The two elves, a man and a woman, were standing on the ruined wall, the elven girl flowing like water on her shoulders, and the twilight sun shone on her hair, as if it could not stay on the lubricated hair, and could only flow between the strands of hair, as if a sparkling blue spring was pouring down from the top of the elven woman's head.

Despite her slight size, the weapon in the elf's hand was frighteningly large. It was a huge musket, the muzzle of which was almost thicker than her arm, and when it was placed on the ground, it was almost as high as the bridge of an elven girl's nose, and it was like a hardcover compressed version of a goblin howitzer. Every part of this huge firearm was filled with a rough and violent atmosphere, completely subverting the gentle and delicate feeling of this elf girl.

Beside the elf girl, half-squatting was a tall, straight, slightly lazy elf man. He now clasped his hands around his arms, held the longbow in his hands to his chest, and looked at us with a hippie smile. The arrow that hit the demonic berserker just now was obviously from his hand. He wore a strange visor on his face, two heavy, transparent round glass lenses that clasped his eyes tightly, almost half of his cheeks, and a green power suit on his body, which made him look a bit like an oversized toad.

A small white rabbit was lying lazily on top of the elven archer's head, looking dozing. This little round ball of flesh was born with the enchanting power that all sapient female beings are not immune to, and the vampire sword dancer "stutters and runs away and forgets the words" Lady Lady's eyes glow at the sight of it. Unusually out of shape, he pulled the arm of the troll assassin who dared to be uglier than me and shouted: "Husband, look at the rabbit, the rabbit, what a cute rabbit......"

Legend has it that the toad and the rabbit were two of the moonlight's favorite pets, and she would take them with her whenever she traveled. And now this scene in front of us is like a picture of the moonlight goddess going out on tour that has become a reality.

Still, I certainly wouldn't mistake the long-haired elven woman for the goddess of the night who rules the moon and the stars. She's just an ordinary elven beast tamer named Wild Goose Formation. And the toad crouching beside her—ah, wrong, the elf—wasn't it our old acquaintance, the short-sighted elven marksman, String Go? As for the rabbit entrenched above the head of Xian Ge Yayi, it is naturally the first "battle pet" tamed by the wild goose array - the white rabbit "Rabbit Rubbing".

Seeing them suddenly appear, I felt a lot more relieved: with their help. At least we're in a four-on-four situation, and with the exception of one high-ranking Assassin who is slightly higher than ours, everyone else is generally lower-level, and our chances of victory are greater.

Take advantage of the enemy's distraction. I dragged my longbow and shot the sun, and ran to the broken wall where they were. The four men suddenly came to their senses, screamed and waved their weapons after us. The necromancer preemptively shot an ice spear right in my hip. I felt a pain in my butt first, and then a cold, tingling touch seeped through the roots of my tail. Half of my body immediately became cold and sore, and I was miserable. I can only limp and flee at the same time, and curse in my heart that this insidious magician will not die a good death!

But then I discovered that the curse was technically difficult: the undead apparently had only a clean skeleton shelf. What intestines and stomach have long been eaten by which wild dog. And he's an undead. It's already dead. If you want him to "have a rotten stomach and die well" again, this difficulty is ...... It seems to be quite large.

Finally, we didn't run slowly. Soon it was within range of the two elves. I only heard a loud "bang", and the musket in the hand of the wild goose array burst out with a thunderous sound, which immediately bombarded the magician into the garden. She stood at the head of the wall, holding up the giant iron rod-like musket effortlessly with one hand, her eyes widened, her long hair danced wildly, and ominous black smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, and the soaring evil aura emanating from her body made people feel a faint chill in her heart.

Almost at the same moment, more than twenty sharp arrows whizzed out at incredible speed, covering a stretch of the road behind us. The enemy who followed us was caught off guard, and suddenly everyone was hit by a few arrows. Fortunately, although the speed of his "continuous shooting" skill is extremely fast, the lethality is not very strong, and the remaining three pursuers only suffered a small loss.

Seeing that the momentum was not right, the troll assassin swept his cloak in front of him, and suddenly turned into a cloud of shadows and lost his trace in front of us. However, the demonic berserker relied on his own strength to stand in front of the vampire sword dancer, and rushed through this barrier of feathered arrows.

My heart moved, and I immediately turned to meet the demonic berserker. He relied on his broadsword to gain the upper range, and swept me across without waiting for me to get close. I was prepared and immediately raised my shield to parry. The sword and shield struck, and I immediately felt a stagnation in my left hand, unable to completely defend against his blow, and the wide blade scraped horizontally across my arm, costing me hundreds of lives.

Although I was wounded by the knife, I did not stop, but stepped up my pace, stabbing the Berserker in the waist with a "straight stab", and then slashing his backhand diagonally, cutting another bloody mark in his chest, followed by a horizontal slap of my left arm, and a "savage impact" slammed the shield on his chest. Just as I was about to continue attacking, the Demon Berserker raised his head to the sky and roared, which made me panic and my movements suddenly stopped.

