How Am I Still Alive?

The west entrance is not big, but the port is not small, it is the lifeblood of the city.

In the past, boats came and went, cars came and goods left.

Inside the port are transport belts and containers, outside the port are fishing boats and cargo ships with thousands of sails, and in the adjacent area, there are also ship repair yards and shipyards.

But now, the port has completely fallen.

"Boom!"

When the Tianya with thunder light descended from the sky, the defenders were stunned.

The continuous light blue flashes spewed out from the former dock area, and the continuous "mortars" hit the human positions, making large pits, and there were flashes of light representing departure.

The power is not great, and the accuracy is very subtle, but the speed is extremely fast. Once it bursts, it will at least have the power of a mortar, so it is difficult to defend against.

".In the past, didn't there be 'Tianya' at least on the tenth day?"

The veterans were a little puzzled and uneasy, but they couldn't deal with it.

That was not a special spell, but the elite murlocs who had awakened the "Thunder Thunder" ability. With the loosening of the world's rules, more of their innate abilities could be used.

The frequency of bombardment is not high, and the chance of awakening this powerful talent is not high, and there are probably only a dozen or so here and there.

But with enough range, they only need to stay in the "dock barracks" to stably bombard the human frontline around the dam.

In the past, even if the "Ten Arrow" appeared, it was basically in the middle and late stages, and the human side also prepared a commando. Now that the front line is getting more and more miserable, a surprise attack is equivalent to giving away a human head.

"Not good"

I don't know who is the first to tell the well-known facts.

The situation is far from bad, it has already reached a desperate situation at high speed.

Ordinary murlocs are so much stronger than the naked eye, and the large-scale strengthening of cannon fodder is, in a sense, the most desperate thing.

The only reason why the murlocs didn't attack aggressively was because their strength improved too fast, and all kinds of siege equipment and equipment didn't keep up.

Now, the "barracks in the dock area, shipyards, and ship repair vehicles" are all roaring, and the murloc technicians are working overtime to complete the transformation and upgrading of war equipment.

Taking 1987 as the standard, the technical level of Shakrai murlocs is actually a bit higher than that of humans.

But they can't bring most of the things, and even if they bring them, they can't use them directly.

Each world has its own rules and laws of physics. They need a certain amount of time to adjust and rest. They need to analyze local machinery and spell items to adjust their own war equipment.

This is the trouble with warring races. They will not charge mindlessly and meaninglessly like the "monsters in the uncharted realm". When they determine the decisive battle, they are basically sure to win.

Veterans on the defensive line all know that the roaring sound of overtime work in the opponent's factory is actually the death knell for their own side.

The advantage on my side is actually a larger number of high-end combat forces, and the one at the core of the theater, the super boss who suppressed the rising river.

In the past, at this time, raid teams, sneak attack teams, and even large-scale bombing teams were already on the way, and all kinds of powerful mutations and supernatural murlocs were the focus of hunting.

In the early stage, humans should be on the offensive side, using superior low-level, cannon fodder combat power to attack frontally, using various elite squads as arrows or even hunters, smashing each other's camps and strategic points one by one, and hunting down the rare ones. Units and war machines, to prevent the other party from forming a joint force, let alone pull up the entire military camp.

As long as the fight is broken enough in the early stage, even if the opponent's reinforcements continue to flow, it can still last for a long time. A priest with a large number of followers and slaves is a big problem, and a priest who is alone is the reward point of the event.

But now, there's only bad and worse news

"The Weilai team withdrew, and they left a defense zone that needs to be filled."

"Karin and her regiment have also left, and the healers among them withdrew early."

"The 'Blood Blade' team has evacuated. This time they came to train newcomers, and the newcomers were directly forced out."

At this moment, various teams withdrew from the front line for various reasons of the past or obvious nonsense.

This is not a high-quality combat power that can be assembled casually. Those who can be nailed to the front line used to be quite famous small teams. Now their departure brings a wave of secondary combat power to leave. Constantly loosening the morale of the army.

"...Maybe, we're going to refresh the record for the shortest ending."

"A wave of flat pushing? It's ashamed to throw it home."

"Or, let the recruits withdraw, lest they will be really confused and drag others back."

Some people see through everything, but they can't change it.

Looking at the barracks not far away, and the occasional thunderstorms, the veterans were very anxious, and even hoped that the opponent would take the initiative to attack instead of waiting for the situation to deteriorate.

"Let me go and talk to Ms. Zhou, I can't go on like this."

".Is this appropriate? She has to save her strength to deal with the next burst of river water. I remember it was said in the guide that every time she makes a move, it means that the next shot will be later, and the water will rise faster. Frontline It will collapse."

"If she doesn't make a move now, there will be no next time. I'm not talking about the battlefield. I'm talking about losing her mind and running away."

In a sense, this is the gap between the secret realm and reality. In reality, you will be held accountable if you accept the mission and become a deserter, but here.

Waiting to be pushed by others? When the army is defeated like a mountain, do you still expect to earn some experience? When others surround you, it will disappear in a few seconds.

It is determined that the odds of winning are getting lower and lower, and it will end tomorrow, and some people start to retreat.

And the defense zone he vacated made the team next door, which was starting to feel uneasy, also have to consider retreating or leaving.

Withdrawing and withdrawing, the front line will collapse the next day.

"Okay, let's go invite her together."

Ms. Zhou, Zhou Suyin, the sixth-level "wild boss with a back injury here (setting)", is also a strategic weapon for the human side of the secret realm.

Her prototype is the real boss of the Church of Redemption, a core executive of an organization up to the seventh rank.

She used to be a well-known beautiful saint, a former idol singer, and had countless suitors and admirers, including beings from other worlds.

And as a "dancer", his dancing posture is graceful, and it is said that if a demon descends into the world, it can make gods and Buddhas tempted.

"Okay, I'll make a move right now, you guys wait. Little juniors, don't worry, the desperate situation I encountered back then was much worse than this one, and reinforcements will come sooner or later."

With a flat body like a bucket, thin clothes that are too bright green, and dyed curly blond hair, Aunt Zhou, who is an "aunt" in every way, took a fan and a water bottle and walked onto the stage just like in the past.

This former idol dancer is now particularly interested in folk yangko and exotic rock disco, and he comes here to recuperate from his injuries during the day and at the dance hall at night.

Her attire is also half folk and half rock, leather jacket and jeans with traditional dance clothes, very good facial features turned into thick powder and heavy makeup. Frankly speaking, it challenges the lower limit of aesthetics of young people ten years later.

The graceful dancing posture in the past, now because of his consistent body, no matter how he jumps, it always reminds people of group gymnastics.

In ten or twenty years, maybe there will be a more appropriate title - street bully, square dancing retired aunt!

".I heard that there are people who came to see her dance. I really don't know what they can see."

"You don't understand this, right? A dancer uses rhythm and posture to 'attract and please' God or nature, and achieve a certain resonance. The key point is actually rhythm and various dancing skills. Look at her steps. The beat is absolutely perfect. In her state, she should have returned to the basics long ago, and she can dance any way she wants."

"...Is this the reason for dancing yangko in front of God? I always feel that something is wrong there."

Amidst the nagging, the aunt hadn't walked to her square, but the change had already happened.

Under everyone's puzzled eyes, a super train composed of a lot of monsters and murlocs was speeding towards it.

And what they were chasing seemed to be a flying figure in the sky ahead.

"Look, is it a bird?!"

"Oh, it's an airplane?"

"No, bastard."

Among the crowd, Mao Mao, who had just arrived, pointed angrily at the heartless one above.