"Let's go!" Yang Sheng took Jean with him, whistled, and walked towards the other map. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because one of the Crusader teams was killed by Jean, word quickly spread to the other teams.

"Damn, isn't it just a werewolf, at most a big boss-level strength, there are so many of us, I'm afraid of an egg." These professional players who call themselves super guilds can't swallow this breath.

Destroy the werewolf stronghold, they don't have the strength or the guts, but if it's just a werewolf, they are not afraid.

"Gather the men and horses, and let the people in the other main cities come over as well." The team leader who was hung up had a blue face, and he died too much just now.

The players of the Crusader Guild who stopped in the Storm stronghold were divided into countless small teams, and faintly, surrounded the entire Storm Stronghold, and they wanted to find Yang Sheng and the werewolf beside him.

Yang Sheng didn't know about this, because Yang Sheng never thought that this group of guys would dare to make a move on werewolves.

"What are you doing in a panic!" The god of death, who was killing monsters, saw that the people in his guild were searching for something, and unconsciously asked.

"Uh, Brother Death, we're looking for someone, I heard from the leader of the third regiment that there was a guy named Night End who broke through their encirclement and killed several people in our guild." The next mage replied, and as he spoke, he was a little incredible, this guy called Night End really has such magical powers? A person who dares to make a move against a super guild?

What he didn't know was that the three regiments hung up entirely because of a werewolf, and the people of the three regiments consciously didn't say it, because they felt that it was too embarrassing, and this pot was naturally thrown on Yang Sheng.

The Grim Reaper was a little surprised, because he had always felt that the guy named Night End didn't look like an impulsive person.

"Maybe it's in a hurry." The Grim Reaper didn't think too much about it, and he said to the people around him: "If I meet him, I will find a way to keep him as much as possible, and then send you a message." ”

"Hehe, there is a big brother of death to make a move, I guess he doesn't need us to come, he is already dead." A priest next to him flattered.

"He's strong, I don't want to stress it to you a second time." The Grim Reaper glanced at the priest who spoke.

"Yes...... Yes" Looking at the grim reaper's cold gaze, the priest shuddered and nodded hurriedly.

Yang Sheng, who had broken through the blockade of the Crusaders, had already killed the orcs with Jean.

Jean is a high-level elite werewolf with serious level suppression, and it is effortless to kill these half-orcs in their forties, basically a little bit of a knife.

"Night, why are you fighting so slowly, I've already killed a lot of orcs." Jean walked over with a greatsword.

The corners of Yang Sheng's mouth twitched, if I were fifty or sixty levels, I wouldn't be one by one.

"Oh, I'm practicing my fighting skills, and the skills ......" are a little lacking in confidence.

Yang Sheng's elegant position attracted Jean, they werewolves, they never move out of position or anything, and lifting a knife is a dry meal.

"I see, you humans, it's really different." Jean scratched his head.

The half-orcs killed by Jean were not counted on Yang Sheng, so when Yang Sheng killed for more than two hours, he finally completed the task requirements, and the two prepared to return to the stronghold.

Bang bang bang bang ~

Suddenly, dozens of magic balls and a large number of arrows suddenly appeared in all directions, all of which flew towards Yang Sheng and Jean.

Yang Sheng's face changed greatly, he never expected that this group of guys would really dare to attack the werewolves, and they didn't want to die?

Shadow Incarnate.

Yang Sheng turned on the shadow incarnation, dodged these magic balls, looked at the flying arrows, and rolled on the spot, but there were still a small number of arrows that landed on Yang Sheng's body.

"Boy, if you dare to kill our Crusader Guild, I think you're impatient." A mage at the head glared at Yang Sheng.

"It's you despicable humans again." Jean was attacked, furious, and let out a low roar in his throat, and his whole body was tumbling with red blood, and he galloped towards these men of the Crusaders.

"Grass, what is that werewolf, attacking so high?"

"I guess it was summoned by that kid, brothers, it!"

There were about two teams here, more than eighty players, and in an instant, more than a dozen of them were killed by Jean in seconds, and the rest of them scattered one after another.

"The shield battle guardian knight goes up, the ice freezes it, the priest is optimistic about the amount of blood, and he will kill this wolf for me from a distance." The head of the regiment began to command in an orderly manner.

It's just that they seem to have ignored one person, and that is Yang Sheng.

Looking at Jean, whose blood volume began to decline, Yang Sheng became angry, although Jean was just a werewolf NPC, not a player, but Yang Sheng had already regarded it as his teammate, and it was impossible for Yang Sheng to go.

Glancing at the positions of these teams, a sneer appeared on the corner of Yang Sheng's mouth.

Yang Sheng locked onto a shield battle, teleported away with the Ghost Step, and then activated the Frost Pulse.

There are about seven or eight MT professions here, they are well-equipped, plus they are treated by wet nurses, although there is pressure, they can still withstand Jean's attack, which is not what Yang Sheng wants to see.

The frost pulse spread instantly, and eight MTs, including a dozen melees, were all frozen and immobile.

The MT profession basically has the skills to decontrol and avoid control, and at the moment, they have started to decontrol.

The next moment.

These players have hundreds of points of true damage on their bodies at the same time.

The true damage of the Frost Pulse affects a range of fifteen yards, so these players, in an instant, will have to take a large amount of true damage at the same time.

"My grass, something, the blood is falling so fast, I can't add it." Even those who heal desperately add blood, but due to the continuous release of control by players, the true damage is wave after wave, coupled with Jean's crazy attack, even the chief MT can't withstand it.

One corpse after another kept falling, and the treatments in the rear were all dumbfounded, how could they add this kind of damage.

Without MT's restraint, Jean was so powerful that he scattered the players and fled.

"Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw!" Without MT, the two regiment commanders led by them were also panicked and could only run away.

In this ambush, the crusaders were defeated, and Yang Sheng also took the opportunity to kill more than a dozen of them, and a lot of equipment exploded on the ground.

"Rich, windfall!" Yang Sheng's eyes lit up and he began to pick up the equipment that had fallen on the ground.

These players, the equipment is very good, at least half of the body is gold equipment, Yang Sheng returned with a full load, just gold weapons, he picked up three, more than a dozen other gold equipment, dozens of silver equipment.

"It's cooler than taking out a lord." Yang Sheng couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

"We need to get back to the Storm Stronghold, in case these humans come and attack the Storm Stronghold, we can be prepared." Jean frowned.

When Yang Sheng heard this, he almost didn't fall down and attacked the storm stronghold? Even if the entire Crusader Guild is dispatched, they don't have that strength.