The Minotaur Lord is as strong as an impassable mountain.

It has a health bar of 10,000 lives that no player will regenerate any desire to look at!

The giant axe in your hand can collapse any team in an instant with a full swing!

Such a powerful strength!

However, at this moment.

The Minotaur Lord is starting to panic!

These ignorant and weak humans seem to be unable to kill them no matter how much they kill! He had just killed a large group of humans with all his might, and within a few moments, the next wave would appear!

Until now, it has killed many of these ants, and although the corpses have turned into white light and drifted away, the blood on the ground has flowed all over the camp! Mixed with rainwater flowed out of the gate. The entire Minotaur Lord camp has been dyed blood red for many miles!

They're like ants, hateful mosquitoes, trying to suck a mouthful of your blood and then being slapped to death. Then another group came, tried to suck a mouthful of blood, and then slapped to death......

Until now, the Minotaur Lord was really scared. There are so many of these tiny creatures that they will suck their blood out in one bite!

And now this batch of mosquitoes, although there are not many of them. But it's clearly more powerful than the ones that came before it! Even most of them are wearing armor!

There are still more than thirty members left in the novice village of the Night Chill Guild in this region, and they are all gathered here at this moment!

Most of them wear white armor, which ensures that they will not be hit by the Minotaur Lord for a second.

And the Night Cold Guild has a great cause, as long as people don't die, they can use expensive HP potions to keep filling up their lives!

"Up!"

At the sound of an order, more than 30 people got up and moved, and quickly approached BOOS without the slightest hesitation.

These members of the Night Chill Guild have all been trained in countless game dungeons and various duel battles! They don't hesitate, they never fear death. They have long been unified in their minds, they have only one thought:

As long as the boss does not give the order to retreat, even if he is about to die, he will not waver, stick to his position, and control his due operation!

He's coming, he's coming! Here come these abrasive goblins again!

The Minotaur Lord collapsed, if it hadn't been enforced by the system, it is estimated that it would have broken down and given up resistance long ago!

Barley!

Mechanically swing the giant axe and carry the -1, -1 damage! The Minotaur Lord blasts his axe to the ground!

Rumble!

There was another loud bang, and all the players of the Night Cold Guild were bloody!

During this time, the Minotaur Lord also revealed his own blood bar! There are still more than 600 lives left in the beginning! After being set on fire by the players of the Night Cold Guild, they lost more than 100 lives!

"Withdraw! Holy Messenger on top! ”

Since the attacked state of the dungeon could not directly use the recovery potion to increase health, more than 20 of the more than 30 people retreated to the side and began to add blood.

As rehearsed in advance, the Holy Messenger left behind did not fight hard with BOOS, but kept moving to avoid the general attack!

"On top! Dry again! ”

Savage Rush!

Maybe it was because Zhao didn't cool down well, and the angry Minotaur Lord used a single attack, and the horns were sharp, and he lowered his head and quickly crashed into the players of the Night Cold Guild!

"Ahh

"Huh!"

There are two little short legs that can't dodge, and they are instantly killed by the savage charge of the minotaur!

"Withdraw!"

"Go up and do it again!"

"Go up and do it again!"

Five minutes later, the Minotaur Lord is in danger!

The routine used by the Night Chill Guild is very simple, which is to use the recovery potion to slowly grind BOOS to death!

But this simplest routine is not used by ordinary people!

Because it's all about smashing with money!

Outside the gate, Ye Jinghai in the dark and the thunderstorm were motionless.

"It should be about the same, but it always feels a little weird!" Ye Jinghai said.

Thunderstorm: "I know what's wrong! ”

Ye Jinghai: "Where?" ”

Thunderstorm: "The sound is wrong! ”

Ye Jinghai: "Grass! You don't say I almost forgot! I was almost yin! ”

Just when Ye Jinghai suddenly realized, Voldemort in those dark places not far from them appeared!

They were not in a hurry, one after another, and more than a hundred level 10 players came out!

"Grass! A scheming with all special meows! ”

Ye Jinghai scolded! But still did not move.

"What do you mean?"

The leader of the Tieba Alliance guarding here [Stealing Huan] asked.

To draw an end, he didn't come in person because he held his own identity, and he was ordered by the captain to complete the commission task. Now in the face of this tenth-level player with more than 100 numbers, he is also worried.

"You know!" Voldemort said calmly.

"Everyone, give me a sticker, and the alliance will give me a face!"

Secretly happy hopes for reconciliation.

"You guys stick it and the alliance usually does all kinds of evil, bullying the weak and doing evil. Bullies collude with profiteers, and they don't count with you beforehand. But today is about the blood of Lord BOOS. The best weapon, those who are destined to live in it! You should understand that you can't stop it! ”

"There's nothing to say about that, take people's money and eliminate disasters for people. Let's fight! ”

The ghost swordsman named Stealing Huan was no longer ambiguous, and immediately ordered dozens of people under his command to prepare for battle!

For a moment, the sound of battle resounded through the forest again.

In just one day, thanks to the blood of a minotaur lord, tens of thousands of players have been killed in this forest!

"Boss! There's a fight outside! ”

"Leave it alone! It's called the end of winter. Speed up and kill BOOS! ”

Winter cold, the second-in-command of the second-in-command of the Night Cold Studio! At this moment, he is walking behind these lone wolf players with three sharpshooters!

"Attack!"

The cold order has been given, and the three Grimm machine guns are attacking indiscriminately in turn, and any player who dares to approach the lord's gate will be plugged in the first place! Among them, there are people from the Tieba Alliance who were accidentally injured and died!

No one noticed the cold light in the eyes of the captain of the Tieba Alliance this time.

No one noticed that a small goblin was quietly approaching the gate by the edge of the fence.

"Huh? Where did the goblins come from? ”

One of the three sharpshooters spotted the goblin with a knife in his hand, just as his Grimm was on cooldown.

"There's a goblin in in, kill it!" The man said to his companion.

"There are too many players, and the waste of the Tieba Alliance will be unstoppable immediately! It's just a creature, leave it alone! ”

Although this companion said this, he swept it over casually!

Sudden Sudden Rush!

"Grass! Not dead? ”