Stop it! "When the three of us had completed our mission and were walking back to the city, we suddenly grabbed Niu Wan and the body of the longbow and shot the sun, and stopped them.

"What's wrong?" Niu Million asked suspiciously.

"Shhhh......h

Three strange figures quietly appeared in front of the grassland, walking towards us without hurry. The distance was so far away that I couldn't read their names exactly, except for two small lines of vague letters of varying lengths on each of their heads—one thing was certain, the names of the wild animals of the prairie would never be arranged in such a strange way.

The length and arrangement of the names didn't say much, but most importantly, all three names were written in bright red colors, and the blood-like color was faintly shiny, and even at such a distance, I could feel a strong sign of imminent danger.

You know, depending on the state of each being's soul, the name on the top of their head will also show a different color. The docile and harmless critters will have a safe light green name on the top of their heads, while the common herbivores that have some ability to fight back will have their yellow or brown names. The darker the name, the more hostile and threatening the creature is towards you. When you see a person or an animal with a red name, you'd better keep your weapon within reach at all times, because a battle is already close to you.

Of course, the names of the people of the last empire are also red in our eyes. War determines our hostile positions that are difficult to reconcile, and we must always be vigilant for the emergence of an enemy. And the three figures that appeared at this time were undoubtedly invaders from the territory of the empire.

"What do you see?" Longbow Shot Sun's eyes widened, and he shook his head and asked.

"There are three ...... of the Empire," I replied, "...... It's coming to us. ”

"Where's it......" Niu Million shouted curiously, "...... Why didn't I see anything? ”

I took off the "binoculars" I wore on my waist and handed them to Niu Wanwan's hand:

"With this you can see it."

When the "telescope" turned around in the hands of Niu Million and Longbow Shooting Sun and returned to my hands, the three figures had already come closer. So I was finally able to identify them:

Walking on the far right was a forty-third level berserker of the Demon Clan, his body was slightly thinner than Niu Million, and the bronze armor on his body covered his left shoulder diagonally, tightly wrapping his left chest, entire left arm, and lower abdomen. However, his entire right shoulder and right arm were completely bare, revealing his thick crimson muscles, showing his bravery and strength. He had a long-handled machete stuck diagonally behind his back - a relatively rare weapon because the grip was too long. It's hard to swing freely, and it's slow to attack, but if you take it lightly, its powerful attack power and long range will definitely make you suffer.

Legendary. The Demon Race is an evil race with a grossly disproportionate sex ratio. Perhaps driven by the nature of the race that seeks power and satisfies the destruction of the earth, there are far more male members than women in this race, with a population ratio of almost more than six to one. This makes the odds of a man of this race getting a mate very slim. The pressure to reproduce the race is enormous. This particular circumstance is evident in the name of this rough and reckless demonic berserker. His name is: male, brand-name undergraduate, urban household registration, healthy appearance, no bad habits, fixed housing, annual salary of 100,000 yuan.

Although this name is far less earth-shattering and endless, it is also a rare long name. Although I don't quite understand what he means by "famous undergraduate" and "urban hukou". But the meaning of "physical fitness and appearance" is very obvious. Apparently the visionary and well-intentioned parents of this demonic berserker marked his name as early as his birth, giving him a head start in the brutal race for reproduction.

Walking on the far left is a female vampire with slender cheeks and short purple hair. Her eye sockets were covered with blue-black glitter, her two large eyes shimmered with a seductive sheen, and her lower lip showed two small, white fangs. She was wearing a set of bright red leather armor, two light stabbing swords stuck behind her back, and a silver moon lyre hanging from her waist.

This is a forty-four-level sword dancer. Maybe it's the first time you've heard the name, and there's nothing to be ashamed of, because it's a rare profession in the first place.

The Sword Dancer is a minstrel turned profession. As a champion of the beauty of art and the owner of musical magic, the Bard also has three career paths: those who sing high-spirited and uplifting heroic group singers will be transformed into "Northland Poets", using his fierce arias to stimulate the potential of his combat companions and bless them with various auxiliary states; Bards, who like to play in a minor tune and have a breezy singing voice, can turn into "clowns" and use their singing to charm their enemies in battle, blessing them with all kinds of unfavorable states, making them sluggish and vulnerable.

When it comes to team adventures, whether it's the "Northland Poets" or

Both are very popular adventurous professions. Their own lethality can greatly increase the combat effectiveness of the entire team through their own war songs, and if used reasonably, they will definitely receive a good effect that one plus one is greater than two.

