Wu Qi is the president of the Seventh Heaven Guild, and his thoughts and worries should not be limited to himself or the current team, but the development of the guild should also be considered.

Although the cursed set is not eye-catching for a top-notch thief like the white mullet, if it is used for players with good skills but inferior equipment, it is still easy to raise an expert thief.

If Wu Qi could brush up on two or three curse suits and cultivate two or three master thieves, Wu Qi would naturally refuse to miss such an opportunity.

As for why you don't arrange for someone else to brush it. This is an expert-level [Cursed Land] that stops all player teams, mercenary groups, and guilds, a "benefit" that can only be enjoyed after two levels of difficulty, and a rare "generosity" that can only be enjoyed by the first-time wasteland system. Unrepeatable and difficult to replicate.

The white mullet replaced the painstaking task of attracting monsters, and the vigorous black and white figures shuttled through the forest, and Wu Qi and the others stood at the card monster spot that took a lot of effort to find and waited quietly for the arrival of the white mullet.

Around them were three towering, huge banyan-like trees, the exposed roots of which were dense and strong, covering a large area, and even the bare roots of the three trees that were slightly closer together were tangled together, entrenched and horizontal, and the terrain was complex.

This is the perfect place for them to farm monsters! As long as the immobile and Schrödinger's tigers occupy a few "loopholes" that are not very obvious to prevent the dark trolls and cursed demons from destroying the terrain, Wu Qi and other output units can stand firmly on the thick tree roots, condescendingly, and output to their heart's content!

A black but slightly mottled wave had accumulated behind the white mullets, which clung to the thieves and swore not to give up. In order to prevent the dark trolls and cursed demons at the back from losing their hatred, the white mullet had to deliberately slow down and shorten the distance between the two. This makes the people waiting in the distance look like a canoe chased by the waves, which may be chased at any time and crushed in the "waves".

But the thief was not satisfied, and he continued to go deeper, more into a wider space to attract the hatred of more dark trolls and cursed demons. It was as if he had eyes behind him, and the movements of the cursed demon behind him were clearly perceived, he stepped forward, he turned sideways, he lowered his head, and the simple and extreme movement eliminated the attack from behind.

The dark trolls and cursed demons who chased him were dragged in a narrow space, they were stacked in dense numbers, they were rubbing shoulders, they were played like tamed beasts in a circus, and the thieves were the most skilled animal tamers!

"Prepare to catch the monster!" The white mullet said in a deep voice, and in the distance was a black and white thief figure walking towards them, and past the thief, it was the "dark clouds" and "waves" that were pressed by Manman Yanyan and Wuwu rushing wildly, they were heavier than the clouds, faster than the waves, and the momentum was huge, and anyone standing in front of them would inevitably tremble!

The little boy Silva's face was now bloodless, and his whole body was trembling and soft, and if it had not been for the song of the priest's bagpipes pulling it, it would have fallen from the roots of the tree.

Older than him, the youngest member of the team was excited and shocked, he stared at the white mullet's every move, and muttered in distraction with excitement,

"This is a thief!"

Be! This is the thief, dancing on the tip of the knife, running before death, wandering on the edge of life and death, enjoying the ultimate madness and excitement!

Finally, this is enough to make any thief in the national costume crazy for the show. The white mullet ran to the point of the monster, ran past the position of the immobile and Schrödinger tiger, he jumped slightly, his body flipped over, and landed firmly on the bare roots.

His performance ended, and the next performance was the extreme defense of the shield warrior and the violent output of the mage.

Wu Qi, Mingyue, Ten Heavens and Ten Earths, Mikasa-kun, Chen Changsheng, and the five third-order mages had already raised their long staff and chanted incantations.

In the dark forest, along with the riot of demonic beasts, the elements in the void also rioted. The tyrannical flame elemental accumulates, the cold frost elemental condenses, the light wind elemental gathers, and the heavy earth elemental surges······

Bang!

The first to attack was led by the immovable mountain, Schrödinger's tiger, the moonless night, and the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, the guardian aura of golden light flowing under their feet, all kinds of state skills were filled, one after another damage reduction skills were released, and the shield in his hand was high, and in an instant, he collided with the dark troll and the cursed demon.

The "clouds" were shattered, the "waves" came to an abrupt end, and the monsters stopped. The immovable four are like an insurmountable moat, like an impregnable barrier, keeping out all existence!

The damage reduction shield on the head of the shield warrior swayed, and the amount of blood plummeted, and the large-scale healing techniques of the priests who had been prepared for a long time fell on the heads of the shield battle and the paladin at the same time, and after recovering a large amount of blood, they continued to chant magic, and one after another healing swayed.

The tanks' health fluctuated, but eventually stabilized above the safety line.

Bang!

The mages' long and awkward incantations finally came to an end, and the void seemed to be unable to withstand the condensation of a huge amount of various elements, and the canopy of heaven hung low, and one after another range skills were released.

The tyrannical flame element was whispering, and the flame meteorites were rapidly forming, but the flame was blue in color, as if it was different from the condensed sky blue ice element, the two condensed for a moment, and at a certain point in time, they fell at the same time!

Flames, ice and snow covered an extremely wide area, and this area contained most of the dark trolls and cursed demons, and the blood volume of the dark trolls and cursed demons that were densely packed together began to fall in an uproar in the next moment.

The dirt surged from under their feet, piercing out one after another, and the wind blades around them formed and cut through their skin······

The seconds passed quickly.

Under the world-destroying output of the dark troll, his blood soon fell to the ground and turned into a corpse. Cursed demons with thick HP sparsely stand in worlds of flames, ice, wind blades, and ground spikes, and are almost bloodless.

The crowd of Warcraft that was originally enough to make the dense phobia almost disappear, only the "lucky ones" who were free on the outermost periphery of the Warcraft herd, and the cursed demon with high blood thickness, stood "dazed" with the last layer of blood skin.

"Clear!"

Wu Qi didn't care about admiring this spectacular and shocking scene, he didn't care about resting, he commanded while jumping down from the roots of the tree, harvesting the cursed demons with remnants of blood.

Jumping down at the same time as him, there was a furious battle waiting on the sidelines, watching the mages perform. They are useless themselves, and they can't wait to announce their existence with the corpses of demonic beasts.