Resist the Ring of Fire!

As soon as he released the Flame Storm, Wu Qi turned his staff, and a crimson ring of fire suddenly centered on him and exploded in an instant.

Several thieves who were close to Wu Qi were pushed away.

Wu Qi drank a bottle of instant recovery magic potion, and the magic that had been depleted by the release of the Flame Storm recovered somewhat.

Burning Hands! Scorching Flame! Scorch!

One by one, skills were summoned from Wu Qi's staff and then came out of his hands, and the thieves of the Aurora Studio who were trapped in the team were cleared out one by one.

"Bitter, take someone to the chrysanthemum, come and don't be rude!" Wu Qi waved his hand and said with a faint smile.

The group of thieves roamed next to the mages and priests in the back row, no matter which team it was, it was a time bomb, especially if the other party made up their minds to harass and leave, and they would never drag their feet, and for them, there was nothing they could do.

In addition, his range magic has long been known to passers-by because of the previous video, and no matter how stupid the other party's command is, it is impossible not to target it.

And the best way to target it is to use thieves to sneak up and achieve the goal.

Therefore, Wu Qi simply planned to make a plan, while creating an opportunity for a sneak attack on the opposite side, and secretly arranging them to ambush them beside him.

Outcome.

The crimson flames were boiling on the battlefield, and the blood volume of the shield warriors in the Aurora Studio fell straight down, even if the priest behind was desperately healing, and the green light flickered, it could not save the trend of declining blood volume.

"Hold on! Resist! Cat Seventeen shouted anxiously, "Priest, hurry up and heal, don't be stingy with mana, and when it's empty, you'll knock back the potion instantly!" ”

"No, Boss Cat. I can't stand it, the Firestorm damage is too high! The shield warriors in the front row kept shouting.

Why do you say that the gap between people is so big, and the two sides fight well, why is there an overwhelming range of magic thrown over, let us cook it in a hot pot, and the shield warrior over there has a few painless skills in defense, no trouble? What about our fire suppression?

"Fuck you! If you can't stand it, you have to top it! Cat Seventeen was furious, "Is it too late to retreat now?" ”

Mao Seventeen realized that his tone was a little rough, so he breathed a sigh of relief and patiently explained: "The strength of our studio is not worse than the other side, and it is even slightly better. We have an advantage in numbers, and when the area magic is over, there will be a chance to fight back. ”

There is a numerical advantage of fart!

The shield warriors in the front row listened to Cat Seventeen's words and scolded with disdain in their hearts. One by one, the shield warriors could not withstand the area magic and the point injuries of other mages, and their health was exhausted, and they fell to the ground.

The number of shield warriors in Aurora Studio is getting smaller and smaller, and finally the long battle line can no longer be supported.

The drunkard slashed the shield warrior in front of him with a sword, he looked up at the situation on the field, and calmly commanded: "Rush over!" Pull forward on the battle front! ”

With that, the drunkard strode forward, crossed the line where the shield-armored warriors were holding each other, and rushed forward. A berserker appeared in front of him.

Block! Broken tendons! Flame Slash! Slash!

First, he raised his head to block the attack of the opposite berserker, and the drunkard skillfully cooperated with a set of skills to explode and directly take the opposite berserker away.

Rush!

Almost at the same moment, the berserkers who had been hiding behind the shield-armored warriors rushed out.

Flame Slash! Whirlwind Slash! Slash!

The two sides collided with each other, and one by one the high-damage skills were released, and one by one the high-value damage floated up densely from the top of the head.

"Output the Berserker on the other side!" Cat Seventeen hurriedly commanded.

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion in the group of mages behind him.

"What's wrong?" Cat Seventeen looked back dissatisfiedly and asked.

"Yes... There are thieves sneaking up! A mage looked at the mage next to him in a panic and fell to the ground when his blood was exhausted, and said tremblingly.

The previous ordinary mages did not have a mage shield, no movement, and no strong control skills, and it was difficult to win against the thieves.

As he spoke, a voice flashed out of the corner of his eye.

"······ Thieves"

Sneak attack!

The thief clutched a dagger as black as ink, stabbing the mage in the back of the head like a snake, and the mage was stunned in place before he could finish his sentence.

Bleed! Incise! Assassination! Backstab!

One skill after another flowed, and in an instant, the thief used it smoothly, and the dagger danced like a god of death, constantly flashing on the mage's body, and one after another damage floated up from him.

The mage's HP dropped, and before his priest could react, the mage's HP ran out and fell limply to the ground.

Spike!

Boom! After suffering a blow from the mage's skill, the amount of blood dropped by a bit. He glanced up at the man, not far away, a mage facing the thief, chanting magic.

Scold! Painstakingly picked up the equipment dropped by the previous mage from the ground, and made a throat-slitting motion towards him, his body folded, and suddenly appeared on the edge of the battlefield, difficult to lock.

Finished!

Cat Seventeen watched as the thieves killed his teammates right under his nose and fled with ease, and a sense of despair rose in his heart.

It wasn't that the twenty thieves in front of them had caused much trouble to them, priests and mages, in fact, if they had their hands free, these thieves wouldn't be able to sustain themselves in less than half a minute.

It's just that the frontal battlefield is in the most critical and fierce time, and the two sides are colliding together, which is the time to test the firepower of both sides, but because of the existence of these thieves, their own side cannot output with peace of mind.

The front of the berserk battle, the shield warriors on the opposite side of the mage who had come close one by one, the battle line is getting closer and closer to their side, seeing that the opponent's front row fighters are about to break through the interception of their own berserkers and rush to the back row.

A mage jerks off with Berserker? How big do you think the odds are?

A group of mages and a group of berserkers in hand-to-hand combat? How high do you think the win rate is?

No!

Cat Seventeen's heart was full of frustration, first the master did not carry a knife and the boss was singled out, and was easily won, and then his own tricks were seen through by the other side, and he turned the army into the army, so that the situation was completely dragged down.

"Damn! What kind of identity is on the other side! Why does a studio with no more than 100 rankings have so many masters? Cat Seventeen cursed secretly.

Lost, lost!

Seeing that the berserker on his side was killed by the other party, the drunkard took the lead in rushing into the group of mages, one by one the flame slashes and whirlwind slashes erupted from the crowd, and one by one the high injuries floated densely, and Cat Seventeen couldn't help but be disheartened.

When I was about to take care of my mood and finally struggle. A chill ran in the back of his head, and a tingling sensation rose inexplicably.

Not good! There are thieves!

Cat Seventeen was shocked, but he was not slow to react, and quickly retreated to the side, preparing to dodge this attack.

But the dagger hanging behind his head was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, cutting through the arc, and after the cat seventeen had finished walking, it was firmly pierced in the back of his head.

Sneak attack!

Finished! A wave of despair rose in Cat Seventeen's heart.

Bleed! Incise! Assassination! Backstab!

As if a replica of the previous one, the skill poured on Cat Seventeen, and the amount of blood dropped one by one, and finally ran out and fell to the ground.

At this time, Cat Seventeen saw the thief's figure clearly, and the dagger was as black as ink, which was the person he had seen earlier.