Walterpole Cullen faces the most tense juncture of his life, albeit a life of resurrection from the dead. In front of him are two mid-to-high-level combat class NPCs, and both of them are ranged classes, but he himself is just a life class.

The atmosphere is solemn, and the situation is about to erupt.

Suddenly, he spread his hands, whistled, and said with a hippie smile: "Two, two, don't get excited, just kidding." Fire-eyed witch, you can't even afford to make a joke, can you? ”

"Quack, boy, it's useless for you to talk this nonsense." The Fire-Eyed Witch sneered, and the magic book flashed with orange light again: "After all, it's also an old neighbor, do you think I don't know your little tricks?" It's just to distract us, and that whistle before talking nonsense is your trick, right? Rotten vultures? Or a ghost wolf? What do you want to summon? ”

Sou!

Nietzsche, the haze shooter standing in the mist, reflexively kicked the ground, leaned over and jumped away, narrowly avoiding the Frankie who turned into a blood shadow - [Blood Red Raid]! The Fire-Eyed Witch couldn't dodge, and was hit by the surprise attack from behind, forked on the skull spur in Frankie's shoulder, and the whole person was pushed one meter off the ground!

"It's too ungrade to summon those, if you want to summon it, of course, summon a big guy. Having a reliable baby just doesn't make the difference. While Frankie was passing by, Walter Poyler took the magic book from the Fire-Eyed Witch's hand, weighed a few handfuls, and shouted to Frankie: "Hey, don't eat it up, save some for the boss!" ”

And then......

He was suddenly stunned, his face became strange, and he ran after Frankie: "Hell, there's a Nietzsche here—wait for me!" ”

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The fog that permeated the barracks seemed to pervade, thick or light, gray or white, making it difficult to distinguish. It condenses sparkling droplets of water on the skeleton soldiers, which is interesting at first glance.

In another corner of the fog......

What to do? Su'er looked at the ugly monster carefully, and her little brain flew through many battle plans. Dad said that you must pay attention to the enemy and use your own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses.

The opponent's [Soul Armor] uses multiple bewitched soul fires as magic shields, which can hide their own soul fire while effectively blocking attacks under the interference of the wavelengths of each soul fire. But at the end of the day, the nature of the soul fire is still fragile, and a few melee attacks can break the magic;

The opponent's [Piranha Flower Bite] is very powerful, but due to the damage of the wand, it cannot be used a second time;

The cast speed of the opponent's [Pollution Ball] is too fast, so people don't have time to react;

The opponent's [Akatsuki Curse] is also not to be underestimated, and with the super fast casting speed, it is simply uninterrupted on the body;

The opponent's [Dark Healing] can restore your HP.

To sum up, Plato's combat method of the Death Sacrifice is mainly based on support, and the offensive magic has only one [Dirty Ball], which is a guy who is difficult to deal with if he is pulled away. Either go up and kill him, or sit back and wait for him to run out of mana.

And what about yourself?

[Necromancy: Sweetheart's Secret Order], [Princess's Invitation Dance], [Whiteblade Twist]...... Of the three skills he has mastered, only [White Blade Twist] can deal direct damage, but will the ugly monster get close again? Therefore, the only magic that can be used and has not yet been seen by the ugly monster is the [Princess's Invitation Dance]!

However, this magic is not lethal!

"Are you thinking about how to take me down?" The ugly monster glanced left and right, threw the broken staff in his hand, and shrugged his shoulders indifferently at Suo'er: "Use the puppets to pounce on me and surround me?" Or is it a defensive drain of my mana? You shouldn't be naïve enough to use your weird silk thread again, right? ”

With a few swirling fingers, he simply bandaged the wound on his arm with a soul silk thread, and snorted: "Ugly monster, don't pretend to be very powerful, I, I'm not afraid of you!" ”

"Really?" Plato sighed, his eyelids drooping, clearly losing interest in gossiping with the little girl. He raised his right hand lightly, and a [Dirty Ball] appeared above his palm, and it hit Su'er with a whoosh! Su'er sighed, hurriedly used the [Hand of Annihilation], and reluctantly took it.

At this time, a voice came from behind her: "Be calm, and use the environment around you to effectively fight the enemy." ”

It's Daddy! Su'er was so happy that she almost didn't jump, and at the same time, tears involuntarily overflowed her eyes.

"What, Your Majesty June Sunshine, are you here too?" Plato cautiously halted his offensive and looked around, but no one answered.

That's right! Seeing this, Suo'er couldn't help but suddenly realize: this dense fog is the same for both sides, and the visibility is only five meters, which means that the ugly monsters who don't have any detection magic can't see! If he wants to attack himself, he can only attack within five meters, and if he goes beyond this distance, he will not be able to continue fighting!

But you are not completely passive - the six puppets are an extension of your finger nerves, your own alternative senses! You can hide five meters away from the ugly monsters, and then let the puppets rush up and wear down the ugly monsters to death! In this way, he is completely invincible, and the other party is a flying insect waiting to be slaughtered in the cobweb! An opponent who can't be defeated on a daily basis can be defeated in this special scene!

