mesbooks Chapter 127: The Desolate Clan's Night Attack Plan
Chapter 127: The Desolate Clan's Night Attack Plan
The Shadowmouse crawled all the way to the corner of the camp, thinking that it hadn't been discovered, but in fact, dozens of pairs of eyes had already been staring at it as soon as it entered the camp.
Su Dong said in the team channel: "Everyone pay attention to concealment, don't be discovered by him, and don't be swallowed by him."
Without knowing the enemy's intentions, they didn't dare to attack easily.
If the other party just sent an envoy to communicate with them, but they rashly killed the envoy's pet, it would easily cause diplomatic disputes.
I can only hide in the dark to see what the mouse is trying to do.
Or wait for more accurate news from the Death Star.
They didn't dare to go outside either. This is the territory of the Desolate race, and if the other party came with malicious intent, they would only be ambushed by the enemy if they went out rashly.
The Shadow Rat crawled around, trying to find a shadow of a person, but no matter how hard it searched, there was no one in sight.
"Damn it, where are they?"
Xiaoshan shared the memory with his pet, but he couldn't find his shadow, so he became anxious.
Without the soul of a stranger, what sacrifice would he take to the great Holy Spirit.
What else would you give in exchange for eligibility for promotion?
Gritting his teeth, Shan Zhiying crawled towards the tent in the middle.
He didn't want to go in directly, because there was a searchlight in front of the central tent door, and there was no shadow in front of it.
And the Shadowmouse can only hide its whereabouts in the dark shadow of 953.
Enter the central tent at great peril.
There was still no one inside.
"Damn, where have they all gone? Without a soul, what should I sacrifice to the Holy Spirit?"
When the boy was anxious, he didn't notice that there was a person behind him silently watching him.
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[Race: Desolate Race]
【Occupation: Son of the Mountain】
【Level: 120】
[Life value: 840,000]
[Magic value: 350,000]
[Introduction: The Scout of the Desolate Race, whose job is to control the power of the mountains, stays with the mountains, can exert stronger strength when stepping on the mountains, and hide his aura. 】
The scouts of the Desolate race came very quickly.
The land reclamation team did not go deep into the mountains, and there were no powerful wild tribes around.
So the scouts gave Zhou Yi the feeling that they had arrived at the outskirts of the mountains early, waiting for the land reclamation team to arrive.
At this moment, a hand was placed on the thin figure's shoulder.
The little guy was startled, and when he turned his head and saw the face of the visitor, Xiao Shan smiled.
"Brother Beifeng, why are you here?"
"Not only you, but also many people have come, the soul of a foreigner is the best sacrifice, don't you want to eat alone.
The young man named Beifeng laughed.
Xiao Shan scratched his head in embarrassment: "Well, it was my fault for eating alone, but my Xiaoying got in, but there was no trace of the intruder.
Bei Feng was taken aback for a moment, and then whistled softly.
In the darkness, a black crow flew across the camp at great speed.
Then Beifeng's face darkened.
"Xiao Shan, you've been exposed, and those people are hiding in places you can't see and watching your Shadow Rat."
"What? Then what should I do? Let Xiaoying come back immediately?" Xiao Shan panicked.
Xiaoying has been with him since he was born, not only his closest partner, but also his family.
If Xiaoying was killed, he would cry to death.
Beifeng shook his head: "Don't panic, let Xiaoying stay there first, just treat them as paralyzing them, wait for the old patriarch to lead people to raid in, and kill all these strangers.
What Beifeng said was murderous.
Unaware that there is an invisible person beside them who is quietly listening to their conversation.
So, did the Huanzu come here with malice?
Zhou Yi's complexion suddenly turned ugly.
Unexpectedly, the Desolate Race actually had the custom of sacrificing the souls of foreigners.
The most urgent task is to find the Desolate team to prevent the camp from being attacked.
Zhou Yi turned into a crow and flew into the sky.
Soon the target was seen, it was a team of fifty people.
Wearing clothes woven from leaves or animal skins, they look like primitive people.
But the strength is powerful, each one is a master of level 140, and there are many pets unique to eight mountains and nine seas.
Some have only one pet by their side, while others have several pets. Combined, there are hundreds of pets, each of which is level 140.
Although it is not enough to destroy the camp, if it is a surprise attack, it can already cause a lot of casualties to the camp, and if it is serious, the entire camp can be completely disabled.
(aicg) Zhou Yi immediately sent the message to Su Dong to let the other party prepare early so as not to be wiped out.
If the camp is destroyed, then he will have no support, and he will not be able to open up wasteland to level up in the future.
【Death Star: Battle alert, there are enemies approaching on the west side of the camp. There are fifty Desolate races, but they have nearly a hundred pets. 】
[The other party may control a profession related to the mountains, and they can gain strength by stepping on the mountains to gather. When fighting, it is recommended to let their feet off the ground. 】
[Don't doubt that the other party came with malice. In their cognition, the soul of a foreigner is the best sacrifice to sacrifice to the Holy Spirit. 】
After receiving the message, Su Dong's face suddenly sank.
It has only been a few hours since they stepped into the mountains until now.
The Huangzu people raided their camp with their pets, feeling like they had become delicious prey, and the Huangzu people couldn't wait to start hunting.
"The whole army is on alert. There is news from the Death Star that the enemy is approaching."
"The assassin went to the west side to scout the situation, and the magician prepared the air blast technique, and the enemy would blow them into the sky as soon as they came.
"After the Huang people were blown into the sky, the archers immediately shot them in the air."
"Then the shield fighters immediately rushed up to block the opponent's pets, and then the mages and archers carried out point kills, and the assassins went to kill those desolate people who didn't die.
Time was running out, and this was the best solution Su Dong could think of.
She wouldn't mind filling the west side of the camp with magic traps, if time allowed.
Su Dong had no doubts about the accuracy of Zhou Yi's information.
The gate of the camp was on the south side, and the people from the Huangzu came from the west, which in itself represented a problem.
And this mouse.
Looking at this Shadow Devourer, Su Dong felt annoyed.
"Leave two people watching it, and kill it when the battle starts."
......
In the forest on the west side of the camp.
Dozens of Desolate warriors were ready to go, and they were ecstatic when they saw the camp of foreigners.
The old patriarch stood at the forefront and laughed at the camp.
"Among the sacrifices in the past, the Holy Spirit loved the souls of foreigners the most, so my people, the time to hunt has come.
"As long as the souls of these strangers are offered, the Holy Spirit will send even greater gifts, making our strength even further."
"For the gift of the Holy Ghost, Holy!"
The barbarian warriors behind collectively raised the weird bone weapons in their hands and roared towards the sky.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
This is the classic style of play of the Desolate warriors.
When close to the enemy, they start the battle cry to make the enemy fearful, and then use this opportunity to surprise the enemy.
Enemies are often beheaded in fear and confusion.
Fifty barbarian warriors shot out instantly, rushed out of the woods, and rushed towards the camp.
There was a cruel smile on his face.
Their swords are already hungry and thirsty.
But at this moment, a bright moon rose in the camp of the stranger, illuminating the surroundings of the camp like daylight.
On the wall in front, hundreds of staffs were lit together.
A woman's voice resounded throughout the forest.
"Air blast, fly them for me.
The old patriarch; "???"
Barbarian Warrior: "!!!".