Chapter 456 (2/2)

The standard of judgment is so simple. In the eyes of the king of the clan, playing with the family is a weak force who lives on under the oppression of the nine Yao forces.

So he didn't understand it.

The age of nine glory is over. Why does the family do this?

Is it ridiculous to die?

Now in the middle of the battlefield, Luo Wei grabs a player, stares at his eyes and asks the same questions as the king.

And the player's answer is simple and clear:

”it's death, but it's just the beginning!”

His answer is the voice of thousands of players.

Fight is the best answer. Keep going, as ever, and tell the enemy with unyielding will of battle that our players are coming.

The war is still going on. The soldiers of Jiuyao have already given up the hope of life, leaving only the firm belief of protecting Jiuyao.

Emotion is an infectious thing.

The same is true for players, who are immersed in the final stubbornness of the nine Yao warriors, and then send them off with the blood of the enemy.

Although the enemy is very strong, it can't be stopped.

The virtual shadow of Shura God destroys the virtual shadow of the night butcher of the players.

Under the collision of the body and the body, the runic warriors died in front of the absolute power.

Under the collision of spells and thousands of spells, the vulnerable mage's figure withered.

The enemy is too strong, even if the remaining nine Yao Army soldiers and players try their best to resist, they still can't stop their progress.

But no one retreats, whether it's a warrior or a player.

The last words that Xingyao left before his death was ”no one can look down on Jiuyao”.

Although players once hated the nine Yao brothers, they never denied that.

Once defeated by Beiqi, Jiuyao is not weak!

Players admit that it's powerful, so they don't allow this former opponent to be despised by others.

All the figures fell down in the battle, but more came from the rear, took the faith of the dead, waved weapons, and waved swords to the endless enemies in front.

”Play family!” Looking at the front, the king again whispered.

At this moment, he put away the contempt from the bottom of his heart, because their determination and death ambition were enough to make him moved.

But it's war, and he won't have any sympathy.

What he is going to do now is to put an end to all this, to put an end to the age of Jiuyao, and then to engrave Luo Xuan's mark on this large area.

”All the elders, let's go. This war is over!” The king's mouth is light.

One of the people around me heard that he immediately waved Luo's flag and sent out a signal of battle.

”It's over!”

At the moment of seeing the flag of Luo Xuan waving in the wind, all the clan elders of all the forces of Luo Xuan put their hands on it.

Each of them has the later stage of the ghost king, even stronger fighting power. They are all the most powerful soldiers who survived in the era of Luo Xuan's war.

They are familiar with the battlefield, and they are more familiar with killing.

Once again, the power of Shura God pours on this battlefield, and their every move can take the lives of a large number of nine glory fighters, including players.

In the face-to-face battle, the figure of Jiuyao soldiers is less and less.

At this moment, the rest of the nine Yao soldiers shouted hysterically.

”No one can look down on Jiuyao!”

At the last moment of their lives, they carry out the words of Xingyao and put life into action.

”The whole army!” The voice of the king resounded through the battlefield at this moment.

All the soldiers of Luo Xuan launched a fierce attack again with red eyes.

The figures of the nine Yao soldiers keep falling, and their voices are getting weaker and weaker.

At this moment, there was another cry on the battlefield.

”No one can look down on Jiuyao!”

This time, the players are shouting.

The players take over the mindfulness of Jiuyao warriors before they die and continue to fight for them.

Their neighing and roaring integrated into the battlefield of the golden age, echoed with solemn and stirring music, and played the last Elegy of farewell for the age of nine glories