Chatper 1149 (1/2)
Fire and magic!
Deadly arrows and swords!
Defenders and attackers one after another!
The broken line of defense is their record of fighting! Destroyed buildings are the exploits of the attackers! The roar of grief and indignation is a defensive struggle!
At this moment, they have completely forgotten why they joined the war, is it for themselves or for their own country?
What are they trying to win?
No one seems to think about it at this moment, and there is no time to think about it! They just want to kill the enemy in front of them, they just want to kill everything in front of them, and they even want to kill not only the insignificant survival value, but also the one!
It's all about the other party! real life!
"All teleportation formations! All blasts!" The commander-in-chief of Iceland roared in the channel with all his strength!
Sorrow in desperation!
"We're here! Even if we are alone! Even if we sacrifice everything!"
"Keep Iceland too! Keep the southern barrier of Europe and the United States!"
"Everyone!"
The commander-in-chief of the Icelandic garrison, the largest guild in Iceland, the president of the Layas guild - óska.
(Icelandic óska: wish, hope.)
He draws his weapon!
"Even death! Pointless sacrifices are never allowed! Hands and feet! Teeth! Even eyes!"
"It can be your last weapon!"
"Shout out your respective countries! Kill!"
The millions of players here are a combination of many countries. Their original country was originally sparsely populated. In the 23rd century when wars were frequent, it was even more difficult to survive in the world. In this game of hope, flying to a new home, they repeat the damn fate they once complained about.
It is precisely because they are a small country, and it is because of their weakness, that such a calamity has been brought about!
But to sit still? Can you only let the other party take away your own survival possibility?
no way!
For whatever reason, they will now only follow one will: kill! Defend Iceland! Protect Jarevik!
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The shadow of death shrouded Iceland, and the bright red blood even infected the sea water, and the undissipated red swirled in the sea water shockingly.
On the beach were broken pieces of goblin weapons, and what fell down were broken and bloodied corpses. When the waves crashed, they could only let the sea water invade. Looking around, the sea is full of smoke that has not yet dissipated, and the broken and broken ships have not yet sunk to the bottom of the sea, floating on the sea like the last struggle of the drowned.
The sea defense line is riddled with holes, the sea surface and islands are full of corpses, and it is impossible to tell which country they are victims of...
The blood-red sea and the charred sandy beach are the despairing scenery here.
The east gate of Yalevik is broken, and the city wall has collapsed a little. The broken flag is covered with black smoke after the flame is extinguished. This seems to be...