I know that this is the effect of "Fear Roar", and as a Warrior's offensive class, Berserker has also inherited this terrifying Battle Cry skill. However, thanks to the "Lifting Heart" magic contained in the Battle Samurai's emblem, which relieves a variety of negative conditions, including fear, I immediately activated this magic and regained control of my body.

"Strength comes from courage!" I let out a long sigh and silently recited the samurai's creed in my heart.

What I didn't expect was that just when I wanted to continue attacking. The eyes of the demon berserker who wanted to go crazy with his wife suddenly turned green, and a glowing ghost light suddenly shot into my eyes. I felt a sudden flower in front of me, and all the clear and clear scenes in my eyes suddenly distorted, gradually becoming indistinguishable, and finally all became a blurry, chaotic, mottled mass of colors, and I could not see anything.

Later, I found out that this is a racial skill unique to the Demon Race, called "Soul Disruption", which can directly invade the opponent's heart with their magical eyes. Plunge your opponent into a brief period of chaos.

Although this state of confusion was only five seconds, it seemed like a long time had passed for me unconsciously. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the Berserker's broadsword cut off his head. A single knife took me more than two hundred points

And the damage he did from being slashed by me just now has recovered

Although I suffered a loss as soon as I fought each other, I was very down-to-earth. The attack speed of the long knife is too slow. He slashed me hard enough for me to stab him three times in the back, and even if he went berserk, my attack speed would be twice as fast as his, and my defense would be far superior to his. No matter how this battle is fought, I will take advantage.

I'm in the middle of a battle with the Demon Berserker on this side, and the Longbow Shooter is already in battle with the Vampire Sword Dancer. When confronted with this opponent, the dwarven devout people were full of complaints. Complained to me for a long time:

"Ahh Jeffritz. How did you leave her to me? It's too much, don't you know that his husband is standing next to him? I don't know when I'm going to get a knife in the neck! You're pushing me to death! You scumbag. Hurry up and change it for me! ”

When I fought this female vampire, Niu Million called me "shameless", and now I am avoiding him, and the dwarf who shoots the sun with a longbow calls me "despicable", which still makes people live? Is it so hard to be a good person?

I glanced at the longbow and shot at the sun, ignoring him, of course. The thought of the troll assassin's sneak attack from behind sent a chill through my heart. Isn't it true that this sword should be inflicted on believers who are more favored by the Most High God, who often say, "It is a test of God to bear the suffering for others with one's own body"? Longbow, the time has come for God and the people to test you, and you must persevere, and you don't need to thank me for giving you this opportunity to be tested.

Seeing that I didn't mean to change opponents, the Dwarven Devout could only weep and fight the vampire sword dancer very reluctantly.

But why do I always think that behind his full complaints, there is a trace of evil excitement?

"Eldest sister, you have to be merciful, I never dare to fight with girls......" With a wave of his right hand, the bone nunchuck hit his head with a "woo" sound.

"I have always been a friend of women who respect women, love women, and support women's independence, and my favorite program is CCTV's "Half the Sky", and one episode will not fall ......" "Papa" flew head-on with two sticks.

"Big brother, you also saw it, I don't want to fight with the eldest sister, if you want to blame that despicable guy over there, he forced me to fight with the eldest sister. It's all his fault...... Ahh......h Use the nunchuck, hum ......"

When encountering such a despicable and obscene opponent, even if the Sword Dancer Lady was a vampire with "stuttering out of tune and forgetting words", she was so ashamed that she almost broke out of breath, and almost spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Actually, what really worries me is not the berserker in front of me, nor the sword dancer who fights with the longbow shooter, but the troll assassin who has been hiding on the sidelines, "who dares to be uglier than me". This high-level killer is elusive and has a terrifying explosive power, and if you are not careful, you may be killed by him with one blow. Now, we know that this guy is lurking around us, waiting for an opportunity to launch a fierce sneak attack on us, but we don't know where. Even though I had the upper hand in a frontal battle, I always felt like a fresh fish struggling on a chopping board, and sooner or later I had to be stabbed.

I'd rather he show his form and besiege me with the two demon berserkers, at least so that he can fight happily even if he dies. The feeling of life and death in the hands of the enemy like this is really heart-wrenching and sad.

I now know why some people say that "the invisible enemy is the most terrible". The deterrent power of the unknown threat hidden in the darkness is sometimes even more powerful than his real destructive power.

What people didn't expect was that the elven marksman String Ge Yayi had already approached the battle group at some point. He took out his bow and arrows. We slapped it in our hands, but we didn't shoot, and we were left to fight with the demonic berserkers and vampire sword dancers. I didn't know what he wanted to do, but when I was surprised, he did something I couldn't believe:

He actually took off the wide, heavy glasses on his face.

It's been a long time since I've seen his fair and handsome face, and I'm really not used to him taking off his glasses at first. Without the help of his glasses, his eyes were hazy, and if someone who didn't know saw it. Maybe you really use the word "deep" to describe them -- uh...... That's how I described it.

