The warrior with his sword and shield in his hand turned his back to the crowd behind him, and stood in front of the black witch in a single manner. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If you observe this scene out of context, probably everyone will think that this is a big hero who guards everyone.

He stood before the witch of calamity, and took all the wrath of the evil forces in the place of the people.

Yes, that's the style of the first act of this battle.

The saint is transformed into witches, and the greedy and evil marauders are turned into adventurers who sacrifice their lives for justice.

They are like partners in justice, as if they are fighting to keep the peace on the island.

"The peace of Iceheart Island is guarded by us!"

It would be better if such lines were added.

The change in the style of painting has changed along with the characters of both sides.

However, what I just said doesn't seem to make much sense, because there are no bystanders in this battle, and there is no spectator perspective.

Because all the people who are in it are actors in this big play, and which is right and which is wrong has been defined as early as the beginning.

"Her name is red!" The warrior held his sword and shield aloft and shouted at the players behind him who seemed to be cowering, "She's the boss now, everyone!" ”

However, this statement seems to have the opposite effect.

As we all know, the red color of the monster name in the game is divided into vivid degrees according to the difference level between the player and the player.

If the grades are not too much apart, then it's orange.

If the difference is relatively large, but it is still barely able to play, then it is ordinary red.

If the difference is too large to make up for it, the red color will become more and more vivid.

And now, the name [Ice Heart Guardian] on the witch's head is as thick red as blood.

These players have never seen such a vivid red.

For a while, the sense of coercion spread by the level difference surged into the hearts of this group of players who were still clamoring just now.

Except for the fighter.

"Oooo The reckless man doesn't seem to know what fear is, he only knows that there are only two endings on the road of the charge, death and life.

The witch looked at the only warrior in front of her who dared to charge at her, and she showed a moment of approval.

"Very well, then I'll give you a special reward." She spread her arms, revealing herself defenseless, and let the warrior charge at her.

"Bang!" The warrior's shield slammed into the witch's body.

The blow was so powerful that it shook the whole house.

However.

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As a tiny number floated out, it was accompanied by a witch who stood still in place.

The warrior raised his head in astonishment, looking up at the witch's eyes and meeting him at the same time.

"Okay, now that I've given you a hand, it's up to me next." The witch's face was cold, and at this moment, there was no trace of emotion left on her face.

It was as if the personality of the saint had been completely hidden by her.

No matter how reckless a warrior is, he can still feel this sudden sense of fear.

Now, he just wants to quickly put away his shield and then run away.

But obviously, it was all over when the thought popped into his mind.

It's much easier for a sorcerer to find a piece of talisman paper than to put away a shield.

"Well, I'll give you a little more special reward." The card-like charm between the witch's fingers flickered with glow.

"Star Rune [Meteor]!"

I saw that the rune card suddenly transformed into a large bow condensed by light and shadow in the air, and then the next moment, the figure of the warrior who had not yet reacted was compressed to the size of an arrow, and was pinched by the witch in her hand.

When all the players saw this scene, they all broke out in a cold sweat.

A person who was still alive just now was transformed into an arrow in the blink of an eye by some unknown hexistic?

"Everyone, look ahead." The corners of the witch's mouth turned up slightly, and then she aimed at the skylight on the roof, and opened her bow and arrow.

“Stella！！！！！！”

The warrior's arrow-thrust longbow slowly tightened, and then returned to its original point in an instant.

The bow and strings formed by the magic disappeared the moment the arrow was fired.

And the arrow itself, the warrior, roared into the sky like a real meteor.

Players scrambled to the underside of the skylight to get a glimpse of the arrow's power.

The lethality of using the human body, that is, life, as an arrow must be enormous.

And this scene in front of him really proved it to everyone present.

Arrows wrapped in magic and wind soared into the sky, and then exploded above the zenith, scattering into a colorful firework in the sky.

If the arrow had exploded in this room, or on the ground, then probably none of the people present would have been spared.

Then again, though.

No matter where the arrow hit or how powerful its explosion was, it was the one who took the most damage.

Fireworks are beautiful, but they symbolize the withering of life.

"Which one is next?" The witch turned her gaze to the other players in the room again, "Let's talk about the front, you guys won't have such a good treatment just now, right?" ”

The players swallowed their mouthfuls of saliva.

What's more, they even tried to pull the doorknob of the door and try to escape from the house.

Then, the player who touched the doorknob turned into a white light the moment their hand touched the doorknob, and returned to the waypoint to resurrect.

"You're so funny." The witch shook her head and sighed, "Can I understand that you are now in a besieged city?" ”

"The people inside want to get out, and the people outside want to come in, right?" She chuckled softly, "You who were driven by greed rushed in like wolves, but now you are not as good as dogs, which is really ridiculous." ”

"It's so funny! Don't you think? The witch took two steps and walked up to a shivering player, asking him loudly, "Don't you think!?" ”

But the player couldn't do anything but tremble desperately.

He couldn't utter a single sentence or even a syllable.

"Coward! Coward! Laugh! I said it was funny, but you made me laugh! The witch roared at him.

The player couldn't withstand such a strong blow and sat on the ground in fright.

"Waste." The witch gave him a cold look, then stomped on his knee with a heel.

The sound of the kneecaps shattering was accompanied by a sudden rise of white light.