Vol 2 Chapter 778: The protagonist debut

The paladins retreated, and they allowed the group of Seris to swagger past less than five hundred meters from the edge of their camp. ◢щЩш.suimEnG.1a
They tried, but after all, even the angels failed to punish those infidels. It's not a shame to fail, right?
Lord Stannis, the backbone of the Expeditionary Army, was far away in the Old World, and had lost the suppression of Commander Dale Seaworth. Messages about Lord Stannis were circulating in the Legion.
The legendary paladin, Stannis Baratheon, is being questioned by the Pope because of the irreversible change in his daughter.
After the angel's fall, this news once again dealt a heavy blow to the expeditionary force.
Every paladin regarded Stannis as his idol, and every member of the expeditionary army was rescued by Stannis while fighting Chaos.
But the response of the pastors was much worse. They had respect for Stannis, but they were not blindly worshipping. They were thinking more. This incident has even spread to the Far South colonies. What is the sordidness behind this? The transaction exists?
This state of being unable to fight or walking makes the expeditionary army suffer every day.
"The Song people are extraordinary, five." Ranger Ji Wanbing observed Mu Tiegen and his party from a distance: "The combat effectiveness is very strong. The church has given up its intention to block them and has begun to shrink the line of defense."
"Are the paladins a bit imaginary these days?" The ranger gloated at the camp where a paladin in armor was arguing with a priest.
The ranger with the [Eagle Eye] skill has a very long sight.
"The angel's corpse is still hanging outside. Apart from those mindless green skins, who else would dare to provoke us?" Li Yanlong's text quickly replied in the battle group channel: "Hurry up and bring our long-awaited reinforcements. Bring, they come later, there is nothing here to kill them."
This is correct, the number of green skins on the front of the inner city has been drastically reduced by half.
Pianzi’s self-explosive kid tactics caused players a bit of a pain, but players who have experienced modern warfare adapt to this tactic much faster than those green skins.
Their level of digging anti-explosion pits is faster than the evolution speed of pilots.
Whenever flying farts appear in the sky, the first to meet them are the arrows of the archer and the flame crow, which is more difficult to defend.
The witch, who had been shutting herself in the quiet room, sensed that the psychic storm outside was gentle.
Although Efilal expressed pessimistically that this may be the last dawn before the storm, this is still a rare breathing time for the witches.
In the first hour after Altea left the customs, he lit thirteen poor fart spirits with Fire Crow. They didn't even have a chance to land, and they exploded into fireworks in the sky.
The communication network established by the Witch Federation previously relying on psychic energy was completely destroyed by the psychic tide, leaving no trace.
These witches who followed the Battle of Retribution became orphans. There must be something wrong with the senior leaders of the Federation, otherwise they would not ignore Efilal.
"What an exquisite weapon, this is the most attractive weapon I have ever seen." The silver-haired witch sat beside the demon hunter, and the two enjoyed a rare quiet morning.
Last night, the green-skinned body once again filled the gap in the city gate, and it won't be attacked again for a few hours.
Local transcendents are dealing with paladins, and other players in the city are still in dire straits and are constantly being attacked by farts.
Xu Yichen suddenly discovered that their persistence had seen the light, and the most difficult moment had passed.
Efilal stretched out his slender index finger, touched the gem on the [War Disaster] sword, and instantly saw the process of [War Disaster] being forged and the record in recent days.
"Dangerous and deadly weapon, it has never appeared in the fragments of the future I have seen before." The silver-haired witch was in a very happy mood, an unknown future, what a wonderful news.
After all, in all the clips about the future she had seen before, this world is not a beautiful one, and this unknown future will never be worse than the known ones.
"How is the situation of the witches?" Xu Yichen used a dagger to clean up the debris in the gears of [War Disaster]. Some of the solidified collagen appeared to be very firm. Fortunately, [Pure Fire] could clean up these things.
"We survived, but the psychic tide suddenly retreated, just as suddenly as it came. Who knows what will happen tomorrow?" The silver-haired witch's tone revealed a trace of sadness: "Not every witch is like us. There is a stable environment. Those who lack protection can hardly survive past plagiarism."
"The scene here is so magnificent, sometimes I believe that the [Mechanical Heart] we protect can save the world." Xu Yichen caught a fart with Alderfayin volley, and then a flame crow quickly pounced After going over, the fish that slipped through the net was blown to pieces.
An item that even the gods in the sky would like to share a piece of pie, Xu Yichen said to himself in his heart that things will definitely not go so smoothly.
Aifeilar's eyes seemed to be able to see through the heart of the Demon Hunter, and she held Xu Yichen's with her own hand.
Things will definitely not go so smoothly. The greenskins are here, the players are here, and the paladins are here, oh, and the demon hunter and his new weapons are here.
The stage has been set up, how can the real protagonist of this world be absent?
From Anthony Grand Port ~EbookFREE.me~ to the Black Forest, to the Fortress of Wind's Breath, Chaos is like a tarsal maggot, constantly chasing the demon hunter.
But in Wangxiang City, which is now the hottest city in the far south, there is no aura of chaos.
It's like Gotham City without the clown, the whole stage is dim.
"They are here, right here, I can feel it." The silver-haired witch squeezed the demon hunter's hand, her eyes were blazing white with lightning flashing in it: "Protect the things in your hands, I saw it there. The role played in the future."
"I will." Xu Yichen shaved off the last piece of dirt on the [War Disaster] gear. It was a broken bone the size of a nail, which happened to fall into Vittoria's wine glass.
The female warrior instantly glared: "That was my last glass of ale! The wine made in the jug yesterday was wine! Only wives drink wine!"
"Don't worry, we have something more mellow than fine wine to welcome." The demon hunter moved his wrist, put the disaster back into the sword box on his shoulder, and looked up at the sky. A black dark cloud was standing. Approaching Wangxiangcheng from a distance.