Chapter 1862 (1/2)

”Boom, boom!”

In Shangling City, the earth trembles, and countless buildings fall like wheat. At the same time, the whole city falls into unprecedented chaos.

The king of the moon devil roared up to the sky, howled, and the cold wave spread wildly on the earth. Countless people died every minute.

Then, on the general's platform in the city, a garrison fighting to death leaned against the bunker shaking back and forth in front of him, took a deep breath, and roared:

”How many more arrows?”

It was a middle-aged dragon Bowman who roared, but like all the garrison troops, he was very embarrassed. There was a lot of ice on the crisscross armor.

At this time, the temperature of Shangling city was very low, and almost the void would be frozen. Although with the joint efforts of all the garrison troops, the monks of Shangling city kept the area in the center of the city from being covered by the cold wave of the moon, but the cost was very heavy.

What makes matters worse is that at this time, as the backbone of all the people, the burly deputy general was just patted by the king of the moon demon. He was seriously injured and could not fight.

Therefore, the command of the battle automatically fell on the head of the middle-aged dragon bow man with the highest rank. After his roar came out, under the loud noise of chaos, the response from the rest of the garrison came:

”Lord Hui, we don't have many arrows. There are five hundred bows left.”

”Damn it.”

The roar came out of the middle-aged dragon Bowman's mouth. Then he turned his head through the gap of the bunker behind him and looked at the king of the moon demon who was coming step by step with great power. His eyes were full of emotions.

The terrifying figure of the king of the moon demon is clearly reflected in the eyes of the middle-aged archer. With the eyesight of the Dragon Archer, you can even see the ice blue lines on the skeleton of the king of the moon demon, as well as the cold wave of the moon sweeping outward.

”Damn it, I'm not afraid to die. I'm afraid to lose Shangling city and be nailed to the stigma pillar forever!”

After the words came out of the middle-aged dragon Bowman's mouth, he directly took out an arrow from his back, buckled it on the big bow in his hand, pulled it open, turned around and shot it at the king of the moon demon in front of him.

Then the middle-aged dragon Bowman didn't look at it. After retracting the bunker, he began to press down the boiling air engine and prepare for the next bow.

As a small group of archers at the top of the central government, it's the standard level that there is no false hair in a hundred miles away. Faced with the huge body of the king of the moon demon, the middle-aged dragon bowmen don't worry that they can't shoot.

But shooting and breaking defense are two different things. For all the soldiers of Shangling Garrison who have run out of oil, there is no other way but to pour out all the arrows in their hands and fight to the death.

In the Shenshe army of Daxia, there is a saying that concentration is the eternal label of the archer.

This is also true in taixuan. No matter what situation a Bowman encounters, he must keep calm. However, in the face of such a dangerous situation, even if he has tried his best, the sight of the middle-aged Bowman's eyes is still in a trance.

It is true that there is a great terror between life and death. How difficult it is to completely ignore death!

After a few breaths, the middle-aged Archer, who came back to his senses, clenched his fist and hit the wall next to him. Maybe he was dissatisfied with his cowardice, and then he drank and scolded in a low voice.

Then he reached out and touched the arrow beside him, ready to open the second bow. At the moment when he touched the icy arrow, there was a loud sound from the sky, rolling out directly, resounding all over the world!