It has to be said that the person who knows you best in this world will always be your enemy.

The battle between the elves and the orcs did not know when it started, and now it can be described as protracted. During this long battle, the elves knew the orcs very well, otherwise they would not have been dormant in the dark, and only waited until the end. When the opportunity is right, the orc is hacked, and the orc understands the elves very well, otherwise he would not know where the opponent's shortest point is at a glance.

It is probably because of this understanding that they have been able to suffer like this, seesawing, and are still evenly matched after so many years.

Joining the battle under such circumstances, in fact, it can also be said that it is not based on the strength of elves and orcs, but more on the strength of the dead and humans.

The dead did not select the most elite troops, so no one knows about the human side.

Although the troops assigned by the dead were not the most elite troops, the strength of this group of dead was not bad. Their absolute obedience in the battle made their strength, which was only above average, increased by a few points.

Mo Ran was not very good at commanding this kind of thing from the beginning, mainly because she fought too much personally, and most of the time she subconsciously focused on personal battles. However, this kind of concept is the most deadly in multiplayer battles, and it is exactly Because she knew her own weakness, Mo Ran never wanted to take up the key position of command from the very beginning.

In fact, this is not the fault of Mo Ran alone. In the last life, because Xue Changfeng died too early, the dead were basically unable to gather together, not to mention the systematic training of command. As a result, the dead were very good at individual combat, but Group cooperation will drag each other down instead. In this life, in order to make the dead truly powerful, Mo Ran has deliberately avoided these small problems from the very beginning.

It is precisely for this reason that Mo Ran instructed Xue Changfeng to develop in these areas from the very beginning, so that now there are so many excellent commanders of the dead. Basically, middle and high-level leaders who came from the front line can command medium-sized battles. This type of combat requires the cooperation of multiple commanders.

Not to mention anything else, even Xue Changfeng himself is a very good commander, and his command is of the kind that speaks little and gives precise instructions. Concentrate wholeheartedly, otherwise, it is easy to miss the command.

"Let go!" With Xue Changfeng's raised hand falling suddenly, all the arrowheads were seen heading towards the ordinary-looking "plant" on the left like a group of bees pouring out of a hive.

Sang was directing the mistakes of the orcs, while observing the dead.

Sang, who has the most complete intelligence network, is naturally very aware of the fact that the dead have strong combat capabilities, but he has always heard information, but he has never seen it.

He has met quite a few ordinary dead. Without exception, these dead are stronger than other races of the same level. Regardless of skills or combat strength, they are stronger than other races in terms of their own attributes. , This is probably the kindness of the heavens, but Sang has never seen the cooperative battle of the dead, and of course it may be that he has never met the team of the dead.

After all, this time he personally saw the group battle of the dead.

This time the team sent by the dead is not their most elite unit. Sang already knew about this from the intelligence network. The urgency made it impossible for him to be picky. Even when they were counterattacked by the elves just now, Sangdu was still thinking that after this battle, he would sever the alliance with the dead.

However, when he saw that Xue Changfeng gave the order to prepare for battle, those dead who were originally a little loose lined up in an extremely neat four-row line almost instantly, and all the dead seemed to be here. It is like a statue, silent.

Whether viewed from left to right or from front to back, the four rows of teams looked like one person, and more importantly, they all rode a mount unique to the dead, the snowfield wolf.

Wolves are not animals that are easy to tame. They are different from horses. They are rebellious, disobedient, and extremely fierce. They will never submit to anyone except their own leader.

But it is this kind of action that is becoming a dead body.

Next, hearing Xue Changfeng's order to prepare, Sang saw all the dead take down their longbows from behind and hold them in their hands. Put it down to adjust the angle, and finally hold it still again.

These dead people, there is not much difference in their height, and there is not much difference in their physical strength, even when they ride on the back of the snowfield wolf and stop there.

When I got here, Sang was not so shocked. After all, it is not difficult to get a group of people to line up neatly. Sang thought about it and let the orcs do this... Well, it will be a little difficult, but it is not impossible.

When these dead people started to draw their bows, Sang was stunned. He couldn't help opening his mouth and looking at the dead people on his left. From his point of view, they were not a group of people at all, but one. People, a dead man holding a longbow, or a longbow produced by their orcs, wearing a set of archer's equipment, pulled the longbow.

Just because it looked like one person, not a group of people, Sang was so shocked that he couldn't speak. How did this happen, how did the deceased do it?

Let one person infinitely copy and paste into so many people?

Sang even felt that his eyes were dazzled. He subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his eye sockets. He seriously doubted that what he saw was only one person, let alone a group of people. , I can't see clearly, it must be that the dead only sent one person.

It must be so, it must be so, it must be so!

