3647: C3647 Sweep the Sentries

C3647 Sweep the Sentries

Travel in the dark as day!

He could clearly discover everything in front of him!

They could use their powerful spiritual energy to carry out an indiscriminate investigation around them!

"Ah..."

"This is rather interesting..."

"These god race cultivator all look very absurd. But it is not the case..."

"In fact, he has a trump card in his bones..."

"It is just that we have overlooked it many times."

"Interesting, a little interesting."

"[I know that it's useless to be on the lookout, that's why I set up so many hidden sentries.]"

Faang Fann's lips curled up slightly, his eyes flickering.

"God Slaying Demon Legion!"

"Blood Asura Legion!"

"The two of you move together. You must eliminate all the sentries for me! "

"Remember!"

" No accidents must happen! "

"All operations must be careful!"

"It's best to act at the same time! Don't give the enemy any chance to react. "

Faang Fann nodded. His eyes narrowed, and a smile appeared on his face.

Slowly, the shop was fully paved.

In all aspects, he felt that it was quite interesting.

They were really about to get close to these tens of thousands of God Race!

From the outside, these god race seemed to have really become rotten.

Even from far away, they could smell the rich wine fragrance!

Apart from that, on top of the bonfire, all kinds of delicious barbecues were also fully displayed.

If it was a show, could it be done so realistically?

It was true even if it was fake...

Who could tell whether it was real or fake...

Maybe it was this move.

Faang Fann nodded. He had a sense of propriety in his heart.

"Faang Fann brat..."

"Where... where is the way to get rich that you mentioned earlier?"

"Hu..."

"[You didn't lie to me, did you?]"

"I... I'm clearly a little excited..."

"You can't fool me in all these aspects..."

"Faang Fann, tell me your plan..."

"Faang Fann, kid..."

Bai Piao rubbed his hands and rolled his eyes. That was all he was thinking about.

"Don't worry!"

"I won't let you, the logistics officer, come here for nothing!"

"Later, there will be a good day for you..."

Faang Fann licked his lips and looked into the distance. His thoughts were also silently moving.

What should come, would always follow.

All kinds of interesting things were being combined.

A few minutes later, rahu walked over with a few dozen Storage Ring in his arms.

At this moment, his body was more or less stained with the scent of blood.

"Hu..."

"Master, everything is settled..."

"This is their Storage Ring..."

"Master, all the sentries and sentries have been taken care of... "

"Master, they will definitely have a new batch of sentries..."

"Should we wait here?"

Rahu, the commander of the God Killing Demon Legion, blinked his eyes and asked.

This involved a lot of things.

In every aspect, he naturally had to control everything, and he absolutely couldn't allow any changes to occur!

Now, he had already entered deep into the heart of the enemy. If he was not careful, it might be a disaster!

"Squat..."

"There's no need for that."

"Squatting here doesn't mean much..."

"Get ready..."

" Stab inside... "

"[If we encounter a sentry coming out, we can just kill him on the way.]"

"Since you want to become a sharp knife at the heart of the enemy, then charge forward with indomitable will!"

Faang Fann licked his lips. At this moment, he seemed to be getting more and more excited.

Interesting.

Continue the battle of power!

"Oh right, have you prepared the things I asked you to prepare?"

Faang Fann looked at Rahu and asked.

"Eh..."

"It's all done..."

" A total of 38 sets of intact god race soldier armor and weapons... "

"Master, this doesn't seem to be enough..."

"Why don't I go in and kill another batch of Protoss soldiers? Save more armor for Protoss soldiers?"

Rahu subconsciously said.

"No need, there's no need for that."

Faang Fann shrugged and said indifferently. At this moment, the corner of his mouth was raised, and the smile on his face gradually increased.

Interesting...

Then slowly follow me...

"Leave some people to temporarily carry out missions outside..."

"The rest of you can wait in Mini-World of Heaven Storage Pavilion for a while..."

"The rest of you, put on the uniform of the god race army and charge inside..."

"Remember, don't be impatient!"

"We must clear the camps one by one..."

"Try to find the god race's logistics officer's tent."

"Our ultimate goal is to find the god race's logistics officer's tent, and then seize the Storage Ring in his hands!"

"Once we succeed, quickly retreat!"

"Do you remember everything?"

Faang Fann licked his lips, his face revealing a ghastly expression.

"Yes, Master!"

……

A suppressed voice came from the air, and the excitement on everyone's faces was obvious. They looked at each other, and the feeling of excitement was getting stronger and stronger.

The fun slowly became more and more.

Things that were interesting would slowly accumulate.

When the time came, everything would be fully displayed!

……

Exploring one of the camps...

The aroma of barbecued meat became even stronger.

The fragrance of the meat accompanied the fragrance of the wine. Invisibly, it was very tempting...

Faang Fann sent the nomological heavy cannon legion to guard the surroundings, and then he led the people and walked on his own.

"Who are you? What are you doing?" (Deity Language)

"Are you here to drink?"

"Get out of here! Do you think you can barge into the Blood Bone Battalion as you wish?"

……

Faang Fann couldn't hear what they were saying. He just kept smiling like a smiling tiger.

He walked forward and drew out the Heaven Severing Sword...

"Kill!"

With a piercing sound, killing intent surged!

A rain of blood was pouring down from the sky!

Everything was in silence.

The smell of blood in the air kept gathering and gathering...

Slowly, it made people feel a little spicy and sore at the throat...

That feeling was slowly accumulating...

The smell of blood became even stronger!

"It's the enemy!" (God Language)

"Enemies have mixed in!"

"Quick... Quick warning!"

……

The Protoss roared. He wanted to stir up more trouble, but Faang Fann was already prepared.

Kill! The word kill surged!

Blood stained the entire military tent!0

"Master, seized 107 Storage Ring..."

"It should be a squadron of God Race..."

"Master, the Celestials have yet to discover our movements..."

"Do we still want to continue?"

Garen walked over with the Big Sword in his hand and snorted.

This tent did not encounter cultivator, who was at the Saint Venerable Realm. This meant that this squadron could only be considered average among the God Race.

They could be considered the outermost group.

Faang Fann was very clear about the elites of the Protoss army.

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