In contrast, "Sword Dancer" is the lone ranger of the bards, and most of his war songs will only work on himself, increasing his speed, strength, etc., but will not be able to help his teammates better. In addition, through the deepening of their ability to comprehend music, the sword dancers have also mastered the art of "sword dance" full of rhythm and rhyme, and are a group of elegant warriors who can dance alone on the blade of the sword. Their understanding of kendo is unique, and any ordinary long sword in their hands will produce a power beyond its own texture. The legendary Great Sword Dancers were even able to use a junior longsword with only five points of attack to create more damage than a high-level magic weapon.

However, the reason why this female vampire became a sword dancer is probably not because she was guided by the god of music, but because she was limited by innate conditions, and she had to choose this career change without having to chant loudly.

Stuttering out of tune and forgetting words, that's her name. I have to say that it takes a lot of courage for a guy with such a name to be able to choose a bard as his profession. And when this guy is a woman, this courage can only be described as "tough".

Walking among them was a forty-fourth-level necromancer, whose name was "This man is dead. Something to burn paper" - a name that is very suitable for the spirits of the dead. The aqua-blue magic robe and a long-roded staff that scattered a little ice crystal from time to time showed that he was just like Fei Yin. is a mage who specializes in ice magic.

These three bizarre names aren't the only ones on their heads. Below each of their names, there is a long string of identical red letters: Tough, red, and authoritarian, law enforcement must be strict, and violations must be investigated, and the end of the empire withered land, town management, small feet, red armbands, picket brigade. It took me a long time to realize that it was probably the name of the same guild as their home - it was a shocking guild name.

The three adventurers from the Blighted Lands gradually approached, and I am afraid that it would take another two or three minutes to work. They will be able to discover our existence.

"What should I do?" I looked at my two companions and whispered questions about them.

"What's there to think about? Kill them all! Longbow Sun licked his lips excitedly, and his fleshy face, covered with a long brown-red beard, involuntarily piled up a sinister smile.

For the fanatical and warlike Dwarven devotees, this obvious question has no value in thinking. Don't say that there are only three enemies ahead. Even if thirty or three hundred enemies were coming this way, this reckless war maniac would not hesitate to rush forward with a stick and pound it until his magic power was exhausted...... Belch...... Of course...... In the end, he was beaten to death.

Niu Million did not rush to decide, but borrowed my "telescope" again. I looked at the three people for a while, and then I returned the "telescope" to my hand, scratching my head a little embarrassed.

"The three of them...... Three or four levels lower than all of us......" Niu Million bowed his head reverently......

…… Then he happily carried his obsidian pillar onto his shoulders. His face was full of cheerful expressions of bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

Check it out. This is the true face of the holies, noblest, and most personable "knight of knights" on the continent of Falvi. Sometimes I even wonder if the warriors of the Blighted Lands were half as evil as this guy. The Falvi continent has long been wiped out by them.

We can't wait to rush to the three unlucky ghosts who came to the door, in our hearts, we have long regarded them as soft persimmons that can be kneaded at will - it's not that we are too light on the enemy, for these air waders, the gap between the three and four levels means a large degree of soul power advantage, whether it is attack power, defense or our own vitality is greatly advantaged, not to mention, according to the observation just now, we also have a lot of advantage in the level of equipment, in this case, If we lose, we're really going to hell of it.

Sure enough, the three guys from the Apocalyptic Empire saw us suddenly appear, completely confused, and hurriedly put on a posture of resistance. At a glance, it was clear that they had little combat experience, and the mage with thin armor actually stood at the front, and the berserker and sword dancer were bare behind the mage, and they had no consciousness to resist the attack for their comrades.

With the help of the "Footprints of the Wind Elve", I rushed to the front of the front, and with a sword up, a "mighty impact" met the sword dancer and killed him.

Seeing me approaching, the vampire chick hurriedly whispered a short war song. Her singing voice is light and ethereal, and it sounds very pleasant, neither stuttering out of tune nor forgetting words. As it turned out, her terrible name simply didn't live up to its name.

Following the melody of the song, the sword dancer's body swayed softly. Despite my hostile stance, I can't help but admit that she dances gracefully, her soft waist twisting rhythmically. The muscles of the whole body are involved, like a graceful flower swaying in the wind.

With the dance of the not

, the sword dancer's body has undergone a wonderful change. In my eyes, her body gradually became blurred, and there seemed to be a swaying phantom behind her, as if a layer of seductive tulle was attached to her body, and it was about to rise.

