Sheng Yawei didn't ask Bafang's profession or what secret method he used, just like Bafang didn't ask Sheng Yawei why he believed him so easily, and he didn't doubt at all whether he was fooling her.

There are some things that professionals like them know by heart.

Every god-level professional has his own secrets, and if there are no secrets and adventures that are not known, how can he stand out from the high-level play? As long as it is not a person like Merlin, who has a fancy for Sheng Yawei, and tells Sheng Yawei everything in detail, probably all the great gods will hold some secrets that they don't want to mention to others.

It has nothing to do with trust, it's just an unspoken rule, no matter how close a friend is, he needs space, doesn't he? It's trust and dependence, and he never mentions the problem of his physique with Sheng Yawei, isn't it? Not to mention that he only belongs to the eight parties with shallow friendship. Of course, a large part of the reason why he didn't talk to Sheng Yawei was because of his quiet nature.

The more people who know the secret, the more risky it is, not because 'betrayal can happen at any time' or anything, but that there are some means to pry out secrets from unwanted mouths in every world, such as hypnosis in the 21st century, such as the soul searching forbidden technique in the Magic Continent.

Not asking, not listening, sometimes is the best way to protect your friends and protect yourself.

Just like Merlin, he rarely asks Sheng Yawei, who is full of secrets, and says that he is not curious? Curiosity is curiosity, this curiosity is not enough for him to ignore Sheng Yawei's scruples in vain, and get to the bottom of it. Anyway, he just needs to know that when he is in danger, Sheng Yawei will not have hole cards to use. Just don't save him if he dies.

Knowing this, what do you need to do with such clarity about other things? Just like you know how to use a computer to make life easier, and how every part of a computer works?

……

The natives were still frustrating against the demon foxes' attack on the inner city barrier, and while waiting for the natives to give the command, they rushed out and died with the foxes - just like the players they are so grateful to at this moment, they will be more desperate and have no way back than the players.

Therefore, the aborigines did not notice that the remaining players in the field were moving while fighting, quietly gathering in one direction.

All players move carefully, under Sheng Yavi's hard orders. Sometimes they choose to stay put, not to advance but to retreat. I didn't dare to sprint forcibly, for fear of exposing my attempts to do others and attract the attention of the fox clan.

The siege, or containment, is slow to enter the country. Slow is a little slower. But little by little, the encirclement was formed.

One minute

Ten minutes

A quarter of an hour

A magic hour

It's near!

Excited. Urgent, all kinds of emotions are different, but the action is more and more careful.

The extremely high combat quality determines that it is impossible for them to make mistakes at such a time. Drag others and drag yourself back.

"Arthur, this fox's strength may be more than the 6th order it shows, will it be discovered if we continue to get closer?"

"Commander, do you want to attack? If you don't attack, I think the fox will change position. ”

"It's a bit far away, and the risk is high," said a cautious girl, worriedly.

"That's no way, it's better to have a risk than to watch it get out of trouble, right?"

Sheng Yawei is such a decisive person? In fact, she doesn't need to say much, she also has a judgment.

I only heard Sheng Yawei shout softly: "Right hand, flower spirit, take advantage of now!"

Following the forbidden spell trajectory of Sheng Yawei's hand, except for the two named Bright Right Hand and Flower Spirit, all the pastoral gods and bow gods did not wait for Sheng Yawei to be reminded one by one, and without blinking their eyes, they threw away skills similar to the Holy Light Mark and the Beast Mark.

The cooperation for several days has made all the god-level players very tacit, and there is no need for Sheng Yawei to say that the direction of the casting skills is the same, but the position and target are different, so as not to make a wrong step and make a wrong step.

The skill is played, and the final battle begins.

Not only the players in the battlefield, but also the aboriginal professionals on the edge of the city also felt the air shake, and all the movements of the demon fox paused, and then

"Attack the one marked by the Flower Spirit!"

Sheng Yawei's speed of speech was one or two times faster than usual, and in the midst of the chaos, she called another person's name-

"Merlin. ”

Sheng Yawei didn't tell him much, because Merlin knew what he had to do.

……

There are only a few thousand players left in the City of Saint-Es, but the scene of more than 500 melee combat and all ranged skills rushing to a point is still spectacular

In the inner city, a huge group of holy light slowly rose, and there were many people in the light group, and an inexplicable aura spread in the inner city, and then expanded to the outside of the city at a terrifying speed, affecting the players and demonic beasts shuttling through the ruins

The performance of the fox beasts was equally terrifying, all the foxes, including the 8th-order foxes who attacked the enchantment fulcrum to a crumbling point and were in the middle of a battle with the mythical aborigines, all turned around and rushed towards the player frantically, even at the expense of being beaten by the aborigines who reacted, and they also rushed to the nearest distance with their last breath to blow themselves up. The number of foxes that could not be counted was running and screaming in unison, so mad and so exciting

And they did! The reaction of the foxes is the best proof of this.

With this mentality, the pace of the attack of the group of players suddenly accelerated.

Even if there is a dangerous aura behind them, they may be torn to shreds in the next moment, and even if their attacks sometimes do not even hurt their target's fur, the effect is minimal!

Above the inner city, a huge humanoid phantom condensed, and his facial features gradually became clear.

The humanoid phantom has a bit of Merlin's flavor in its appearance, but it has the majesty and sacredness that Merlin does not have, and his eyes are more ruthless and affectionate than Merlin's, looking at the people in the Lu War, with compassion.

I saw that the phantom who was dressed in a robe that resembled the priest's robe and looked like a twin like Merlin raised his hand

If anyone present can be distracted to appreciate the hand, then they will know what a real 'hand play year' is. Unfortunately, there is no one.

The perfect giant hand, which was not like what a human could have, was a little weaker, and combined with the prayers of hundreds of priests, turned into thousands of light runes, and submerged into every member of the human camp.

Everyone felt something, like something more in their body, and that wonderful feeling almost made them unable to control it, and moaned/moaned in shame!

Everyone felt very refreshed, even the dark professions who were obviously supposed to be completely repulsed by the Holy Light attribute did not feel comfortable all over the body! )