Although the Sword of the Firmament is still only a medium-sized guild, of course, the food that appeared in front of his house will not be missed, and soon most of the personnel of the five elite regiments will appear, and even the second-echelon personnel from the twenty-first to the fortieth regiments will also appear on the scene, plus the ordinary regiment of the guild, two hundred or so people will surround this place without leaking water - it is obvious that there are still people on the periphery.

Although the game was divided into a single-player version before its fifth release, everyone knows that the online version and the single-player version are two different things, and the management said after some discussion that they would draw an elite team to test the waters.

Although the middle-aged president is confused about small things, he is not confused about big things, otherwise the Sword of the Sky would not be able to rank in the middle of the alliance.

"Do you want my Sixth Regiment to go up and try it? Xu Xiaoshi looked at the president at this time and smiled.

Then Marceau saw the head of the regiment surnamed Lin jump out: "This kind of task, let's leave it to our fifth regiment!"

Marceau, who was nestled behind a dead tree lying in the woods, looked at the twenty-four centaurs in the five regiments with an idiotic look, preparing to die - these guys, do they think they are facing the idiot monsters in the novice copy, the idiom and adjective of the self-righteous stupid seem to be used specifically to describe their kind of existence.

"Little one, do you think they can succeed. The old dwarf sat down beside the kitten.

Marceau smiled a little shyly: "Marceau, I always feel that these kobolds are not so easy to solve. In front of the elders, it is better to be a kitten with a tail between them.

"You can see clearly, in fact, it is okay for young people to be vigorous, and it is also a brave virtue to be able to calmly face the death that is coming, but it is stupid to take one's companions towards a meaningless death for the sake of one's own face. Bai Mei said this, took out six fixed ammunition from his ammunition bag, erected his shotgun, and stuffed the bullets into the bomb bay on the belly of the gun: "But this is the young man's own business, old man, I have to prepare first, maybe I will have to fall into a melee in a while." ”

"Why do you think so? Marceau poked out half of his head and looked at the dog-like lord.

"Seeing twenty-four alive humans rushing towards him from this place, even the most stupid kobold lord would be suspicious of our place. Bai Mei replied while adjusting the mechanical sights on the shotgun: "Little guy, I think you should also prepare, try to save the MP for the healing magic, one more healing magic, maybe one more unlucky person can survive." ”

"You're right. "Marceau is only level 4 now, and he just happened to get the first level of divine arts, in fact, the first-level divine skills should be level five to obtain, but in order to prevent priests, shamans, druids and other professions that can use healing magic from having no utility in the early stage, their first-level divine skills have been adjusted to level 4 when they are obtained, and the second-level divine skills are normal 1o level.

After thinking about it, Marceau decided to put poison on the blade of his tabula rasa, and there were still a few bottles of poison left after snatching his wallet yesterday, and now it seemed that it could still come in handy.

"Poison, little Marceau, are you the one who deserves it? White Eyebrow noticed that the kitten cub was carefully applying potion to his fist blade, and the old dwarf immediately reacted.

"No, I made some potions for minor injuries, and these are failures. After smearing the poison, Marceau withdrew his fist blade into his armguard: "Shamans who learn alchemy and use their own potions and potions will have a class bonus, just like a dwarven hunter like you, elder, is rewarded for learning engineers." ”

"yes, speaking of which, little one, do you have any herbal ingredients? ”

"I've heard the Prairie Elf NPCs say that their Herb Cultivation in the north will offer discounted herbs to the Arcane Brotherhood, Cat People, and Prairie Elves, and of course the higher the level of herbs, the higher the Prairie Elf reputation. ”

It was at this time that the twenty-four targets of the Fifth Regiment finally began to attack - of course, they still had some brains and knew how to hide themselves with trees and dead trunks, and not with a stupid group charge.

However, the process was different, but the result was the same, and the kobold crossbowmen soon appeared sneakily approaching the humans, so the kobold camp immediately reacted as quickly as possible - a wave of crossbow attacks, and then the melee classes and shamans among the kobolds began to approach under the cover of the crossbowmen and warlocks.

There are a total of four physical ranges in the five regiments, and they are completely suppressed, and there is a mage who wants to pretend to be a commander and throw an arcane missile, but he is nailed by six or seven crossbow arrows at the same time, and the base HD is only 1D4 (the minimum HP value obtained by upgrading to a level is 1, and the maximum HP value is 4), and the unlucky guy who is only level 4 is dead, with a crossbow arrow, and falls on the grass with a gorgeous action of turning 720 degrees in the air...... Apparently he was not saved.

"Shoot at a distance!Prepare to engage the enemy in close combat!Don't get up before the mage is engaged!" The regiment leader surnamed Lin also knew to let a few mages in his regiment be careful, maybe in his eyes, these kobolds were just a rabble.

