Kaede admired Mo's crazy performance, and when he saw that a tomahawk and a mage were facing each other, they completely had an overwhelming advantage, and couldn't help but be speechless for a while.

What should I do if I was myself?

What should I do when a remote profession encounters a close-range profession that is stronger than my strongest side?

Ye Feng shook his head helplessly, the artifact is really strong, he may be able to change his staff.

Mo slashed left and right in the crowd, very majestic for a while, and soon, more than a dozen mining tyrants were killed, and they ran away, leaving only one guy who claimed to be Xia Gongzi's subordinate.

This guy is a thief, he dodged everywhere at the beginning, but he was helplessly swept away by Mo's axe qi, so he lost the right to fly back to the city, so he had to spread his legs and try to compete with the tomahawk fighter.

The thief's degree is definitely higher than that of a battle axe, although it is snow, he is still running like flying, but it is a pity that the direction he chose turned out to be the direction where Ye Feng was.

"Awe-inspiring!"

Mo slashed at the thief again, and the tail end of his strength swept to the back of the thief. 0

The thief, who had a very low defense, was only affected by it, and he was in pain, and seeing that there were less than 300 magic left in the blood tank, the thief hurriedly took out a bottle of physical strength potion, and poured it regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one.

"Stop him, stop him!" The players who were usually oppressed began to cheer up, but they just shouted and didn't do it, it has always been a fine tradition of miners, and the thieves came to Ye Feng without any hindrance.

"Get out of here!"

The thief was annoyed to see a raggedly clad priest standing in his way. took out the dagger and stabbed it towards Ye Feng.

"Shimmer!"

Suddenly, Ye Feng suddenly raised his staff, and a pillar of holy light fell straight down. 0

Syllable!

The thief's body fell to the ground with a bang, and he didn't even have time to scream until he died, with an incredible expression on his face.

Priest! It's a priest!

I cut the HP from 400 at once!

What priests, with what skills. Can you kill so much of your own blood? Now "Light". Is there such a priest in existence?

However, if he could understand that Ye Feng added points, or even the most wasteful woodland all-knowledge nurse-type points, I am afraid that he would be even more speechless.........

"Good!"

"Well done!"

There was a burst of cheers all around.

But everything was not over yet, Ye Feng suddenly raised his staff, and the sluggish expression on his face turned soft. A gentle, warm, bright light shot out of the staff.

"Serenade of Sleep!"

The thief's face turned to horror, this bastard, damned priest, even wanted to whip his own corpse!

"Modi!"

The thief didn't care about the long scolding, and hurriedly chose the option of returning to the city.

The next moment, the soft feeling filled the whole body, but the surroundings were not the familiar icy scenery of the polar city, but the entrance of the mine that surrounded the player?!

"What's going on?"

The thieves were bewildered. But at the same time, another sharp pain came.

"Shimmer!"

There is almost no gap, Ye Feng skillfully used the skill of hard stun delay, so that the gap between the two skills was reduced to only 0.5 seconds!

"Dead again?!"

The thief looked at Ye Feng with a look of disbelief. But then hurry up and go back to the city option.

Ye Feng gasped slightly, and the feeling of exhaustion and stiffness instantly hit like a wave. There is no way to resist it.

But that doesn't mean it can't be overcome, the 1 second of the two accumulations has passed, and the thief has clicked on the option to return to the city, and has entered the program settings for automatic resurrection.

"Ice Trail!"

An ice carpet flashed from Ye Feng's chanting that had just regained its hard state, and at the most accurate time, in just a moment, it followed the thief's teleportation!

———Ahh

A scream appeared in the center of the polar field more than ten miles away, and at the same time, a snow-white ice blanket was spread on the stone floor of the square, which was already covered in snow.

"You killed the player turtle and you now have a sin value of 10." …

"You killed the player turtle and you now have a sin value of 10."

"You killed the player turtle and you now have a sin value of 10."

It may seem like a long time, but it's only a matter of seconds, and the system prompts that it's long overdue, and it's just there.

Ye Feng shook his head with a wry smile, this little turtle is really a bastard, he died three times in a row, and he didn't lose a single hair.

"Let's divide it!"

Ye Feng turned to Mo, but saw that this guy was dividing the equipment, blood bottles and other items dropped by the mine tyrants he had just killed around, and many players were rushing around to grab them.

Looking at Mo Childish Messing around, Ye Feng looked at the map of the Snow Mine** in a daze.

Moffhanie's map isn't exact, but it can be roughly obtained, and the little mermaid, Mam, is still asleep, and God knows what she'll look like.

"Let's go!"

Ye Feng, who had fallen into deep thought, was awakened by Mo's call, and looked at the snow that had been emptied around him, and those miners had all taken the opportunity to enter the cave.

"Let's go!"

The path Mo chose was definitely different from that of ordinary miners.

Opening the quest is only the ultimate goal, and the first thing to do is to extract a piece of the finest refining ore to refine the weapon for Ye Feng.

Ordinary miners, either to make money or to practice their skills, would never choose this dangerous but yet most precious source of minerals.

Ye Feng and the others slowly walked on the dark path.

A level 45 one-eyed monster suddenly pounced from the side, and the sharp and white toothy knife aimed straight at Mo's throat.

"Devil May Cry!"

Mo turned to the side slightly, and then hit hard, a number of -800 instantly appeared, but it only scraped off less than half of the one-eyed monster's HP, his equipment can't keep up with the grade, and when he encounters a special task monster again, he will always experience a feeling of being weakened.

———Ha!

The one-eyed monster was beaten, and its teeth bit Mo's arm, and suddenly a paralyzing feeling came.

"This is poisonous, no need to purify, I have an antidote potion!" Mo hurriedly reminded Ye Feng not to waste MP too early.

Ye Feng nodded, a technical priest, the most important thing is to save.

Anyone who sees the kind of crazy spilling regardless of consumption, and can't see the blood groove of his teammates, although he can't criticize their skills and consciousness because of this, but he is absolutely sure that they are the kind of guy who is used to luxury, this kind of priest will be your leveling buddy, and will also bring you the greatest sense of security.

But it's never the kind of player who can take risks and do wonders!

Not to mention the most stable players who can play a key role at the last minute!

Sometimes, being able to tolerate teammates' HP grievances is also a lesson that a priest must go through.

"Fountain of Life."

Ye Feng applied a magic that gradually restored life to the battle axe, which could ensure that the opponent could gradually recover his life when attacked.

"Earth Blaze!"

Tomahawk Mo asked Ye Feng to save magic, but he himself actually used the most mana-consuming earth flame-

After a powerful attack, the one-eyed monster fell to the ground, torn into disgusting pieces, and the ground continued to flow with yellow, stinky water.

Mo quickly took out a bottle of green potion, poured it like a madman, and then looked at his own medicinal resistance, after a period of consumption, the medicinal resistance (which can be understood as toxicity, the higher the better), has decreased a lot, so he took out a bottle of magic potion and poured it down.

"Bad luck! As soon as I came in, I met the one-eyed monster! ”

Ye Feng exhaled indifferently, it seems that the toxicity of this one-eyed monster is really terrifying, so that Mo would rather consume more MP,

"It's still a little numb........."

Mo smiled bitterly and waved his hand, but he was helpless to feel numb.

It's going to be harder to come alone.........

The two began to move forward slowly, the dim hole**, the confused light was scattered, and from time to time there were strange low moans of pain, which made people uneasy.

——— smack!

A crisp sound alarmed the two, and they saw that not far away, a hairy werewolf was sitting gloomily on a rock, panting deeply, spitting white mist from the blood basin under the fangs.