Wiping away her tears, Suo'er clenched her little fists to cheer herself up: Come on, you will definitely be able to!

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When Qingyi found Suo'er, Suo'er was fighting with Plato, the sacrifice of death. Although he wanted to come forward to help very much, Qingyi was still ruthless, threw down a sentence and left. Because the daughter at least has the strength to protect herself, but what about the old immortal? His crutches could only chase away flying insects, and hitting Zeno was probably similar to tickling. No matter how you measure it, Qingyi has to favor Robert.

"Hey, is that okay?" Xue Duo asked in a low voice.

Qingyi shook his head: "The flowers in the greenhouse don't grow big. I don't know if it's good or not, but it's not bad after all. ”

"Cut, the so-called concept of the older generation." Xue Duo was silent.

Suddenly, a large clearing appeared in front of him, and it turned out to be a fierce flame that swept away the mist! In the middle of the clearing was a red-eyed Frankie, and a fiery-eyed witch who was dead forked against a wall. The Fire-Eyed Witch was unable to break free of Frankie's bone spurs with only one hand, so she simply used fire magic to force Frankie away. But what a character Frankie is, with his Iron Will, he would rather have the aroma of roasted meat than kill the Fire-Eyed Witch.

[Triple Torture].

The other arm of the Fire-Eyed Witch was also torn off, and the wound was shocking! Her hat fell, her hair was scattered, and she was screaming like a crazy woman, and she no longer had the arrogance she had when she first appeared: "You, you filthy and despicable beast, you dare-"

Qingyi stepped forward and cut off his head with a sword without hurrying, and the head was still chattering after it rolled to the ground, which was very weird. While the fire of the soul of the fire-eyed witch had not yet dissipated, Qingyi launched [Soul Replacement]. Frankie looked at the white bone door of Qingyi's incarnation with reverence - can it not be respected? After all, it's the place where it was born and raised.

The memories of the Fire-Eyed Witch flooded into her mind with a fiery sense of passion: she was the princess of Saramonroe, and her father doted on her, so to speak, she could have whatever she wanted; One day, a magister came to the palace as a guest, and on a whim, he began to learn magic by worshipping him as a teacher; In order to defend against the rebels at home, His Majesty decided to get help through marriage with neighbors, but he had to go to a strange country and live with a stranger for the rest of his life; Unwilling, very unwilling, I just have my own ideas, not against my father; Claim power from magic, then intercept enemies in the dungeon to protect your father; Who knew that power came at a price, and under the erosion of the elements, his face became ugly and his body shrank; Hate mirrors! Hate this country! Hate yourself! No one loves him anymore, and even staying with a stranger has become a luxury; After leaving the palace, the only thing that can accompany you is magic; Finally, under his own gaze, the country perished......

No way! This old woman is actually the eldest daughter of Sara Monroe V and a short-lived heroine in history! Qingyi woke up from his memory and couldn't help but be surprised. If it's really a human being, a hostile character turns out to be such a singing and crying guy. From this point of view, the game designers are not just a pain in the egg, but a little bit of real material.

After absorbing the Fire-Eyed Witch, Qingyi did not replace any new NPC subordinates, presumably strengthening his attributes on the magician's younger brother, so he didn't suffer a loss. It was only at this time that Qingyi could take care of Frankie, who was sitting obediently, and hurriedly poured a bottle of "soul potion" on Frankie's body: "Are you hard again?" You don't listen to what you say, it's really ......."

Frankie just giggled, his tail wagging slightly, and his paw pressed against the "Magician's Career Certificate" that the Fire-Eyed Witch had unleashed.

"Boss! It's so nice to meet you! ”

As if he had found an organization, Waltpole Cullen hurriedly ran through the fog and looked around with palpitations: "That Nietzsche...... Whew, that's just it, hehe. ”

When Qingyi heard this, he couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "Come less!" It's obvious that people have their own dignity and are unwilling to do anything to a life and professional NPC! Hey, what's on your hands? Spell books? It's still dark gold equipment, not bad...... The Vulture King is also dead? ”

"Ah, it's dead, because it's rubbish. Regardless of it, you can raise a few more if you want to raise a few more anyway. ”

Although Waterpole's tone seemed to be full of care, Qingyi noticed a trace of gloom in his eyes, and he didn't want to say anything at this time.

"Host, your daughter is good." Xue Duo said suddenly.

Qingyi turned his head and saw Suo'er appear with the only two guard zombies, and with one hand he was pulling the corpse three meters behind him - the Sacrifice of Death Plato. His bulging left eye stared at the sky, and his hatred was deep, as if he had to see the sky crumble before he could fulfill his wish.

On the other hand, Su'er's face was dirty, and it seemed that she was rolling in the dust; I don't know where the bow on my head went, how can I say that she is a little princess, and some people believe that she is a beggar in the slums. Qingyi was so distressed that she hugged her.

At this point, all three subordinates except Robert were present.

"June Sunshine!" At this moment, a sonorous and powerful voice shouted, so loud that it almost smashed through Qingyi's skull.