The clouds were lower, and the rain was intensifying.

In the gloomy weather, the gray and gloomy rocks and trees formed a curtain of gray, and the form of the dark ranger shuttled between the curtains like a ghost.

In the face of Verona's strange black arrows, Mo Qi and the others did not dare to be distracted at all. At the slightest carelessness, inky black arrows pierce through the rain curtain and shoot at the heart and eyebrows from the most tricky angles.

Mochi wiped the stagnant water from his face with his cuffs, and watched Verona's movements and attack habits with his spirit, his blood-red eyes sometimes appearing behind rocks, sometimes on the top of tree trunks dozens of yards high, as if everything in the woods had become a shooting platform and attack cover for the rangers. The longer they fought Verona, the more Moqi and the others felt that they had chosen the wrong battlefield, and the elven rangers were born to be masters of combat in the forest.

"Be careful!"

Hearing Linda's reminder, Mochi immediately took a step back, but he was still a beat slower. Clusters of pitch-black arrows slashed past his feet, sending out a line of blood that sank steadily into the ground. Moqi glanced at the black arrow stuck in the dirt, and the weeds around the arrow were withering at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Mr. Mochi, are you alright?" Anvena asked worriedly.

Mochi shook his head, silently covering the shallow wound on his ankle with the hem of his cloak—black smoke congealed from the bleeding area.

"I can't figure it out - how did that girl manage to dance so happily in high boots and tight leather jackets?"

Mochi looked up at the fork in the trunk where Verona had just stopped, where there was no human figure. According to Moqi's original expectation, relying on the nine seconds of control time created by the three cards, it should be easy to kill Verona, but who would have thought that this female undead could be so fast and could jump between the woods above everyone's heads, and Moqi had no way to lock on to the target.

Cards are not invincible, and the controls attached to them are limited in range and direction, so Moki must be used sparingly.

Mochi looked at Gareth again—Mars flew behind the young mage, Gareth waving flames in the gloomy rain, like a painter painting on a gray cloth with a brush stained with crimson paint.

"You look pretty handsome, but you hit a shot."

Mochi whispered.

The battle has been going on for more than ten minutes, and Gareth's fireball has not hit Verona with a single shot, and looking at Gareth's state, the mana is less than a quarter.

"Give me a chance to lock you!" Mochi shouted inwardly.

After another three minutes, Sherion was hit by an arrow, and the long period of concentration was very draining, and Sherion was the first to have a flaw. The others also panicked after seeing Sherryn hit the arrow, and it was only three seconds before and after, Gareth and Akalin fired arrows one after another. The reason why Akalin was shot was that he was right in front of Anvina, and the poor thief not only had a low sense of presence, but also had a good hand at lying guns.

"You can't do it! Can this be an arrow? Can't you just give me a chance to lie down and win? ”

Mochi complained. However, this can't be blamed entirely on his teammates, after all, he was the first to be shot.

There was no way to go on like this, Mo Qi thought for a moment and said to Avena, "I'll go and lead her to the open area, we are no match for her in the forest." ”

"No! It's too dangerous! Or is it safer for us to move to the open area together. Anvena objected.

"There are many people and many targets, and I will run to the open area alone, so Verona will not be suspicious." Mochi smiled and pulled Avena's hand away, "You have to trust me, I'm an experienced fish-man. ”

Mochi took a few steps forward and shouted into the woods—

"Hey—Verona, do you see? The fish-man who once defeated you is here! ”

Verona poked her head out from behind the tree, he couldn't understand Mochi's fish-man language, but she could read Mochi's provocative movements—the thumbs of her left and right hands were pressed against her temples, and her tongue was sticking out.

"How? A fish-man can defeat you, so ask you if you're angry? ”

Verona sneered, and the tip of the arrow cluster was aimed at Mochi.

But Mochi wasn't that stupid, and would stand there and be targeted by Verona. Sensing that there was no movement in the woods for a long time, he knew that Verona was aiming, and he didn't stay for a second longer, he turned around and ran towards the edge of the woods.