This skill is the Booming Dance, which increases your agility during combat and causes your body to create an afterimage when dancing. Increases the chance of dodging enemy attacks.

However, the skill of combat cannot make up for the gap in soul level between us. I stabbed it with my sword, but it was still bloody, and the female vampire lost more than a hundred lives in an instant. She screamed in pain. Swing your twin swords and strike back at me violently.

The sword dancer's swordsmanship is truly unique, no matter how ferocious the vampire's attacks are, he always maintains a graceful posture, blending a trace of artistic beauty into the brutal battle. In a matter of moments. I had been struck three times in the shoulder, elbow and left rib.

However, without enough attack power to back it up, her aggressive offensive is just a useless fist and embroidered leg for me after all, and it can only bring a few skin injuries at most. It's not threatening enough. Relying on the sturdy armor and strong defense, I opened up and fought her brutally. In a situation where the power is overwhelming, this unreasonable and unreasonable rogue play is precisely the easiest to achieve. Three or five rounds are over. I firmly grasped the initiative in the battle. That vampire sword dancer can only rely on his agility to temporarily escape my attacks and take time to drink a vial of life potion. This is the only way to barely keep fighting.

"Jeffritz, you are shameless. actually bullied a girl, people are three levels lower than you! Niu Million laughed at me loudly as he picked up the stone pillar and happily smashed it at the demon berserker in front of him - this cheap cow was more than four levels higher than this poor demon who wanted his wife crazy and even had courtship information written in his name, and I really couldn't see any position on him to accuse me of being "shameless" so justifiably.

Just as Niu Million was distracted and yelled at me, the Demon Berserker roared, and a powerful force erupted from his body. In an instant, his already thick and strong muscles immediately became larger, and his blood was full of blood and strength, and his originally dark brown eyeballs became hot and red, as if they were about to drip blood.

"Come on, I've died with you!" The Demon Berserker screamed and pounced on Niu Million, the long-handled machete in his hand dancing vigorously, and his attack speed increased significantly.

The main reason why a berserker is called a "berserker" is that he must be able to master the berserker's housekeeping skill - "berserker". Once this skill is used, over a certain period of time, Berserker's already incredibly powerful attack power will be further increased, and his speed will also be greatly enhanced. Of course, they will also have to pay for this short-lived strength, and their defense will be much lower during the rage.

The demonic berserker who entered the berserk stance slashed the machete in his hand viciously at Niu Million, hoping that his powerful skills could reverse the unfavorable situation in front of him. He didn't expect that just as he raised his knife to slash, Niu Wan's mouth quickly recited a spell, and then raised his left hand, and a golden divine magic light shield suddenly covered his whole body.

"Poof!" The machete slammed into the light mask, making a tattered grinding sound, and returned in vain.

Millions of cattle were unscathed.

"I forgot to tell you...... "Taking advantage of the weakness of the berserker's defense, Niu Million did not give up, picked up the obsidian pillar and smashed it violently, and said with a cheap smile while smashing it, "...... Actually, I'm a paladin! ”

Of the three enemies, the most depressed is probably the mage of the undead. Encountering the longbow shooting the sun, his previous combat experience against spellcasters completely lost its reference value. I guess this was the first time in his life that he had encountered a devout man chasing after his ass and smashing people with a stick, but this dwarf's attack speed was too fast to use any magic that took a little longer to prepare, for fear that he would be smashed in the face by the longbow shooting sun.

Finally, the necromancer "This man is dead. Something to burn paper" seized a rare opportunity, and a "freezing technique" froze the longbow and the sun in place, unable to move. Just as he let out a long breath, intending to distance himself and grind the violent devotee to death with a long-range attack spell, Longbow Shooter crossed his hands in front of his chest, chanted a spell aloud, and sent out a magical lightsaber full of holy divine power in his hand, chasing the necromancer's ass and shooting at him. This is the most useful attack spell for ordinary believers: "God-Given Blade".

Whether it is a long-range attack or hand-to-hand combat, the longbow can afford to hold and put down, and the necromancer has completely lost his temper.

It was a completely unfair battle and we had an overwhelming advantage from the start. If everything goes according to this trend, it won't be long before we declare ourselves victorious with a massacre. Just as we were caught up in the generosity of the battle, and contemplated the joy and glory of victory, there seemed to be an abnormal fluctuation in the air behind me, and a cool breeze stroked my neck, causing me to feel alarmed.