The situation of the Black Tulip Brigade is not good, because by the time they reach the middle of the battle, there is no way to adjust the formation, and all the players are stuck in a quagmire of melee, with no way to rest and rotate. The shooters suffered the most, they had no way to keep the salvo fired, and they didn't have enough holy water for them to squander, but fortunately, the large goblins were all wiped out, otherwise there would be no Mithril Arrows and Mithril Bullets, and their role was no different from that of ordinary players, and in the melee, they could only draw their daggers and short swords to make temporary cameos as strong attackers.

This kind of battle is obviously not what the players want, what are the advantages of the players in the face of monsters? Or in other words, what are the advantages of modern people over medieval people? It's not that the weapons are advanced, it's not the brains that are smart, it's not the strength of the individual forces, it's the degree of organization. Players can rely on strong organization to face enemies far stronger than players, but once they fall into a melee, they will be forced by the monsters to lower the player's organization to the same level as themselves, so how to play?

But there is no way, to be able to maintain the front so far, it is already the limit of what can be done, even if you want to maintain the degree of organization, you can't organize enough combat power shield warriors.

You can only enter a melee duel with the last enemy!

The end result speaks for itself, the tragic casualties were arguably the worst in the history of the group, with a large number of players being killed directly by the goblins, and what awaited them was three days of weakness and other punishments. In addition, the player's weapons are also overused to the point that they cannot be repaired quickly, so they can only wait until they return to the big city and return to the furnace, and the next strategy may have to use a second-level backup weapon. The holy water was almost completely consumed, you know, the holy water he carried was intended to be used in the entire castle strategy, but he didn't expect the outer court to be used up before it passed, so that Curien could only look at the sky speechlessly, feeling sorry for his wallet.

But there is no way, who would have thought that the ancient castle where only a few gargoyles exist in this assessment would have such an abyssal army? To make matters worse, the Black Tulip Brigade crashed headlong into it, and even if it wanted to, it couldn't retreat.

The battlefield after the Great War was full of devastation. The black blood pooled into a stream, flowing in a moor, and the players who were lucky enough not to turn into light particles in the ghost's deadly attack were pulled aside by their companions to treat their wounds with the little holy water left, and some of the most serious ones could only use precious healing potions. The weapons scattered on the ground are all damaged beyond repair, and they can only wait for the logistics team to come and recover them.

As soon as the battle was over, Mint, who had discovered the danger of the fire, rushed towards the final battlefield, pulling out the last Mithril arrow from the quiver as he ran, and holding a red potion in his right hand, the liquid boiling like fire in the bottle.

"Enemies of the abyss, hotter than fire, sharper than stars, purer than the abyss, destroy my enemies! Destroy the demons! As Mint chanted, the Mithril Arrow emitted a fiery red glow, burning like a flame. This is a magic slaying potion, condensed from the purest destructive power of the Holy Light, and only used when facing the Great Demon!

Mint saw the shadow behind the fire, and the effect of the Eagle Eye made the Angel's trick unconcealed, but the distance made it impossible for her to rescue in time.

"No!! Raging fire! Behind! No! "Can't let the fire die," Mint thought to himself, he was not only the benefactor of the brigade, but also the legend of the future, and he had the potential to make everyone look up to him! Mint won't allow Agni to die at this moment! Legends will have a legendary and perfect first battle! This is the obsession in Mint's heart, her admiration and yearning for the truly strong.

In her desperate gaze, the Angel of Death's sword pierced through the back of the flames, perhaps this stab would make a genius dim. The intensity of her anger made her cry out, "Filthy thing! Go back to the abyss! ”

The power of demon-breaking shot straight into the base of the sneak attacker's wings, and an arrow pierced its chest, and the violent demon-breaking power instantly destroyed the node between the holy light and the abyss, and the violent and mutually devouring power erupted from its body. The Angel of Death let out a terrible roar from its disgusting mouth, and the threads that sealed its mouth were broken a few times, and it continued to roar, and its body rose into the air, flying crookedly to the side.

Mint didn't pay much attention to the fleeing Angel of Death, and quickly ran towards the flames.

Curien, who was one step slower than her, finally took out his IA and held off the cross-stabbing sword of the other Angel of Death. In the battle just now, Curien did not use his own illusory weapon, because the illusory weapon was never used in a war of attrition, and this equipment had only one function, and that was a weapon of victory! After all, repairing the Illusory Realm is not as simple as a normal weapon.

"Agni! Raging fire! Mint lifted the flames that were spitting blood from her mouth, and to her surprise, the flames had not yet turned into particles of light with such severe injuries. Before he had time to think about it, Mint pulled out the healing potion and poured it on Agni.

There were countless wounds on Agni's body, one was fatal in the abdomen, one was in the left shoulder, and the other was the two wounds from the backstab just now. The reason why legends are legends is that they all have their own merits, and the average player has already rolled back to the Temple of Reincarnation if he is seriously injured, who can still continue to fight until now like a fire?

Mint poured the potion on the fire, and looked at the large and small wounds on his body, his eyes couldn't help but redden, and it was hard to imagine how he had managed to fight so far under such severe pain. He's just a newcomer to the game, and he's just meeting with the Black Tulip Brigade, how can he do this? Mint was moved by this kind of heroic act for the first time.

"Ahem! Ahem! "Under the treatment of the healing potion, the fire was finally pulled back from the line of death, and the fate of turning into light particles was spared. The recovery speed of the body in the game seems too unscientific, and if such a serious injury is estimated to be directly admitted to the intensive care unit in the real world, and under the treatment of healing potions, this will be able to sit up.

"Ahem! It turned out to be Miss Mint," Agni smiled as he saw who had saved him, "Thank you!" You are simply an angel! ”

Mint was still in a state of emotion, but when he heard him say this, he burst out laughing: "You...... Is it only to praise people as angels? ”

Hearing him boast that he was an angel, Mint remembered another Uncle Fernand whom he called an angel. I refuse!

"Saved my life, of course it's all my angels!" Agni grinned.

Just as the two were chatting happily, an uninvited guest broke in. Curien flew through the air, then threw himself on the grass not far away, saw the two chatting like an outing, and couldn't help but complain, "I said you, come and help me, I can't hold on!" ”

Agni and Mint looked at each other and smiled, and stood up.

I have to sigh at the power of the healing potion, the fire that was on the verge of death just now, this will be able to fight again.

"Agni, these are the last bottles for now," Curien said, tossing a small packet containing six holy waters.

Agni was not polite, and immediately took out two bottles and poured them on the already full of slashing swords.

"Wow! Your weapons! Mint spotted the holes in the sword, and his fingers covered his mouth like green onions.

"Make do with it, it's not broken yet." Agni could only smile bitterly, determined to find a really good weapon, preferably with an illusory arm.

However, now is not the time for small talk, the three of them put on a posture and confront the angels of death.