The escape route was something that Mochi had long observed, and the trees were dense and leafy along the way, and it was believed that even Verona was aiming at the fish-people walking through the woodland.

Mo Qi didn't expect that as a chemistry student, after coming to the other world, the skill he often used to save his life was long-distance running. The arrangement of life is really amazing - many times it is some seemingly "insignificant" knowledge and skills that determine people's fate.

"It seems that it is necessary to learn dancing skills in the future, maybe I will be able to use them one day."

Mochi was thinking about learning whether to learn Poppin or Locking, when he heard a whoosh, and black arrows flew against Mochi's scalp. I don't know if it's an illusion, but Mochi felt that Verona's arrows were faster and more ruthless than they had been a few months ago.

"How much does this woman hate me? The technique has improved so much, and at first glance, it looks like I have secretly practiced the technique. ”

Mochi imagined Verona practicing archery in the Undercity's four a.m. dawn.

Everything in the world is afraid of the word serious, and no matter how talented a person is, as long as he is willing to give up his life, there is nothing he can't do.

No, as soon as Mochi ran to the edge of the woodland, he was hit by an arrow in the back.

The death immunity special effect that comes with [Apple Phone that can't be repaired] is activated, and the phone's own music playback function is also activated. Mo Qi knew that the music library that came with the mobile phone had been greatly expanded through evolution, but he still didn't expect that this song would be played at such a life-and-death juncture-

“…… I am drunk alone, and the drunk beauty is a pair of ......"

The rhythmic drum beat reverberates in the mountains and forests of Alterac, and the heroic and simple rap has an indescribable sense of disobedience against the background of the surrounding environment.

Mo Qi looked up blankly, and suddenly felt that the rain in front of him had become even more messy.

“…… I am too arrogant and arrogant, I am ignorant and too young......"

The left hand holding the handle of the bow was trembling.

Verona set up her bow, but couldn't get it right. The fish-man had been shot in the back by her, and had lost the ability to move quickly, but she couldn't shoot a second arrow.

“…… Who will accompany you in your life, who is who is not with you, who Rong Ma is for in my life, how many times can I love and hate how many times......"

For shooters, the most important thing is the state of mind. The archer has no control over what happens after the arrow leaves the bowstring, there may be a sudden gale, there may be other people who come by suddenly, but these are all things that cannot be controlled. As an archer, the only thing you have to care about is to maintain a stable and peaceful mind, and only a calm and stable mind can shoot a stable arrow.

But the eerie music was disturbing her mind, causing her head and shoulders to sway involuntarily to the beat of the drum.

As a native of Azeroth, Verona naturally didn't know about the classic song "One Drunk Drunk". The so-called shouting is an elegant art that is active on major Internet live broadcast platforms.

Some people may say that the lyrics and music of Shouting Microphone are too pompous, the form is more than the content, and the two-fingered vests worn by the MCs during the performance are too revealing for people to concentrate on the songs. But what, as long as the rhythm is high enough, the loneliness in this world can't get close to you, as long as the rhyme is enough, the lonely soul living in the big city can find the shadow of the hometown farmers' market.

People who are limited by classical music will never be able to understand the feelings contained in the simple rhyme - the domineering demeanor of being in an Internet café but looking at the world's heroes.

“…… Defeated the emperor, fought the sky, won the throne and became an immortal, and I continued to write an alternative emperor chapter ......"

Hearing this music, Moqi was also very helpless. Because his footsteps would unconsciously step on the drum, and the wound on his back would bleed endlessly.

Mo Qi laughed at himself: "There is no one who can escape so domineeringly." ”

The domineering rap ended, and Mochi walked to the edge of the cliff, surrounded by bare and smooth rocks, with no place to hide. Mochi tilted his head and drank a bottle of healing potion to slow down the worsening of his injuries.

As Mochi wished, Verona stepped out of the woods and stood in a wide area without trees.

"It's time for it to end." Verona pulled the arrow feather close to the corner of her mouth and said coldly.