Sang rubbed his eyes vigorously, and looked at the dead again. His vision was extremely clear, and what he saw was exactly the same as before, without any change at all.

Just when Sang was still immersed in this shocking self-doubt, he heard Xue Changfeng give the command to release the arrow. In an instant, all the drawn bowstrings bounced back to the original point, and the arrowheads resting on the bowstrings were like Flew out like a cloud.

Everyone is in the same movement, everyone is in the same rhythm, all arrows are at the same speed, and all arrows are ejected at the same time. They are not like arrows, but like a huge predictable The curse flew towards the target.

Arrowheads in the air

After these arrowheads drew a complete arc in mid-air, they landed directly on the target, and Sang even heard a "da da da" sound coming out of the protective cover, just like in summer The condensed hailstones hit a certain point concentratedly, hurriedly and frighteningly.

Obviously, the lethality of this concentrated strike is beyond what ordinary long-distance shooting can achieve, and the huge protective cover even has crumbling cracks because of this attack.

It happened by accident...

Sang's heart was shocked, and his mind was so shocked that he could only sigh like this.

This must have happened by accident, how could anyone do such a thing? How could the dead do such a thing? It must have happened by accident, it is absolutely impossible to ask them to do it again...

Just as Sang kept telling himself like this, and continued to hypnotize himself like this, in the next second, Xue Changfeng issued the prepared password again, and Sang watched helplessly as those copy-and-paste actions just started again.

The self-hypnosis that had just been sent out completely collapsed at this moment. He even forgot to command the orcs, and all his attention was placed on the team of the dead. His eyes widened, trying to see if what happened just now was true. Can you do it again and create another miracle?

The actions of the dead told Sang that no matter how many times he came again, it would be the same.

The huge group of arrowheads kept attacking towards the protective cover of the elves, and the countless arrowheads made a "da da da" sound, hitting the protective cover of the elves, and at the same time hitting all the races on the ground. heart.

I have to admit that this series of operations by the deceased completely dispelled the pimple in Sang's heart just now, and now he can only be shocked, and by the way, the deceased also re-teached what is called "tidy".

Sang has never had such a deep understanding of the word "neatness" at such a moment. It turns out that he has always thought that neatness is just a requirement for life and appearance, which is a personal habit, but now he knows that neatness is also It can become a kind of lethality, and it can even increase the combat effectiveness of the team infinitely.

As for Mo Ran, she wasn't worried about the attack power of the dead at all, she was more worried about when humans would appear.

After being separated from Ming Yuechen in the chasm that day, she expected that humans would definitely participate in this battle. After all, it was the same in the last life. Elves were bound to humans very early, and they interacted with each other. Inseparable, like brothers and sisters wearing a pair of trousers.

In this life, elves and humans do not have developmental deviations like the dead, so they will definitely form an alliance. As for how to form an alliance, this battle must be a touchstone. Therefore, humans will participate no matter what today, and humans only I'm afraid I also want to win this battle, so that I can gain more bargaining chips in the cooperation with the elves.

But now, the orcs and elves are fighting in full swing, and even the dead have participated in the battle. She still hasn't seen the appearance of humans. Did humans give up this battle?

Impossible, so where are they now?

Mo Ran didn't restrain her coercion deliberately, she released the perception of the seventh-level dead, and immediately everything in the entire battlefield appeared in her consciousness, and as she kept shifting her gaze, all players lower than her level all appeared In her perception, she can even feel those high-level elves who performed hiding techniques on herself.

But where are the humans?

She still hadn't found a human.

According to Mo Ran's understanding of the current high-level leaders of human beings, even if Ming Yuechen would give up this battle, I am afraid that the city owner of the main human city who thinks he looks down on the world and holds all races in his hands will definitely not give up. She won't give up, even though she hasn't seen this person with her own eyes, when she was imprisoned by Ming Yuechen's side in her previous life, she already knew enough about this city lord from various details.

Cruel, ambitious, trying to control everyone, such a person will never give up this opportunity, so there is only one possibility, the human army must be hiding in a special place, waiting for the opportunity to give the orcs even death.

All of a sudden, Mo Ran seemed to have a feeling in her heart, and suddenly raised her head and looked towards the sky. The scene in the sky made her heart almost stop beating.

Mo Ran didn't know what method the humans used, nor what method the elves used. They could actually descend from the sky as if they were carrying a parachute, but Mo Ran knew that this method must be aimed at him The ingredients are in.

In "Tomorrow", level seven is a threshold, although players who can reach level seven can already be called high-level players in this life or in the last life, but if they really want to be divided from the system Well, level seven can only be regarded as the ceiling for mid-level players. If you want to truly enter the ranks of advanced players, you need to see if you can advance to level eight.

