Seeing the arrows falling from the sky, the paladin immediately summoned the power of the Holy Light to put a thick energy shield on the warrior and the unconscious shaman, and raised the shield above his head to resist the torrent of steel arrows. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hunters and thieves hide in the anti-magic energy shields I unleash, which can't stop all incoming arrows, but slows them down and distorts their trajectory, buying them valuable time to dodge. Hunters and Thieves are seasoned veterans who easily dodge a rain of arrows that lose their accuracy and acceleration in the anti-magic cover.

"I have refrigerators, feel good, please rest assured!" The dwarf mage unleashed the Ice Protector, and the frost in the air was shaped by arcane power into a massive block of ice, enveloping her tightly. The powerful arrows were densely nailed to the ice, but they could not do any damage to the mages in the ice.

After a rain of arrows, a large number of enemies in helmets and armor rushed down from the opposite hillside. Most of them wore old-fashioned armor and wore uniform black-on-white dragon robes on their chests, which were the same alliances that hunters saw using their Eagle Eye. I just wanted to ask a question, but the other party couldn't help but say, and it was a wild slash, which also forced us to fight back.

"We are also members of the alliance, so if we have something to say, why bother with knives and guns." The warrior tried to explain, but the attacker turned a deaf ear. The opponent who had the upper hand saw the gap in the fighter's speech and stabbed him several times. Fortunately, the warrior reacted in time and quickly dodged these sharp attacks.

"We are not your enemies!" The warrior was a little angry, after all, it was not a pleasant thing to be attacked by people from the same camp. But reason told him that a rash counterattack would make things worse, so he suppressed his anger and said: "Please calm down, we have no malicious intentions, you can sit down and talk about anything slowly!" ”

But the attackers took the warrior's overtures as weakness, and the words to settle the dispute as the weeping begging of the coward. The warrior's words not only did not make the other side less hostile, but instead boosted their morale and high morale.

"Kill these crying stupid pigs!"

"Cowards don't deserve pity!"

"Justice will prevail!"

The warrior was forced to retreat again and again, and from time to time used his great axe to block the opponent's attacks. I could feel that the warrior's heart was broken now, as if he had been bullied by a fool, angry but helpless.

"I think there must be a mistake here...... Yes! The warrior had not given up hope of an explanation, but a masked man emerged from the shadows behind him, and stabbed two poisoned daggers deep into the warrior's waist. The warrior let out a scream, but the cry of pain did not come in exchange for sympathy. Taking advantage of the warrior's distraction, the frontal attacker plunged the long knife into his lower abdomen, and twisted the hilt with brutal force, vowing to twist the warrior's internal organs to pieces.

"Go to hell! Coward! The sword-wielding man stared into the warrior's eyes, cursing viciously at the stranger in front of him.

Looking at the impaled warrior, I suddenly remembered what the Lich King had said: You call me a coward! I will show you what it means to be bloody, and what it means to be frightened!

The warrior's wail slowly turned terrifying and manic, and the expression of pain on his face gradually became furious and hideous. I saw that the warrior ignored the few sharp blades stuck in his body, but grabbed the knife bearer's neck and lifted him up. The knife-wielding man's feet were off the ground, kicking his legs like a hanged man. The warrior ignored his struggles and slammed him to the ground. One time! Twice! Three clicks! Everywhere! Five hits! smashed until the opponent's bones were broken and tendons were broken, and blood was spurted from the seven orifices.

The knife-wielding man was dying, and a gurgling sound came out of his throat. He reached out to the warrior, not knowing whether he was provoking or begging. The berserk warrior stomped off his arm and stabbed the sword-wielder's weak heart with a sharp axe.

The Assassin behind the warrior was stunned by what he saw, his masked face still looking mysterious and calm, but his eyes were full of shock and fear. He didn't even pull out the dagger that was inserted in the warrior's body, and directly shook his hand and threw out a powder that reflected the sun's rays, intending to take advantage of the visual interference caused by the vanishing powder to hide back into the safe shadows.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his hand, the warrior's giant axe arrived. The golden wind blew, and the entire arm was cut off by Qi Brush. Before the Assassin could cry out in pain, the warrior had already raised the axe above his head and slashed straight down. The Assassins came silently and died silently. The warrior drew the blade of the axe embedded in the assassin's skull, and charged into the enemy warband with the blessing and exorcism of the paladin.

The paladin has always been by the shaman's side, and from time to time he heals his comrades with holy light. After unleashing the exorcism on the warrior, he drew his sword from his waist and began to concentrate on the enemies rushing in front of him.

