Chapter 634 Attack III

Heavy rain has been hanging over emerald Yorkshire since late last night.

It was as if the Milky Way was pouring down, making noises.

Until today's noon, there was no intention of stopping.

Instead, it got bigger and bigger.

Such excessive rain is not good news for anyone. Farmers need to worry about the rain soaking their fields, hunters need to worry about flash floods and mudslides, and businessmen need to worry about the road.

Of course, it's not just businessmen who worry about the journey.

Xiti's army also slowed down in such heavy rain, especially the huge number of cavalry, in order to take care of their horses, they became more cautious.

In one morning, after advancing less than ten kilometers, the Xiti army had to set up camp.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Mortici was listening to the report of his subordinates.

Obviously, this is not good news. Mortici's brows have not been loosened since the subordinate's report was completed, and the frown has even become tighter.

"Your Majesty, what happened to you?"

Mortici whispered.

The disappearance of King Xiti made Mortici's original plan "stretched".

Not only in the army, the various leaders began to act obediently, and even Brun Parker had other thoughts.

And in less than a day, Mortici felt deep fatigue.

He never realized that without the restraint of King Xiti, the seemingly powerful Xiti turned out to be so ostentatious. Even... Vulnerable.

Step, step, step!

Slightly heavy footsteps sounded.

Bren Parker walked in. His face was slightly gloomy. Sitting opposite Mortici without saying a word.

Mortici himself was a silent and rigid person. Brunpark did not speak, and of course Mortici would not speak first.

The two looked at each other like this,

silent.

In the end, Brun Parker couldn't take it anymore.

"Mortici, why did you change the order of the teams?"

Brun Parker asked in a low voice.

"Normal exchange!"

Mortici said without changing his tone, or even intonation, extremely rigid.

"Normal exchange?"

Brun Parker sneered. He looked at Mortici, and his voice became deeper and deeper: "Moertici, you have never been a qualified superior, even if you play some tricks, you are so blunt - the change of the team, you just want to make those who are not Those who are obedient should take the lead in fighting the Emerald Man!"

Mortici didn't answer, it was a tacit consent.

"However, it is not His Majesty who is missing, the other party's Emerald Duke is also missing—how much do you think the Emerald Man still has in fighting power?"

Brun Parker asked.

Mortici looked at Brun Parker in front of him, but remained silent.

"Even if there are the so-called Zelgaon and the Marquess of York, what can they do? We have you and me here. Even, even... His Majesty is gone, it's okay!"

Brun Parker paused deliberately. That's it.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Mortici glared at Brunparker.

"Of course I know! This is a long-planned layout and ambush. Both His Majesty and the Emerald Duke are powerless to fight back. The other party sent six gold-level powerhouses and used special props... I don't know. I think His Majesty and the Emerald Duke will be spared, so I need to make a plan as soon as possible!"

Facing Mortici's glare, Brun Parker showed a calm face.

And such calmness angered Mortici.

Suddenly, Mortici stood up, grabbed Brun Parker by the collar, pulled him to his eyes, and said word by word: "What about your loyalty? What about your honor?"

"My loyalty is given to His Majesty, but now His Majesty is gone - use your brain, do you think that the other party has planned for so long and will let you fail? Or...do you think that the other party is just acting like this? I'm sure this is just a small group of power of the opponent, and the opponent must have a larger power behind it! Therefore, even His Majesty will not be spared!"

Brun Parker gently broke free from Mortici's palm, took a step back slightly, and said while flattening his collar.

Ga, ga, ga!

Mortici stared at Brunparker, his fists clenched tightly.

And Brun Parker seemed to have not seen it at all, and continued: "As for my honor? My strength has brought me all the honors, it doesn't matter..."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, Brun Parker was punched in the face by Mortici.

Bren Parker's upper body leaned back exaggeratedly, but he didn't fall down, and the next moment, he used his waist force to stand up straight again.

Gently brushing the cheek with the fingertips without leaving any trace, Brun Parker chuckled lightly.

"Are we officially breaking?"

Brun Parker asked.

"Get out!"

Mortici growled.

