Infinite Throne

  Chapter 495 The Burning War, how did these three years go, do you know?

  Irinlu's "little trick" did not cause any shock to the Horde Legion.

  What to do.

  Irin thought for a while, then stood up, walked to the Tauren, and tapped some information about the world from the side.

  The Tauren has a good impression of this "other world human" who is not too thin, but can be patted on the shoulder without dying.

   Regarding Yilin's question, the tauren also knows everything, speaks endlessly, and has a cheerful personality.

"I see."

  Irin understood.

   is over.

"My name is Sarah Bloodhoof." Sarah Bloodhoof's dark nostrils trembled, panting heavily: "Unfortunately, human, if you were stronger, you would be qualified to be the husband of this cow! "

  Fuck!

  Irin was shocked.

   This tauren who slapped him into the soil was actually a cow!

  Irin fled in fright after getting information about this world.

  Xu Jingjing saw Yi Rin walking back from the bonfire banquet with a pale face, closed his eyes for a while and felt a strange expression: "Your 'color' doesn't seem right, what happened?"

   What she is more curious about is what is it that can make a dignified man in the top 50 in the district, his emotions fluctuate into such a complex "color".

"nothing."

  Irin took a few seconds to quickly regain his composure, calming down from the shadow of "Cow".

   He greeted several teammates except Pan Zhengyi to gather together.

   "I probably know the true face of this trial."

Oh?

   So slippery?

   Really deserves to be the officially certified top 50 spirit side of the regional server!

   Card face!

   Immediately others came to the spirit.

   "I asked Sarah Bloodhoof, um, that tauren. She said that this alliance's war has been going on for three years."

   "They don't know why, this burning war has not been able to advance to the next stage, um, it's very difficult."

   "And this battlefield is just one corner of countless battlefields."

   "If I guessed correctly, Gul'dan Yanzu who summoned us before is just like a clone, not the main body."

  Three years!

   It turns out that this war has been going on for three years!

   is outrageous!

  The devil knows how these tribal orcs have come here in the past three years!

   Xu Jingjing suddenly understood: "It's no wonder that the alliance and the tribe are fighting like a game. If you talk about it, you will go up, and if you talk about it, you will retreat. It turns out that you are getting tired of fighting, so you just walk through the motions?"

"Probably so." Yi Rin nodded: "In other words, the difficulty of this main quest is not too terrifying for Mengxin. After all, the requirement of the main quest is just to survive. Therefore, after the war starts tomorrow. , you asked Xu Zhiyong to communicate with others, try not to kill too hard, if you can be cowardly, you will be cowardly, and if you can, you will not kill."

   The others looked at Irin with a strange look for a moment.

   It seems that the last sentence, Irin also said not long ago.

   "Huh? Why are you looking at me like this, I'm serious this time."

  Irin noticed the strange eyes of his teammates, coughed twice, and added calmly:

"The reason is very simple. Our mission goal is to try to make this group of cute new people die as little as possible. If it is too inserted into the plot, it is very likely to greatly increase the difficulty of the mission." Yi Rin remembered that moment today. The hammer of the tribal legion said, "Today we went a little too far, which led to the opponent's boss's shot."

   Everyone else got it.

  Oda Mai was a little reluctant, but Irin's reason was reasonable, she flattened her mouth, and said nothing.

  The overall situation is the most important, and the overall situation is the most important.

   Next.

   was speechless all night.

   The next day.

   Early morning.

   The sun is rising.

  The orcs rekindled the bonfire, set up pots and pans, and happily cooked breakfast.

  In the age of war, it is a pleasure to have a picnic so leisurely.

   "Woooooooo-"

   Just after they finished breakfast.

   The loud trumpet sound came as promised.

  The hideous-looking orcs skillfully got up from the ground, picked up the clubs and sticks and weapons beside them, patted their chests and screamed.

   "Wow quack quack!"

  Pan Zhengyi once again incarnated as an orc chieftain, and under the moonlight, he fought out of the fortress.

  Irin did not fly high-profile in the sky this time.

   The power of that hammer still gave him some lingering fears.

   Yesterday, Yi Rin thought about it, and the [Disaster-ridden] shot must have been released, and it was absolutely impossible to let it go.

   But Muradin Wang Tongbeard suddenly changed from a dwarf to a five-meter dwarf, which seemed to be a special mode that was immune to all negative conditions. As a result, Irin's control skills were unable to play their due effect.

   The two sides resumed fighting.

  After Irin understood the background view of the "Burning War" world, this time I felt the atmosphere of the battlefield again, and I had a different experience.

   Whether it is the alliance or the tribe, although the words and actions are still murderous and full of gunpowder smoke, they have a bit of a strange atmosphere of "swiping cards to work".

   Clock in to work and leave work on time.

   This is the war between the Horde and the Alliance.

   This time.

  Irin drove like a shadow, shot with two guns, and secretly picked up heads in the melee.