Players after the eighth level will not only have excellent attributes, but also be able to learn the ultimate skills of various professions. However, Mo Ran in the previous life fell in front of the eighth level threshold, and he did not see the eighth level until he died. What is the scenery after the grade.

Not to mention what other races after level eight are like, just from the perspective of the dead, the speed, strength, agility and perception of the dead themselves are stronger than players of the same level, and these dead people at level seven It can be vividly reflected on the body. If expressed in terms of data, the range that the seventh-level dead can perceive is a range of 85 meters in diameter centered on themselves, but the diameter of other races can only reach 70 meters to 100 meters. Seventy-five meters.

Don't underestimate the difference of ten meters. In a real battle, the difference of ten meters is the distance between life and death.

However, no matter how wide the perception distance of the dead is, there is a disadvantage, that is, at the seventh level, this perception is all plane perception.

As the name suggests, the so-called two-dimensional perception means that you can only feel the crisis or player on the same level as yourself, but if the player or crisis is in a three-dimensional, that is, above or below... If the player does not adjust the angle by himself, if he wants to feel it, he only needs to feel it. Afraid that the other party is already very close to him.

Just like Mo Ran now, when she realized that she looked up and saw the sky, the humans were actually only 20 meters away from the orc's position, and this distance could be reached in almost ten seconds.

It can be said that whether it is Mo Ran or orcs, they are already very passive.

that is in

they know.

But they knew it and still didn't fight back. There was a reason for this abnormality, that is, they wanted to leave the elves to humans.

This time, the troops of the dead brought by Xue Changfeng are all long-range troops. The most fierce long-range troops are always long-range attacks. Once they are close to the opponent, their combat effectiveness will plummet, not to mention that this long-range troops are better at group battles. Moreover, this unit is not an elite unit. They have relatively little actual combat experience, and may not be able to cope with the ever-changing rhythm of the battlefield. If their combat rhythm is disrupted, it is a trivial matter to discount their combat effectiveness, and they may reduce their numbers.

It seems that human beings know the dead very well, so they can come up with this method of dredging the bottom.

"Xue Changfeng, mobilize some people to snipe the human troops in the sky." But even if the situation was already passive, even Mo Ran was tensed by the sudden situation, but she was still quite rational and calm, not at all Confused by the current situation.

Xue Changfeng's seven or eight consecutive attacks have already caused huge damage to the protective cover on the opposite side. The protective cover that was originally shining with green light is now covered with various patterns and is crumbling. Just one or two more attacks can wipe out the protective cover of the entire elf. The cover was completely pierced, and at this moment Mo Ran's voice sounded.

Xue Changfeng raised his head and looked towards the sky almost at the same time, and the situation in the sky almost made him tear up, he immediately shouted: "The third and fourth teams, adjust the angle, target the sky, four people a point, Aim at the three target points in the forty-five-degree direction on the left!"

The disadvantage of less actual combat experience was fully reflected at this time. Although the third and fourth teams responded almost at the same time Xue Changfeng gave the order, but the opponent who was too close still let them all at once. In a panic, even if the arrows were sent out according to Xue Changfeng's instructions, only one out of ten hit the target, and the rest either fell or did not know where they shot.

face this

At this time, this calm and as usual voice gave all the dead a strong inner comfort as if it carried great power.

"Don't worry, there are indeed various accidents when shooting in the sky, but I believe that you have already trained for these situations on weekdays, and now we will do it again as usual."

"Let's not treat the falling targets from the sky as human players, they are just ordinary targets. Moreover, you must know that they are now in mid-air and can only slowly adjust their angles. They cannot counterattack, so the initiative is completely on our side , as long as we shoot them, the victory of the battle is ours."

"Okay, now to catch your breath, let's do it again."

As she spoke, she raised her eyes to look at Xue Changfeng, signaling him to organize another battle.

With the encouragement given by Mo Ran, and, like all the dead, she pulled out a longbow from the package, and followed Xue Changfeng's order to draw the longbow, aiming at the human players in midair.

At any time, the power of role models is extremely powerful, especially in times of crisis, Mo Ran's existence itself is like a pinnacle of stability to all the dead, not to mention, she also joined them like them. Shooting battle.

All of a sudden, the originally flustered and slightly defeated morale was condensed again, and it burned even more like adding a handful of firewood.

"Okay, let's prepare again." Xue Changfeng couldn't help but take a deep breath because the distance was too close. He tried his best to calm down his voice and calm down his emotions. The voice that was about to explode was also cold and hard again.

"Target sky, one point for four people, now aim at the four target points in the left and right directions of 70 degrees, aim!" It's as immovable as a mountain.

"Release!" Following Xue Changfeng's high-pitched voice, the arrowheads shot out like fireworks, exploding in the air one after another!