How do you delve into the hate mechanics in the game?

If you look at the bosses as normal intelligent "people", it seems that there is no way to explain why they keep holding on to one person and fighting them, regardless of the treatment and everything else.

"But Yin" is naturally trying its best to explain this matter, in addition to the fact that the target of hatred cannot remain unchanged for a long time, the essence of all skills that increase hatred is the fluctuation of spiritual power.

Skills are spells, and hatred spells are a means to falsely expand spiritual power fluctuations and make NPCs misjudge the threat of this skill.

And the perception of spiritual power fluctuations is almost a breath-like instinct for most people in this world who hold spiritual roots.

But the first machine that became a monk halfway through the road was not.

What is the fluctuation of spiritual power.

Kill Healing and DPS are just right!

Those who are dressed in heavy armor can go back a little, and those who use daggers with heads and brains, and hold a book and a wooden stick in their hands, they should quickly enter the ground.

It won't be until the early stage of the game is over, and most players will react like the Simeng players at this moment, and the Iron Triangle will no longer work.

"I can't pull it, I can't pull it!"

The heavily armored tank brandished a flail and watched in despair as Han Dongwen flew through the formation with a steel gun in his hand.

", this is a kite!"

A West Asian player gritted his teeth and reasoned, throwing a sword in his hand to his side, and the whole person ran in the opposite direction.

"Chase him!"

Han Dongwen let out a loud shout and pointed in the direction that the player rushed out.

He was all too familiar with this technique, and when it came to the use of prayer signs, the first machine was much better than this.

From behind him rushed a petite body with white hair, wielding a huge hammer that did not match his size.

"Damn, there's still players making trouble!"

In the battlefield where PVP and PVE are mixed, only those who survive are qualified to open monsters!

Fortunately, the current West Asian players have some skills to deal with PVP since they were deflated in Wucheng last time.

The sword in the other direction lit up, and the West Asian player showed a disdainful smile at Tang Xiaobei who was killing in front of him, and raised his knee to her stomach.

Vertigo!

With his other hand, he took out the second sword from behind him with his backhand, and stabbed Tang Xiaobei on his body with a few puffs.

Fortunately, Tang Xiaobei's addition point is already meaty, and the blood bar, which is still dense, only barely dropped by one-third, which is quite acceptable.

"a little!"

Tang Xiaobei shouted angrily outside the game.

The time for vertigo was approaching, and the West Asian player laughed wildly, and the whole person lit up with pale runic light.

Prayer Sermons!

His form quickly dissipated, appearing in the direction of the first sword.

This is the escape route that only West Asian players have!

However, the next second he landed, Han Dongwen, who was dressed in the white robe of Han Yingzong, had already appeared in front of him like a ghost.

The steel gun stabbed out, right in the chest!

The blood bar fell suddenly, as if the gun had stabbed on the main artery, and the player gritted his teeth and retreated, which could be regarded as a benefit for the player's sluggish pain.

"me, how can this thing hurt this way if you don't eat taunts?!"

He shouted anxiously.

"Can you be better?"

Behind him, a beautiful and moving player character said in disgust, her appearance like a nun, and her cloth armor looked like a logistics role.

"Bao, milk me quickly!"

The former could only say with a dark face, and once again felt two swords in his hand.

"That's it, it's okay to talk well, so I won't ......"

The nun player nodded in satisfaction, and a scripture book in her hand automatically rose without wind, and a round of pale light flashed with runes.

However, before she could finish speaking, a dagger suddenly appeared on her white neck.

"Who's the milk, sister?"

A dark voice came.

At some point, the nun was already standing behind her with a double dagger in her hands.

Poof, a knife cut throat.

Then, after a long time of dust, the other hand played a knife flower, and slammed the handle of the dagger into the nun's waist.

Vertigo!

The second stab was stabbed, and it was clearly a violent blow with a good buff on the poison.

The nun looked around in confusion, and after a long time of success, a purple-red pink mist lit up under her body, and her figure dissipated into it.

"Die, if there is a next time, think about who you should follow."

Han Dongwen was awe-inspiring, and the steel gun in his hand swept away the sword thrown by the player in front of him, and with a pop of it, he was provoked and turned into a white light.

"...... What about the regimental commander...... What are you doing......

Before he died, the player's hand was reluctantly stretched into the air.

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"Your princess...... Not all ...... The Emperor's plaything? ”

In mid-air, fine beads of sweat oozed from Nancy's forehead.

The light screen has been shattered, but the pressure given to her by Duan Qingzhu in front of her is still invisible.

The battle between the two of them was almost static, relying entirely on Nancy's spiritual power to fight against Duan Qingzhu's "order".

Listening to Nancy's words, Duan Qingzhu's fat face smiled rarely:

"Who knows, maybe being the princess of Simeng is more interesting than you think?"

"Interesting?"

Nancy gritted her teeth and smiled, that expression had long since lost the compassion she had when she watched the "live broadcast".

"Forget it, you fat pig is just an emperor's pawn, what do the Simeng people say, horse pawn?"

Her hand moved to her waist and drew a sword adorned with ornate gemstones.

"Aren't you a pawn of that bad old man?"

Duan Qingzhu smiled, and his sausage-like fingers pointed in the direction of Gascohen: "At least the emperor of Simeng is sometimes quite obedient and pleasing to the eye." ”

Nancy raised the silver sword, brushed twice and rushed towards Duan Qingzhu with the sword light that drew a cross in front of her.

"Scatter!"

Duan Qingzhu's stomach turned upside down, and as soon as he drank it, the cross sword light suffocated in front of him, and it suddenly turned into pieces.

It was a temptation, and Nancy's eyes were still cautiously looking at the fat man in front of her.

"Why don't you keep your mouth shut and let Nancy kill you?"

She suddenly smiled sweetly and winked at Duan Qingzhu.

Unexpectedly, Duan Qingzhu barely wavered for a second, and only piled up a smile hehehe:

"It's not good for you to be contemptible, I won't obey my fate."

Nancy bit her lower lip: "Our chaste regimental leader Hannah can't do anything about your black-robed lieutenant, I guess the men in Simeng are probably not men!" ”

Duan Qingzhu raised his hand and touched his chin: "Hmm...... It's a pity that we have built Yihong Mansion all over the country, and it was personally allocated by His Royal Highness. ”

And that was the end of the sentence.

Nancy let out a long sigh, half-dancing with the silver sword in her hand, and stood in front of her with a bang.

"Come, my lord, by patience."

"He who is not quick to anger is better than a warrior. He who subdues his own heart is better than taking the city. ”

The storm shook, and Nancy's body suddenly lit up with a scarlet light.

As if it was the same, on the major battlefields visible to the naked eye, the bodies of the remaining knight commanders suddenly lit up with red light.

The oracles were invoked, with one exception.

Tilda looked at Gascoen coldly, and for a while, she moved her gaze to the Holy Seat that Gascoen was guarding behind her.

"So, relying on this child, you can become so much stronger, no wonder you were desperate for me back then."

Gascon Hoho smiled and spread his hands: "You are very good, you are very good, but now that the Lord has arrived, it is enough for the Church to have this Holy Son!" ”

Tilda sighed.

"The Lord has never forsaken me, but you have turned away from the way."

"The false god you created with your blood-stained hands is the greatest betrayal of her."

In the wind, the ice spear condenses.

In the next second, the giant spear containing majestic mana was thrown out like a bullet, and it stabbed at Porta, who was sitting on the Holy Throne.