   He chose the most simple and rude output mode of "Super Charged Bullets", one shot per shot, neat and tidy.

  His bullet passed directly through the gap of the peeping, and one shot popped out of the chamber, harvesting an innocent life and obtaining the corresponding chaos value.

  Although this sneaky way of brushing monsters is not as efficient as yesterday's full firepower, it is worse than safety.

  Muradin Wang Bronzebeard did not fight out of the battlefield again, but stayed in the depths of the enemy line.

   This is also normal.

  This war has been going on for three years, and everyone is tired and exhausted. However, the two sides are evenly matched, and neither can completely eliminate the other in a wave of charges. This exhausting stalemate has also become inevitable.

  Irin's perception was released, covering the battlefield.

   At this moment, he frowned slightly.

  After yesterday's battle, the group of Mengxin, who were driven by ducks, moved a lot more neatly.

   I saw a lot of people, flexibly dodging attacks from the enemy or allies in the melee, raised the bone cutter with a backhand, and ripped the opponent's armor with one knife, killing the eyes.

   "This combat power seems a little wrong."

  Irin asked in the team channel:

   "Quietly, did Xu Zhiyong and the others mention anything special?"

   "No, he said he was in better spirits."

  Xu Jingjing bends his bow and shoots arrows, moving nimbly on the battlefield, like a elf dancing, every arrow shoots, an alliance soldier falls down, and the attack power is very high.

   "In good spirits?"

"Um!"

   "Look at Xu Zhiyong, don't let him kill so many."

"it is good!"

   The simple group chat ends.

   Gouzi and Oda Mai, have nothing to do on the battlefield.

  Since Yiren said that killing too much will lead to a strong counterattack from the enemy, they can only logically paddle.

   In the melee, it is indeed a bit tiring to take care of Mengxin from time to time.

   But there's no way, who makes every Mengxin represent 1000 death points?

   The battle during the day lasted for three hours.

   "Woooooo..."

   The horns of both sides sounded almost simultaneously.

  The Horde Legion and the Alliance Legion tacitly shrank back.

   It's halftime.

  Before leaving, there was another exchange with strong camp characteristics.

   During the three-hour fight, the Mengxin that Yilin's team brought, lost more than a dozen people.

   After a day and a half, only 73 people survived, which is very distressing.

  The cute newbies were panting, surviving the fierce battlefield. They all had no time to chat, sitting on the ground with indifferent expressions.

   After this baptism of blood and fire, the newcomers look a little different from yesterday.

   gives the impression that the boy has experienced the wedding night, the bridal chamber candles, and a lot of **** murderousness has been added to his body overnight.

   "Old Xu, show me your weapon."

   During the intermission, Yi Rin came to Xu Zhiyong.

   Xu Zhiyong and Mrs. Xu had a lot of wounds on their bodies, and after a simple bandage, they were not serious injuries.

  Xu Zhiyong, who was sitting on the ground, raised his head blankly after hearing Yi Rin's voice, his eyes were a little empty, without focus. A few seconds later, Xu Zhiyong suddenly shivered, and when he came back to his senses, he guarded the bone-cutting knife that had killed a lot of allied troops and had no bloodstains in his arms, and shook his head desperately.

   "This can't be done! If the bone cutter is given to you, we won't be able to live."

   "I just took a look."

   "Look..." Xu Zhiyong's expression struggled, a savage blue vein appeared on his forehead, and his whole body trembled violently as his mood fluctuated.

   At this time, Xu Jingjing, who was not far from Xu Zhiyong, also noticed that Xu Zhiyong was in a wrong state. He stepped forward, hugged Xu Zhiyong tightly, and sang an ancient song softly in Xu Zhiyong's ear.

   Xu Jing's songs are not in any language that can be understood. But the softly hummed melody seemed to have the power to stabilize people's hearts. The trembling Xu Zhiyong was embraced by Xu Jing's arms, and his expression gradually eased.

   "I, you, I...quietly..."

  After calming down, Xu Zhiyong recalled the scene just now, and was so frightened that he threw the bone cutting knife far away, as if he was throwing a hot branding iron.

  Irin's heart moved.

   The bone cutter was suspended in front of Irin.

   The bone cutter with special material, after a day and a half of fighting, there are many more cracks on it.

   But it doesn't matter.

  Irin's pupils twitched slightly, and the bone-chopping knife's pale white blade had some fine red lines at some point, which looked like the veins of blood vessels, faintly revealing an evil aura.

   "There's really something wrong with this rare weapon!"

   Xu Jingjing combined with Xu Zhiyong's performance as if he was possessed, and when he recalled the strangeness of these weapons mentioned by Yi Rin on the first day, he immediately concentrated on his feelings. Sure enough, in the vision of the elf's pupil, the knife was entwined with two different "colors" of red and black, and the faint coldness made Xu Jing secretly startled.

   "So it is, this is a conspiracy."

   After a while.

  Irin sighed softly, until now, he completely understood the difficulty of this novice trial.

   (end of this chapter)