Reverse Resurrection Blue Buff of Global Gods

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Hundreds of students and parents were frightened by this brutal and unyielding war. The dwarves' bravery and fearlessness of death, as well as the centaurs' determination not to surrender, made all students and teachers witness it.

The tribesmen trained by the newcomers are so powerful.

The total number of troops from both sides was only a little over 2,000 units, but they fought thousands of units, creating a huge battle atmosphere.

Li Ruolan's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and her heart was bleeding as she watched the soldiers who had worked so hard for their students' lives fall down one by one on the charge.

Nangong Wanqing felt the same. She squeezed the cold jade hand of her best friend and comforted her with tears: "Your students have shown the majesty of our Sunflower Kindergarten and the fearless momentum of our Yulong Mountain Galaxy. His subordinates did not die in humiliation."

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The fall of the Lord of Thunder, as long as there are some gods behind the scenes, they will know some inside stories that outsiders cannot know. Therefore, the battle between Adolf and Zhao Qianye was not only watched by many big guys from the Yulong Mountain Galaxy, but also some information from the Black Dragon Mountain

The collectors are also watching the battle. Everyone is watching to see if the Yulong Mountain Galaxy is really going to die, or if there is a successor, there will not be an embarrassing situation of no success.

The fresh blood of a faction can often influence the direction of many wars. This is no joke. Especially in the super-god world, the wars between the Kingdom of God here can last for hundreds of thousands of years, and many big bosses of the Kingdom of God are fighting each other.

, they all shook hands and made peace again, because there was a steady stream of new people emerging from the enemy's rear troop transport base, so there was still a fight.

Do you really want to spend tens of thousands of years fighting in a war?

Therefore, the freshmen did not know the inside story of Zhao Qianye's battle, but university leaders such as Old Man Cai did. Because of this, when Li Ruolan begged Old Man Cai to intervene in this war, Old Man Cai used Tai Chi to

In a gentle and euphemistic way, he rejected Li Ruolan's proposal.

If sacrificing one Zhao Qianye can save hundreds of billions of creatures living in Yulong Mountain from a major war, then it will be unprecedentedly worthwhile for the senior management of Sunflower Kindergarten. The school leaders under the Goddess of Dawn have no

One of them is mentally retarded, how can they not pity their students? But for some things, someone always needs to make sacrifices.

On the battlefield!

The dwarf warriors fell one by one on the charging road. Even if they were seriously injured, they did not put down their weapons. They did not stop falling until they were hacked to death by centaur warriors and could no longer move.

Little Oss, Little York, and Blair, these fearless warriors, had tears in their eyes, but no one stopped to remember their dead compatriots.

Finally, the dwarves charged with fearlessness and sacrificed nearly a quarter of their battle losses, and finally cut off the centaur team from the center of the battlefield and divided it into two.

"No, this is absolutely impossible!"

The centaur warriors were shocked by the bravery of the dwarves. They shouted wildly, and finally a rout began in a small area.

"Kill them and avenge their dead compatriots."

Little Os raised his war hammer and roared angrily to boost the morale of his fellow dwarves. He turned his arrow again and thrust it diagonally towards the centaur team on the right.

The fighting begins again!

This battle lasted from noon until the sun set at noon. It lasted for more than two hours, and the entire battlefield was dyed red with blood.

Even the most ferocious and bloodthirsty centaur warriors were frightened to death by the fierce and fearless dwarves, and there were many routs.

"No, don't kill me...I surrender, I surrender..."

Some warriors among the centaurs who were not firm in their faith began to throw down their weapons and surrender.

"We surrender, we surrender..."

Like some kind of contagious disease, when the first centaur warrior surrendered, there were less than two hundred centaurs, all injured, and they dropped their weapons in fear.

Little Os stood on the mountain of corpses piled up by centaur corpses, looking at the tribesmen who fell to cover him one by one, with tears streaming down his face.

When he heard that the centaur warriors finally surrendered and admitted defeat, his tense expression suddenly revealed a hint of relief.

But at this moment, a centaur not far away ran towards me with his hooves raised, determined to die, shouting: "For the sake of my god and the glory of the tribe, you executioners, suffer death!"

A long-handled sharp knife was thrust straight into little Os.

The gleaming tip of the knife, stained with blood, flashed with a stinging cold light, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to deliver the most fatal blow to the enemy.

"No……"

The dwarves screamed in anger.

At the critical moment, a strong body flew and blocked the back of little Os.

"puff!"

The sharp blade pierced through, and the scarlet blood was dazzling, like an overturned red dye vat.

"No...Uncle Blair!"

Little Aos turned his head stiffly and saw a scene with splitting eyes.

He swung the sledgehammer in his hand, jumped up, and killed the despicable man who attacked him. But when he turned around, he saw Uncle Blair with a relieved smile, and smiled at him reluctantly and feebly: "I didn't let you down, Ni.

But my aunt’s instructions, our king of the red furnace..."

Blair was stabbed through the chest with a long-handled sharp knife, vomited blood and fell to the ground, then convulsed... and died.

"ah……"

Little Os looked up to the sky and burst into tears, furious, "Why, why is this happening? Ah...why are my closest relatives always the ones who die? Why?"

The sharp-sword team composed of dozens of fanatics now has less than 30 people. The remaining dwarves alive are actually tribesmen whose original beliefs were not pure. At a quick glance, less than half of the warriors can stand.

They clutched the handles of their weapons, and their overwhelming anger caused them to vent all their anger on the handles in their hands. The handles made of steel creaked when they held them. But they gathered around in silence, and shed tears.

They looked at their king with a smile on their face.

"Sir Os, we want revenge. For the sake of our dead compatriots, we want to kill all these despicable sneak attackers!"

Little York roared with tears in his eyes, "And for the sake of Uncle Blair who died, we have to kill them all and chop off their heads to pay homage to these brave dead soldiers."

"Revenge! Revenge!"

The living dwarves beat their chests and roared, like lions on the verge of despair, roaring in despair.

Os Redfurnace looked at the dead Uncle Blair for the last time and turned around decisively.

Facing his compatriots, he raised the sledgehammer in his hand, filled with anger into the sky, and uttered the most vicious curse oath, "Cut off their heads and forge the glorious crown of my Red Hearth clan! For the sake of the dead compatriots, even more...

Living warriors, from today on, let all creatures fear and fear our dwarves from the Red Hearth Clan!"

The battle at this time was no longer a battle between gods, but a strangulation order issued by one ethnic group against another. The centaur's despicable sneak attack finally made the dwarves go crazy collectively.

Adolf's heart was bleeding when he saw that the situation was over, but he knew that he had to think about his own future, so he said to Zhao Qianye like a thief: "Poor man, you have gained my respect, let your subordinates stop!

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