The enemy wielding the greatsword was full of rage, and kept brandishing his weapon at the paladin. However, the radiance emanating from the knight's body was like a substantial force field, which could not be penetrated no matter how much he slashed.

Enraged, the enemy tried to fight hard, but he found that two pairs of golden wings formed by holy light suddenly appeared behind the paladin, like a seraph descending into the world. And the sword in his hand also turned into a war hammer that flashed with the power of thunder, as if it was Thor's hammer with hidden power.

Before the stunned foe came to his senses, the paladin threw out the hammer of wrath made of pure power. The hammer pierced through the enemy's body and shattered his angry soul.

Phoenix is a man who goes crazy at the sight of blood, especially when he sees his own blood, which makes him even more angry. Under the protection of the Holy Power of the Paladin, he rushed like a mad dog into the great mass of the enemy. Seeing that the warrior was unusually violent, the other party formed a shield formation and forced the warrior forward. Spellcasters and healers hide behind shield walls, waiting for an opportunity to unleash deadly spells.

But the warriors were undaunted. With the strength of his legs, he slammed over the shield wall and smashed into the enemy's rear like a battering ram. With one hand, he swung his giant axe and slammed it into the ground, sending out a huge shock wave that shook the casters to the ground. The warrior saw the right moment and quickly slashed several dazed enemies. Then, like playing baseball, he slapped a human priest with an axe to try to turn the tide and save the world.

Paladin Tyrese was waiting for this moment, and when he saw the priest's flying body, he threw the hammer of anger with all his might. The hammer whizzed past and struck the priest who was 'flying' in the sky. The inertia of flight and the resistance of thunder collided, and there was a sonic boom. The human priest didn't say a word, and directly turned into a rain of blood and returned to the sky.

Thieves and mages are partners in the arena, and their cooperation is seamless. Although the water elemental summoned by the little mage is not very powerful, it can effectively delay the enemy's actions. And the thief girl who walked through the shadows rushed out of the shadows from time to time, and dealt a fatal blow to those who were paralyzed and careless.

In the chaos of the battlefield, the hunter profession should have the advantage. However, when the enemy is outnumbered, the advantage is reversed, which makes the survival of the hunter be greatly tested.

I saw a large number of enemies rushing towards the unsafe Redbeard, intending to annihilate this dwarf like a perpetual motion machine battery in one fell swoop. However, they were killed by Redbeard's stormy fire, and they were crushed. The musket in Redbeard's hand is not reloaded manually, but is completely magically automated. This allows him not to think about the amount of ammunition at all, just to shoot with his life. Those who came close were either smashed into a sieve by his metallic storm projectiles, or shattered by the explosive traps he had planted earlier.

A warrior with a giant shield rushed forward against the hunter's fire, and the huge figure enveloped the dwarf solidly. Most hunters are not accustomed to this kind of close-range shooting, and when they encounter such situations, they usually draw their spears or double swords to engage in hand-to-hand combat, or quickly retreat under the cover of their pets in order to keep a distance from their opponents. However, Redbeard is not equipped with a melee weapon or a pet to assist him, which sets him on a combat path unlike any other hunter. I saw that he did not dodge or dodge, but put the muzzle of the gun against the chest of the shield-bearer. Pull the trigger, and a large amount of ammunition collapses into the enemy's body. He allowed the blood of his enemies to splatter on his face, and did not stop until the enemy could not stand still and fell to the ground. The blood running down his eyebrows and beard didn't stop the hunter's view, and he still fired lethal bullets from time to time, sniping at the stunned foes.

The situation on my side is not too bad, and a few melee enemies can't resist the rune sword in my hand at all. But honestly, those long-range enemies really hurt my eggs. Although I can use a skill called 'Grip of Death' to pull distant enemies in front of me, this skill is very troublesome to unleash, and it often takes dozens of seconds of charging to activate it once. Luckily, I was able to unleash the anti-magic shield to defend against ranged class spell attacks, so it was only a matter of time before I cleared out the caster in front of me.

Just as I was thinking nonsense, a person slowly walked out of the crowd on the other side. He was dressed in glittering golden armor and held a strangely shaped greatsword in his hand. The sword exuded a strange power, and as the power of the giant sword fluctuated, my heart twitched.

I'm familiar with this power, it's magic! It belongs to the Burning Legion, to the dark minions who do nothing evil.

And I know that sword, it is the collection of the fraudster Kilgardan, a symbol of destruction, destruction, ruins. It is Oberline's Sword of Soulbreaker.