Headed by a tall woman, wearing black breeches, women's high boots, and a white blouse.

The black and white color scheme is simple and classic, which brings out her perfect body proportions.

Her appearance was shrouded in mist and mist, so she couldn't see clearly. Her hair fell down like a waterfall, but it was not blue silk, but white hair.

But unlike the old man's silvery white, her hair was pure white.

She has an unattainable majesty, like a leader commanding the three armies, and like a queen overlooking the world.

Behind this white-haired woman are six people with different costumes, some are wearing armor and blue spears, some are wrapped in black robes and hoods, some are wearing white exercise uniforms, with red hair all over their heads, even There is also a curly teddy.

The general in armor stared at the two parallel stars and said in a deep voice:

"Our saints are not very lucky, they entered a copy of the war!"

In one of the stars, there is a scene of the confrontation between the two armies. On the majestic city, the flags are flying, and the defenders in armor are either bending their bows and setting arrows, or pushing down wood and oil barrels to resist the city. of the siege enemy.

Farther away, there is a large winding river with a width of hundreds of feet. Majestic warships brave the wind and waves, with their sails inflated and their artillery roaring.

Several warships with a length of 100 meters were half submerged in the river, and the parts floating on the water billowed with thick smoke.

This is an epic war.

On the city wall, a tall and straight figure stands proudly, wearing armor, with five red, white, blue, black and yellow flags on his back, and holding an ancient Han Bafang sword.

His eyes flicked over the ghostly companions under the city, who broke into the enemy's formation alone, and his comrades who seemed to be incarnations of Vulcan, burning all enemies in the world, and finally, looked at the enemy's rear.

There was a six-meter-high eight-armed giant, whose muscles were like poured steel, and covered with twisted and weird runes. Behind him was a layer of turbulent thick fog.

The red-haired young man's eyes were bright, and he was eager to try:

"War dungeons are rare. When I participated in the killing dungeon, I didn't encounter this type. It's a pity, it's a pity!"

It is also a beautiful thing to be able to fight in such a battlefield and die in battle.

The war dungeon is the most tragic dungeon. It is a high-intensity fight from the beginning, until the corpses are scattered all over the field, and the dungeon ends.

Even the saints at the peak will die from exhaustion.

In addition, the difficulty and brain-burning of the war dungeon are recognized as the highest, involving formation of troops, resource allocation, command and so on.

There is nothing harder than winning a war.

At this time, the leading woman turned her head slightly and looked into the deep universe.

After a few breaths, more than a dozen meteors came rapidly, and also stopped in front of the two juxtaposed stars.

This group of uninvited guests was headed by three people. They were a handsome and elegant young man in black formal attire, with two silver studs embedded in his earlobe; In the shadows, like the god of death in western mythology; a "person" who keeps changing his body and gender.

Bishop Bing's King of Fear; the president of the Western Branch of the Psionic Society; the leader of the Southern Sect of the Nihility Sect.

The King of Fear stared at the white-haired woman, performed a gentleman's salute, and smiled:

"Marshal, I haven't seen you for many years. Are you still free now?"

"Shadow!" The red-haired young man replied in place of the woman, simply and rudely.

The white-haired woman raised her eyes, glanced at the King of Fear, and then continued to stare at the fierce battlefield. JrNovels.com