Reverse Resurrection Blue Buff of Global Gods

"Wocao, the guys in Class 2 are so dirty! They obviously have powerful and powerful high-level night elves, but they still want to take advantage of the weather and wait until night to start a war."

"Alas! That's not the case. Senior Wang Shuang is going to be in trouble this time."

"With 600+ dwarves, if the weather is like this during the day and the shadows are invisible, Senior Wang Shuang's chances of winning will definitely be extremely high, but once it comes to night, it may be in doubt."

"How come this shy and well-behaved guy from Class 2 has such a vicious vision? Such a small advantage can be discovered by the opponent and used to the extreme."

"Yes, yes! I heard just now that Class 2 has already produced two geniuses. If Song Qingshu wins, I'm afraid Class 2 can really compete with the genius class of Class 1.

Got off."

Li Ruolan turned around and checked the battle situation of several other students. Everyone had an advantage before coming here.

Classmate Song Qingshu has a high-level elf. If the number of subordinates is not too small, she can almost guarantee that the champion this time will be won by the opponent. However, due to the numerical disadvantage, she is still very worried about the opponent's battle.

Can she pass the test? But she was still very pleased to see that the little guy kept a clear mind and did not let his tribe and dwarves fight together during the day.

At least in the classroom, Song Qingshu did not return the knowledge points she imparted to him. In competitive battles between tribes, how to exert and create favorable terrain to allow tribesmen to exert their respective strengths is a very deep subject.

Knowledge. It is also a test of whether a student can analyze things and have a calm mind.

Seeing this, Li Ruolan's worries subsided a little, and she happened to see Zhao Qianye show up. She couldn't help but ask, "Zhao Qianye, if it were you, Song Qingshu, what would you choose?"

Zhao Qianye was confused by Li Ruolan's question.

Why is it me again?

Although he knows that he is handsome and charming, he doesn't need to mention his name all the time, right?

In this way, I will be troubled because my appearance in the prosperous age is too charming!

Qin Ruoxi saw Zhao Qianye in a daze at the side. She didn't know if she had guessed that the senior was very narcissistic, but she couldn't help laughing.

There was a black line running down Li Ruolan's forehead. She almost didn't have to guess, and she knew that she, a student who was not stingy, was suffering from narcissism again.

Zhao Qianye noticed something was wrong in the surrounding atmosphere, quickly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, considered it, and replied carefully: "I can't be as good as Song Qingshu!"

"Huh!"

"This kid is quite good this time and doesn't add any color to his face."

Everyone was shocked by Zhao Qianye's answer.

A look of surprise appeared on Li Ruolan's pretty face, and she asked curiously: "Are you ashamed of yourself?"

Zhao Qianye rolled his eyes when he heard this. Even if he was being stupid, he wouldn't really use his face to gain fans for others. However, he had to admit that if he were Song Qingshu, he really couldn't do it in public.

Even under the watchful eyes of countless people, he could still be so calm and composed, without caring about the looks of outsiders, doing his own thing and doing things according to his own ideas.

I guess most people can't do it.

On the battlefield!

Wang Shuang clearly understood Song Qingshu's plan. His expression, which was originally calm and composed, suddenly became more cautious and a little panicked.

If Song Qingshu is really allowed to delay until night, then the numerical advantage of his tribe will definitely be greatly reduced, and he may even capsize if he is not careful.

Wang Shuang, like every elegant second-generation god, has his own persistence and arrogance. After seeing the state of Song Qingshu's followers, he knew that the other party would probably not easily emerge from the hidden realm, so he did not bother to talk to Song Qingshu.

Beep.

Because it is useless at all. If it were him, he would not easily give up the most advantageous aspect of his troops to others just because of a few taunts or ridicules from the enemy.

Wang Shuang originally had no intention of commanding his subordinates, but now he couldn't care less. He took a deep look at Song Qingshu, who looked shy and well-behaved and looked easy to bully. He looked down at his subordinates and issued an order: "Children of the Misty Mountains

People, our enemies are hiding in the corners of the shadows. Go find them and cut off their heads to prove your bravery and proficiency in fighting."

"I obey the oracle of our Lord, the great Lord of Thunder and Light."

The leading gray mist dwarf below raised his sledgehammer and shouted in response.

"Nuck, let's lead our own teams and search separately for Smash hidden in the shadows. The time has come for us to dedicate everything to our god."

Soon, 600+ gray mist dwarves spread out and searched for the hidden night elves on the plains.

"Smelly brother, where do you think the night elves are hiding?" Zhao Qianyue scanned the map, her beautiful eyes flashed slightly, as if she wanted to remind her brother.

The advanced demigods on the viewing platform could see several strange places just by looking at the map, but for newcomers like Zhao Qianye, they were a little confused.

Mr. Cai and others also looked at Zhao Qianye with curious faces, as if they were looking forward to whether the little devil who could cultivate the potential of a saint in a short period of time would give them a surprise.

"Let me guess? It must be a place with shadows and sunshine!"

Zhao Qianye scratched his head and stared at the map dumbfounded for a long time, half guessing and half making nonsense: "What do you think, why do night elves have to be called night elves? If there is a night in the name, it must be

I like to stay in the dark night. There is no dark night now, so I must be looking for a place where I can see my back."

Everyone laughed.

Liu Xiyue rubbed her silly son's head and scolded with a smile: "You, if you don't know, don't talk nonsense, you will only make people laugh."

Zhao Qianye turned to roll his eyes at his elder sister and muttered: "Isn't your precious daughter going to take the exam for me?"

Zhao Qianyue smiled, raised her chin arrogantly, pinched her brother's face with her delicate hands, and joked: "Smelly brother, watch carefully! I estimate that this battle is enough for you to learn for a year.

.Don’t always act like you are the best in the world.”

Zhao Qianye's eyes flashed slightly and he stared at Song Qingshu high in the sky of the God's Domain. He was secretly surprised: "To be admired by my sister, is this guy Song Qingshu pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?"

Thinking of this, a coldness flashed in his eyes.

Song Qingshu pushed down the frames of his glasses, with a shy and bookish look on his face, and quietly looked at an open space in the God's Domain below.

Wang Shuang, who had been waiting for the opportunity to quietly observe Song Qingshu, saw this scene, his eyes suddenly lit up, he raised his finger and shouted an order: "I smell the smell of heresy, that's where it is! Hammer Danbeis, lead your army

Tribesmen, go catch them."

"You, you are shameless!"

Song Qingshu looked in the direction where Wang's fingers were pointing, his face changed wildly, he was trembling with anger and cursed. Isn't the place where the other person pointed is the place where his eyes just fell?

Wang Shuang laughed loudly, "Classmate Song Qingshu, you can't blame me for this, you were the one who showed your flaws first!"

Song Qingshu seemed to be a bit clumsy, and just said back and forth, "You are shameless, you are a bastard, etc." This made Wang Shuang's conclusion more and more solid.

The dwarves formed a huge encirclement, holding weapons in hand, and cautiously surrounded a gravel-strewn field in the plain.

However, no one noticed that Song Qingshu gently pushed the frame of his glasses, and a cold light flashed from the corner of his eyes.