it.

Now it has shown a certain effect, and it has also given the anxious orc warriors a certain sense of expectation. After all, those who are qualified to come here will not lack too much IQ.

"Li Ling is in place, Quark is yours."

"Go on, I'm about to explode!"

The wild Beamon warrior Quark could hardly bear it anymore. The crazy performance of Mengma, the butcher who was also from the Beamon clan yesterday, completely suppressed him, and his stomach was holding his breath. This is the case with the orc clan. There is a deep identity among the same clan, but the internal contrast is also very strong.

Now is the time for him to prove his strength.

"Aw!"

There was a wild and rough Beamon howl, and the next moment, Quark, a copper-branded warrior rarely seen in the Beamon tribe, pulled out his feet and ran towards the silver-eyed banshee.

His size was almost bigger than the sum of the previous two, and the momentum of this wild run was astonishing, and the thick ice shattered behind him.

Quark was not only powerful, but also fast. Halfway through the run, he slammed his arms and legs together, like a tiger descending a mountain, dragging a long tail of snow and mist behind him, and blasted straight at the silver-eyed banshee like a cannonball.

This buddy is so big and powerful, of course, he will attract the attention of the silver-eyed banshee. Three huge ice balls and countless ice walls and ice injections rise from the ground, blocking Quark's way forward.

He is Quark, he is a rare existence in the Behemoth who dares to challenge the armored warrior. As a glorious Behemoth, he has the talent to surpass others from the moment he was born. He only needs to perform the beast transformation step by step to obtain powerful power, but what about among Behemoths?

Quark is very aware of his situation, he can't compare with that kind of Beamon who has the ability to become mad, but he dares to go out of his way, the way of armored warrior, there is no way out!

boom! !

Hit it head on!

The pucks fell behind Quark, and his speed had already brushed them and rushed forward.

Beamon warriors will also gain terrifying power beyond ordinary beasts after undergoing armor transformation, but their huge figures will appear clumsy when transformed into armor warriors, not as fast as beast transformation Beamon, but Quark has its own set, making use of its strengths and avoiding its weaknesses.

With the huge shield waving in his hands, every step forward is extremely solid, and the solid advance makes the opponent desperate!

There was a nervous gasp, and the eyes of countless orc warriors were fixed on the figure of the huge warrior.

On the shore, Mengma, a butcher of the Beamon tribe, licked the corner of his mouth and smiled ferociously. He had already heard about this fellow Beamon who dared to take the "dead end". There were only a few strong Beamons in the younger generation who could make their mark, and this quark counted as one.

Zou Liang also looked at Quark’s progress. He thought that Beamon was very impulsive. Looking at it now, yesterday’s performance was just an appearance. A Beamon who dared to take the armored warrior route was either brain-dead or strong. Obviously, Quark must be the latter. Beamon likes to fight instinctively, so many of their talents can’t be improved technically. However, Quark who followed the armored warrior route may be very restrained in the early stage.

Looking at the way he advances, they are all the most basic routines of armored warriors, but they are extremely proficient in using them, with solid basic skills, tsk tsk, amazing.

Quite here, I couldn’t help but take a look at Mengma. It is true that the attack power of the berserk Behemoth warrior at this stage is extremely terrifying, and there are great prospects in the future, but under the current situation, Zou Liang is more interested in Quark. A Beamon with a brain is limitless, and the power of wisdom is king!

Probably everyone is more optimistic about Montmartre. If there are three strong men to be selected from this group of people, it must be Montmartre, Murphy, and Fortey. But if Zou Liang is asked to choose his comrades, he will choose Quark, Sophie, and Joyner.

This is the same as playing basketball, the team is the king, of course the most important thing is to have his Dinghaishenzhen, Zou Shengun can't help but feel complacent.

"Brother Mengma, it's your turn!" Zou Liang observed the situation, and it was time to put continuous pressure on the silver-eyed banshee, no matter how clever a monster was, it was just a monster.

Boom!

Mengma waited for this sentence, curled up, rolled herself into a huge ball, and rushed towards the center of the lake.

The only one who dared to be so domineering in front of the monster lord was the butcher Mengma.

The silver-eyed banshee was obviously impressed by the guy who attacked her yesterday and hurt her tail. Despite being constrained by the archers led by Fortey and Sophie, Li Ling and Quark, they still warmly entertained Kuangtu Mengma.

Boom boom boom! ! !