Arthur stabbed a goblin in the head with a sword, but that didn't stop him, and the hoe quickly came up with a big axe in his hand to mend the knife, destroying their bodies as much as possible to stop them as much as possible.

Although the battles of the players are bloody and violent, and there are occasional magic thumping explosions, they are really nothing compared to the battles on the side.

In the city lord's hall, Sherlock and Samael were violently fighting each other, falling into the building complex from time to time, making a loud noise, and a series of magic arrays appeared in the sky, red laser washing the floor, and a series of explosions, and then countless special effects.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

Something like this.

"Although I have praised it many times, I still have to give full marks for this special effect."

Umegawa Kuko, who came down from the top of the building, was clean and clean, because he didn't participate in the battle from the beginning.

Arthur is covered in blood, but he hasn't died yet, and many players have already died once, but the airship has been operated by Yoda and flew to Winterfell, and the player only needs to be resurrected from the airship to replenish the troops indefinitely.

"It's not okay to keep fighting like this, we have to kill the boss! The mobs must be constantly refreshing! ”

Just when Umegawa Kuko came down, the burning chest hair holding two daggers, the wounds all over his body, and the place where the breastplate was scratched out of a big hole, and it was inevitable to repair it when he went back, he said excitedly:

"Quick! Pants to gather all the people in our guild, the mob is left to Sanren and other guilds, let's go fight the boss! ”

"Wo grass fights the boss?" Umegawa Kuko pressed the head of the burning shape and pointed to Sherlock, who was constantly punching at the opposite side in the ruins:

"How do you fight a boss battle like that?"

"Which game boss battle is not a death dozens of times?"

After the burning chest hair was finished, Arthur also nodded:

"Yes, I think the chest hair makes sense."

When Umegawa Kuko heard Arthur say this, he didn't refute it, and went to call someone.

Although Samael's minions are numerous, there are no more players who can be resurrected indefinitely.

The dozens of members of the [Harbingers Alliance] guild were drawn back from the battle, and it would not have much impact on the battle at all.

So on the battlefield, there was a very strange scene.

In the outer circle are more than a thousand players, fighting a steady stream of Samael's minions pouring in from all directions.

Not far away, Sherlock was fighting with the humanoid Sarmael.

The guild [Pioneer Alliance] composed of first-time test players is preparing for the boss station in the outer circle.

Sharpen weapons, distribute food, tactical play, and more.

The most important thing is the tactical way of playing, in the game "Dungeon", there is always only one way to play boss battles

Arrange a dozen anti-boss tanks, and then all DPS to the back of the boss to remote output, melee DPS at any time to die generously.

In addition, it is the tank responsible for fighting monsters, except for the shield accident, all the armor is taken off.

Hoe He had already stripped himself naked, even throwing his weapons on the ground, only a shield in his hand, and Yoda, who was standing on the airship not far away, was watching dumbfounded, but the players didn't care, NPCs, occasionally in a daze This behavior pattern can be understood.

And when everything was ready, Hoe He took up a huge shield as high as a goblin, and shouted with a light ass:

"Let's go! I'll go first! ”

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The battle between Sherlock and Samael continues, but it is necessary to support the player's resurrection mana consumption and deal with Samael's stormy attack.

After a bald fleshy wing grew from his shoulder, Samael's combat power simply soared to a new level.

The black carved spiral spear struck Sherlock's body with a swirling black magic.

However, the black tip of the spear was blocked by a rune shield full of magical power.

The shield suddenly appeared from Sherlock's hand, fending off Samael's attack.

"Sherlock, how about thinking about my suggestion again? Hand over Roki Lang Chemie's inheritance now, and I will spare you and allow you to become my loyal subordinate. I will open the gates of hell on earth once and for all, and then teach those who claim to be ......."

Samael's mouth was cracked open with sharp teeth, his scarlet eyes wide open, and he was excitedly talking to Sherlock about his plan.

It's just that before he finished speaking, an inaudible sound of breaking the air came from the back of his head.

Because the strength was so weak, Samael even instinctively ignored it.

But he had forgotten that he was still human.

"Poke"

An arrow stabbed into Samael's bare wings, which contained only a few black feathers.

The black liquid that flowed out quickly corroded the arrow, and the stick that had lost the arrow quickly fell, but Samael's wings were inevitably cut by a small hole in the bow and arrow.

Samael turned his head and saw a few naked goblins with shields not far away, and a goblin dressed in armor with a short bow in his hand, and it was obvious that it was the goblin who had just shot the bow and arrow.

And the other bare-bottomed goblins on the side shouted excitedly:

"That's amazing! Sister Gas! ”

"Cow Pi! I thought you were going to shoot Lao Xia in the head with this arrow! ”

"It's so good, Sister Gas is really working hard to practice her bow and arrow every day."

"The rise of archers began with Sister Gas."

Everyone boasted, and then the goblin, who was called Sister Gas, raised her short bow again, drew her bow and arrows in front of Samael, and said, "Whoosh!" ”。

An arrow flew over Samael's wing, but missed.

"It's okay, Sister Gas, come back again!"

"I'll do it too!"

"Wocao, don't shoot Lao Xia."

A group of players were chattering, and Samael's anger was growing stronger, and he was shot by this low-level and mentally retarded little greenskin, and he was already so angry that he lost his mind.

But Samael didn't have much of a chance to crush the players.

While Samael was distracted, Sherlock reached over with a hand, grabbed Samael's hair, and then pushed Samael all the way to the ground.

At the same time, he raised another fist and slammed it into the back of Samael's head.

And those players also rushed up with shouts, ready to take the opportunity to output.

(PS: I hope you can help my daughter choose a nice name, born in October, my surname is Wang, and my wife's surname is Zheng)