"It's going to end. It's you, though, who ends. ”

Before Verona's arrow flew out, Mo Qi flew out of his [Fellow Student].

"Go ahead! Peer Learners! ”

The girl who was summoned raised her misty eyes: "I scored 95 points in the exam this time, how can I face my parents during the winter vacation!" ”

At the last moment of the arrow's departure from the bowstring, Verona spun around and flew towards the human girl summoned by Mochi. A strange thought came to mind - go die! Show off the dogs! Did you know that many people who failed exams are just as brave and strong as they come home and are suffering from too much anxiety every day. Failing an exam is not terrible, as long as you think clearly about where to go in the future, as long as you understand that the road ahead is still long and beautiful, you will naturally have the strength and patience to solve such a small thing as the exam.

"What the hell am I doing!" Verona shouted.

Faced with the human girl she had never met, Verona used nine consecutive black arrows at the bottom of the box. Poor Xueba, who was shot into a sieve by Verona again.

For three full seconds, Verona was doing the archery mechanically, but it was only the beginning.

Towards the end of the three-second taunt, Moqi threw out a second card, [Leader Who Dares to Take the Blame].

The leader held the pitch-black iron pot in front of him, bearing the baptism of Verona's arrow rain.

"Xiao Mo, are you injured? Your spirit of being injured and not being in the line of fire touched the leaders very much. Let the leader help you share the burden...... Yes! ”

Before he finished speaking, the leader was shot through by a black arrow along with the pot.

Sure enough, leaders who think too much about their subordinates will not live long.

Finally, there is [the head teacher lying at the back door].

A front-line educator who is tortured by life to lose the luster of his ideals, a people's gardener who needs to treat students as criminals, children, and grandfathers, and a middle-aged man who is tortured by the class promotion rate to the point of losing his hair. When he was young, he also believed in the self-consciousness of his students, believing that as long as he was a good friend to the students, he would be rewarded with reciprocity.

But the reality tells him that these children who think about playing basketball, playing games, and staying up late to watch TV dramas after school all day have no consciousness at all, they don't know how cruel survival is, and they fantasize about living a chic and beautiful youth.

So, he turned himself into a warrior who "fights violence with violence". After years of struggle, his eyes can lock all the students in the classroom through the small back door glass, and the small movements of all the students cannot escape his eyes - the class leader with a face full of acne and the study committee member who often does not wash their hair are passing notes to each other, and they are afraid that these two students with good grades but weak hearts will not be able to think about it, don't say it, these two people's grades have been declining again...... What to do?

The head teacher finally came up with a solution, which was to push open the door and call out Moqi, who was stealing dinner. This not only took into account the face of the class leader and the study committee, but also invisibly reminded the two ignorant students, Mo Qi sat between the two of them, and saw Mo Qi eating snacks, I already knew about you.

The above is Moqi's memories of the high school homeroom teacher.

After graduating from high school for many years, Mo Qi still had palpitations when he recalled the eyes of the head teacher. When he was in school, Mo Qi was very hungry, and he basically stayed through the last night self-study with his stomach covered. Moqi's biggest fear was that when he was stealing dinner, the head teacher stood at the door with a sneer and waved at Moqi. The chili oil on his mouth was not wiped off, and he was called out by the head teacher, and that scene is still a big stain on Moqi's life.

Therefore, saying that the head teacher can petrify the target, Mo Qi feels that it is both reasonable and reasonable.

Summoning the head teacher, the middle-aged man's cold gaze immediately locked onto Verona.

The Dark Ranger couldn't move from the tip of his hair to the tips of his fingers.

"Now!" Mochi shouted.

Verona rolled her eyes to see Gareth appear behind her, the young elven mage summoning a large spell. Far away, Verona could feel the heat around the mage!

The chant ended, and a huge fireball flew towards Verona.

Flame Blast!

It's always a pleasure to kill your opponent with a fire blast, and this time is no exception. Verona watched as the flames engulfed her......