"It's such a pity. Originally, if you joined forces with me, everything would be easier... But that's fine too—I don't want to share everything I deserve with others!"

Brun Parker spread his hands, turned around and walked out of the big tent.

"Let's make this war the outcome! The victor gets everything, the loser loses everything—very in line with the traditions of Citi, isn't it?"

When he was about to leave, Brun Parker paused for a moment, and said such words with a pun.

Then, there was no further stop.

Mortici looked at his friend who disappeared into the rain, and frowned tightly.

He has never felt the strangeness of his friend like now.

"Is everything before you a disguise?"

Mortici muttered to himself.

A little bleak, but also a little sad.

However, soon. Mortici raised his head again. His gaze pierced through layers of rain curtains to see the two figures that were approaching rapidly. The whole person disappeared into the big tent in a flash.

...

After gesturing to the Marquis of York, Dean speeded up instantly, and then jumped into the air——

The power of ice began to spread from his body.

Immediately, the raindrops falling around were quickly frozen, and when Dean's body spun rapidly. These frozen raindrops, like crossbow bolts shot out, covered the forward camp of the Xiti army below.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The sound of dense and sharp shooting piercing the air became one piece.

Then, pain and wailing became the main theme.

There are no too brilliant skills, facing these ordinary soldiers, Dean is completely crushed by strength.

After doing the same three times, the forward camp, which looked solemn and military, became dilapidated. There were layers upon layers of dead bodies, and countless wounded.

"Drink!"

In a roar. Two silver-level knights jumped into the air.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, blocked Dean's attack by pinching each other.

In fact, if possible, the two Xiti silvers would definitely not want to do this.

However, if Dean is allowed to continue like this, the entire striker camp of Xiti will be completely scrapped.

At that time, even if the two of them were fine, they would be reprimanded or even punished by Mortici.

After all, they just disobeyed that lord's order not long ago.

Thinking of that old man's rigidity and harshness, the two Xiti silvers had no choice but to fight.

Hold on!

Just persevere and wait until Lord Mortici arrives, then it will be fine!

The two Xiti silvers thought like this.

Therefore, when they took the shot, they showed no mercy at all, and they did everything they could—their colleagues before had already brought back accurate information about the person in front of them.

The strength of the gold level is beyond doubt.

Moreover, they were able to fight against their majesty without losing the wind.

Facing Dean with such strength, if they still want to keep their hands, it is simply a dead end.

A slightly scorching breath rippling on the two long swords.

The two Xiti Baiyin who were operating the secret technique not only greatly increased their strength and speed, but also brought some similar effects, making their long swords draw layers of water vapor when they passed through the rain curtain.

The rippling water vapor enveloped Dean in an instant.

It made Dean look hazy all over.

And that's exactly what two Xiti Silvers need.

At the moment when the water vapor appeared, the two Xiti Silvers showed extraordinary cooperation, and the attack line changed slightly, cutting Dean's throat and stabbing Dean's abdomen.

That speed was more than 30% faster than before.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two long swords appeared in front of Dean's throat and lower abdomen.

Without the slightest expression, Dean raised his hands like this, grasping the two long swords in his hands as if slowly but quickly, and the power of frost spread instantly.

The faces of the two Xiti Baiyin still maintained a point of joy that the attack was effective, but their entire bodies were frozen and lost the breath of life.

Bang, bang!

The two corpses fell from mid-air, making several large holes in the ground in the form of ice sculptures.

Sensing the rapidly approaching breath, he glanced at the massacre, especially after the contribution of the two silvers, quickly reached the xp value of 1560, and Dean stopped moving, standing side by side with the Marquess of York, waiting for the arrival of the strong gold on the opposite side .

Although this seemed to be the easiest way to get xp, Dean didn't forget why he came here.

What he needs to face now is the opponent's high-end combat power, not some small pawns.

As for the xp value?

The xp value that supports twice is enough for Dean at this stage.

And the remaining pawns?

As long as he was still on the battlefield, Dean believed that the xp value carried by these pawns would be his sooner or later.

The first update~(To be continued..)

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