The ramp goes down to the sea, where the trade goods are stacked like a mountain, and the dock workers scattered around the place are busy carrying the goods, forming a magnificent scene like ants moving mountains. As it stands, the chaos in the upper alleys has not affected the operation of this trading terminal.

Looking around, large and small sea boats lined up on the pier, falling along with the roaring waves. If it weren't for the silver dragon flag that stood high in the middle of the ships and waved in the wind in the air, the charr might not be able to find the 'dragon roar fleet' that Ranger Borg called for a short time.

Sweeping his gaze behind him, those NPC shadow thieves really followed, some shadow thieves took shortcuts in the alleys to follow, and some of them walked on the wall, the morning sun cast down, and the ground clearly reflected the distorted shadows of these assassins.

At this time, Charles's pupils shrank slightly, and he retracted his gaze and looked forward, about a dozen players were blocked under the slope, and the leaders were none other than Yeyue and Tyro!

"Former wolf and then tiger ......"

"Activate the armor's flying effect, it's not hard to get out!"

The target fleet was moored at the dock dozens of meters away, and after Charles figured out how to get out, his previously somewhat flustered mind gradually calmed down.

Since it's okay to get out, Charles thinks it's time to think about how to get back on the field.

The assassination of the Shadow Thieves Guild made him very unhappy, and his game credo must be vented if he is unhappy, otherwise the negative emotions will accumulate in his heart and eventually explode and even destroy a person. Therefore, negative emotions must be excreted in time!

The Shadow Thief Mentor Gene has been dragged down by Ranger Borg, and the two heroes may be inseparable for a few days and nights in a real battle, and now the Warden and the City Guard are almost here. Scarlett, a female mage. Paladin is still to come. The charr didn't have to worry about reinforcements from the Shadow Thieves.

His enemies are the dozen or so players in front of him. There were also six or seven NPC shadow thieves from behind him.

About 20 enemies.

If it is a pure warfighter, it will definitely feel a big headache, and being beaten is the last thing a warfighter wants to see. However, for spellcasters, especially those with a large number of scrolls, no amount of enemies is more than a school of fish belly, and mid-to-high-level AOE spells can sweep through large areas!

However, before throwing the scroll to vent, Charles felt the need to let Nightmoon and Tyro kill first. Otherwise, when he kills this group of people, he will have to carry more than 10 faction offset values on his body.

"Get out of the way—"

Shartidun rushed down the ramp with his sword, and seeing him take the initiative to charge, Yeyue and Telo let out a cold laugh, "You will definitely not be able to run this time!" ”

"Let's kill, let's go together!"

Except for Night Moon and Tyro, the other 10 players are friends and relatives of the two, and the level is not low, Charles swept away while charging, and saw that the lowest level was a half-orc warrior of lv13.

Among them, 2 are Lv14 mages of the evil faction. Already standing at the bottom of the ramp and wielding his staff to cast spells. Charles's eyes flashed when he saw the bottom, and he took the lead in locking on these 2 mages!

One way or another. The caster must die first, otherwise his nearly 200 HP will not be able to withstand the bombardment of spells.

"Bang"

A loud crash resounded through the ramp. Charles charged with a shield and collided with the lv13 shield-holding half-orc warrior, the burly half-orc, who was at least half a body taller than Charles, screamed miserably when the collision first happened, and the whole person seemed to be hit by a truck, falling into the crowd, knocking the two lv14 mages unsteadily, causing the spell casting to be interrupted.

Nightmoon and Telo dodged in time, so they didn't get hit by the orcs. Seeing this scene, Yeyue swallowed her saliva fiercely, and said to Tyro in a hurried tone: "It's tricky-"

"Xiaohu's strength attribute has 19 points, and he is almost 1 point on the transcendent line, but according to the situation, the priest has 25 strength attributes...... It's horrible! ”

Yeyue didn't understand, a priest who increased his strength to such a high level with a divine horse, didn't he care about the main attribute of 'perception'? Strength is not as important to a priest as physique and charisma, why add more than 20 points! Not scientific at all!

Tyro took a deep breath to suppress the fear and jealousy that faintly passed through his eyes, and clenched the hilt of the greatsword with both hands, holding the sword in front of his chest, chanting the magic spell.

"[Power of the Ox] (Second Ring)!"

Paladins can master the first ring spell at lv3, but they can master the second ring spell at lv12. The Fallen Paladins and Dark Guardians also inherited the Paladin's spell-casting abilities.

After throwing the [Ox Power] to himself, Telo looked at his strength attribute that had risen to 22 points, and finally raised some confidence in his heart.

"I'll meet him!"

Tyro said in a deep voice, and without waiting for the night moon to respond, he took his sword and sneaked up on Charles's back.

"[Shadow Attack]!"

The Dark Guard directly uses a combat ability, which can be seen as a combat skill, and on top of the weapon's base damage, there is also an additional damage value depending on the change of strength attributes.

Bang! There was a tearing force behind him. The charr was attacked and activated the Shield of the Mountains magic before being slashed by the greatsword, and then his legs and feet were rooted in the stone slabs of the ramp like tree stumps.

My HP has dropped by a whopping 56 points!

32%！

This kind of damage is terrible for a melee like the Darkguard. Charles scolded in his heart, and the idea of being tough in the enemy group was still too naïve and confident. These dozen players are not good at stubble, if the group is below lv10, it's okay to say, the average level is above lv13, it's a bit blindly confident.

It's not that bad, though.

Because after Tyro and Night Moon came over with their relatives and friends, the several NPC shadow thieves who chased him had no room to attack him. It's kind of a layer of flesh bullet wall.

"Don't play around."

"Let's get on the boat......"

Feeling stressed, Charles immediately restrained his playful thoughts.

It's not impossible to vent anger on the front, but it's too draining. Charles slammed his shield and swept his sword back, forcefully forcing back those around him, then quickly put away his shield and flail, and while taking out a scroll, the flight-like magic of the Eagle Feather Armor was activated.

Supported by a pair of large golden wings, Charles rose from the ground, and chanted the scroll's unsealing spell, shaking off the already burning [Acid Rain Explosion] (Six Rings) scroll, and an exclamation suddenly came from the ground.

"Zizizizi."

A dark green raindrop of strong acid enveloped the bottom of the ramp, and players and NPC Shadow Thieves within the spell radius suffered continuous strong acid damage, and patches of bright red damage floated above their heads.

Charles remained levitated in the air more than twenty meters above the ground, calmly looking at the people who were tumbling in pain below.

Two lv14 mage players have already fallen to the ground with empty blood before they can throw out their energy defense shields.

Then there are the Wanderers and the Rangers. Tyro and the lv13 orc warrior almost survived until the spell ended, but eventually escaped death.

Finally, there are the NPC Shadow Thieves. Two highly reflective and agile shadow thieves crawled out of the spell range under the severe pain of strong acid corrosion, and shrank in the cargo pile next to the ramp, in a state of near death. Charles was about to swoop down and take out the two Shadow Thieves, but there was a strange noise in the inventory.

Bite.

An ordinary vase appeared in front of Charles out of thin air, and Anastasia, the wind djinn, emerged from the mouth of the bottle, half of her delicate body still hidden in the bottle, and stared coldly at the roof of a house on the upper floor of the ramp with her blue eyes. (To be continued.) )