"Brother Lin, Qin Yan, Meiqin, go support Bai Guo!" Tang Zheng's eyebrows furrowed; something must have happened to Lin Fachan, otherwise Lin Jing wouldn't have made that kind of sound.
"Okay!" The Old Soldier responded, and the three of them immediately picked up speed.
The Beastmen saw that a frontal breakthrough was difficult and, after leaving behind hundreds of Corpses, began to maneuver around both flanks, preparing to ambush the Warhammer team.
"It's no use, the Newbies run too slow, there are too many Beastmen, we simply can't kill them all!" Sha Ou was frustrated; these Green Skin Monsters actually had IQs and understood Tactics.
"Damn, there's another Transport Plane flying in from the horizon, run!" Lu Fan's distinct eyes darted about, recalling the idiom of Cao Cao quenching thirst by thinking of plums and shouted urgently.
The effect was good; the Newbies didn't waste time looking back to check and bolted headlong.