Of course, most people felt so, but the ensuing close battle immediately shocked everyone, including the cat cubs, into a cold sweat - the seven kobold forwards with sword shields, hammer shields or axe shields and the five regiments put down seven members of the five regiments at the moment of contact, and then five slashed at the momentum, and the rest of the melee was all on the ground.

"Mage, run, don't crouch behind a tree and wait for death!Run in a zigzag pattern!Grease the soles of your feet!" While most of the people were still stunned by the results of the battle on this side, Bai Mei stood up suddenly, and the cat cub listened to the old man pull the trigger, and then saw a kobold who was mending the knife for the wounded with his head tilted and fell to the ground with a bang - it was obvious that a fur hat could not stop the erosion of a shotgun round bullet within the effective range, and a kobold who had his head smashed open could not continue to live.

"They're coming! Everyone's ready to take the enemy! Don't get too close in the melee...... The melee squad is trying to divide them!" the mascot leader didn't speak until this point, but he was right—after confirming the kobolds' skills, it would be impossible for them to get along with themselves and others.

In fact, at this time, there is no need for any reminder, and ranged players are either standing or crouching behind cover and shooting kobolds crossbowmen, while weapon throwing and melee classes have already begun to wait for kobolds to charge.

The three mages of the five regiments all fell in a pool of blood, and the luckiest one was nailed down by a crossbow arrow in front of Marceau's bunker, and the kitten quickly leaned out and pulled the unlucky guy over the trunk of the dead tree, at the cost of the unlucky guy being hit by a crossbow arrow in his ass when he climbed over the trunk of the dead tree, so the anemic mage inevitably entered a near-death state, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to stop the bleeding with his physique, so Marceau took out the potion from his pocket and poured it on him, and then handed him over to the priest who heard the sound - shaman and priest, There are also druids, paladins, and even a warrior who are experts in treating injuries, but it is better to leave it to the priest girl in this emergency.

"Little kitten of the Sixth Regiment, I owe you my life. The unlucky guy said with a grateful face.

"You're welcome. Marceau smiled at him, then took the single-tunnel pistol handed by a dwarven hunter, a hit-and-lose tactical weapon that, like a throwing weapon, was equally suitable for use at close range before engaging an enemy.

"Forty yards!" shouted the human ranger in the canopy.

"Steady, throw it into twenty yards!" the elder deserves to be the year of the tiger and wolf, and this voice is loud enough: "Whoever lost the axe! Don't lose the ...... again" Before he could finish scolding, he saw two counterweight axes fly one after the other towards the kobold who was jumping over a stake, and the victim with the sword and the long wooden shield had obviously noticed the whizzing counterweight axe, so the first axe was heavily nailed to the wooden shield, and successfully tilted the wooden shield, exposing its head to the flight path of the second counterweight axe...... So the second counterweight throwing axe slashed directly into the slender neck of the owner of the wooden shield.

At this moment, a slash appeared in the records of all the players present, and the victim's head rose to the sky, explaining the only result of the confrontation between Blade and Flesh with practical actions.

Marceau had already nested behind the dead wood by this time, and the kitten reached out and high-fived the white-browed old dwarf.

"Kitten, good job!" said the high-five, and the white eyebrows laughed and continued to reload.

"I've loved throwing since I was a kid. Marceau said - and it is true, Marceau was born with a genetic defect that prevented him from walking, and at a young age Marceau was obsessed with throwing darts, because Marceau, the male kitten, had no choice but to play the balls of yarn that girls loved.

"Thirty yards!"

Marceau poked out half of his head and glanced at the situation in front of him, since his own axe slashed, these kobolds have accelerated their proximity, and the kobold shaman has also begun to buff them non-stop, and the bluestone skin of a few kobolds holding square shields indicates that the petrified skin has acted on its body.

Kobold crossbowmen are now about a hundred yards away from the line of defense, and these kobolds who use large military crossbows are clearly more advantageous than the vast majority of rangers and hunters these days, except for veterans like White Eyebrows, who can occasionally hit, other ranged classes have been suppressed, and from time to time players leaning out to shoot will fall in a pool of blood wailing.

Marceau pulled out a crossbow bolt from the trunk of the tree, and now it was a crossbow arrow with armor-piercing ability, and there was a bloodletting groove between the two arrows, and anyone who was nailed by this thing would be in a state of bleeding.

Throwing away the crossbow in his hand, Marceau, seeing the opportunity, threw the counterweight axe in his right hand again, and flicked another counterweight axe with his tail a second later.

The first counterweight axe slashed directly into the left calf of the kobold with a log shield, and while it lost its balance and turned sideways to the left, the second counterweight axe slashed the kobold's neck with precision and ruthlessness, and the gush caused by the blood loss in the arteries sent the kobold on the passenger ship to hell in an instant.

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