The surprise of the string song does not end there. He didn't just take off his glasses, he even closed them. He lowered his head and stood sideways at us, turning his left ear in our direction. His ears are extraordinarily flexible. It's still spinning without stopping, and it looks so interesting.

"Xian Ge Yayi, what do you want to do......" I just wanted to shout at this idiot who abandoned his martial arts, but I didn't finish my words. Suddenly, I saw the elven marksman turn slightly to the right, and with both hands in a concise and extreme movement, he drew his bow and arrow, and shot an arrow at the open space in front of him without hesitation. Surprisingly. The arrow came to a halt after firing less than five steps, a thin mist of blood splattered on the arrow.

At the end of the arrow, the troll assassin "Who dares to be uglier than me" gradually reveals his figure.

Longbow Shooting Sun gasped: the invisible killer was standing three paces behind him.

Xiange Yayi immediately put on her glasses.

I wondered if I should get myself a pair of glasses to wear as well. Because now I feel like my eyeballs are trying to break free of their sockets. If there isn't anything in front of them, it's a little bit of a talk. I'm afraid I'm going to have to look all over the ground for the broken pieces of my eyeballs.

"This ...... What's going on? "The longbow screamed at the sun, and shouted at the strings with excitement and incomprehension." …… Can you see him? ”

"I can hear ...... to be exact," the elven marksman shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, and then another arrow flew out, right in the middle of whom's waist would dare to be uglier than me...... Yesterday, I forgot to repair my equipment, and my glasses were broken and I couldn't wear them, so I was blocked in the cave by a group of werewolves. I closed my eyes and shot indiscriminately, and finally was cut back to the resurrection point, and after resurrection, I found that I had learned this trick again, 'Listen to the Wind Arrow', and I could shoot nearby enemies with my voice. Hey, it's just that the power is a little smaller, the consumption of fighting energy is large, and the cooldown time is too long...... "This half-crippled elf who has gone to the shit luck ground actually got cheap and shook his head obediently.

Within a certain amount of time in battle, an Assassin had two chances to hide his tracks. These two opportunities determine their absolute initiative in the battle, where they can sneak attack and hide, and retreat, and hide. For an Assassin, his most powerful weapon is not the blade in his hand, but the way he fights without a trace. If you let a good assassin get the first hand when you are completely defenseless, he can even use his explosive and powerful attack power to kill you in an instant; And if he

If you succeed in a short period of time, you can also hide your body shape and calmly leave the battlefield to wait for the next opportunity.

But now, in front of the extremely rare elf who shoots arrows by ear, who dares to be uglier than me, completely loses the opportunity to seize the opportunity, and can only be forced to choose a fighting method that he is never good at, and fight the enemy with frontal hand-to-hand combat that cannot be opportunistic. As a result, his combat effectiveness suddenly dropped significantly.

Even so, the cunning elven marksman didn't give him much chance to fight in close combat. String Song Yayi fought and retreated, always keeping a certain distance from his opponent, shooting a few arrows from a distance, and then turning his face and running. The troll assassin once used the combat skill of "dashing", and finally approached his side, just slashed two swords happily, and was crippled by the "hook foot fall" of Xian Ge Yayi, and watched his opponent escape far away again, and then continued to happily shoot the moving target.

We had a great time fighting with our respective opponents, and the long-haired elven beast trainer Yan Jin also fought with the necromancer "This man is dead. Something to burn paper" handed over - in fact, these two ranged attack pros were the first couple we started fighting.

Earlier, the necromancer was hit by a shot from the geese, and he immediately returned fire, and an ice pick followed by an ice spear shot continuously at the elven beast tamer standing at the head of the wall, opening the curtain on this long-range battle. Streams of dark blue magical light shuttled through the air, accompanied by a loud roar and skyrocketing fire. The momentum is unusually amazing. It may not be the most sinister anomalous battle of any of us, but it is certainly the most hilarious.

On my side, I'm fighting the Demon Berserker with my agility. Although his attacks were powerful and devastating, I relied on my higher attack speed to gain the upper hand.

On the other side of the Wild Goose Formation, the situation was just the opposite: the huge musket of the Elven Beast Tamer Land was extremely powerful, and from time to time it would trigger a knockdown effect, knocking the necromancer over and over again. However, the speed of the musket was too slow, and it took her time to shoot each shot. The opponent had already unleashed two or three spells, and although these single attack spells were not very powerful, the damage caused by taking too many of them was also amazing. What's more, these spells all come with freezing properties attached to them. After the geese were hit, their movements became more and more sluggish.

Soon, the geese were the only ones we were at a disadvantage in this battle. Seeing her clenching her teeth and struggling to support her, my heart suddenly became anxious. I can't wait to kill the haunting berserker in front of me immediately to help her. You know, she's been drawn into this conflict to save us, and I don't want a girl to lose her life in order for us to survive - the samurai's sense of honor will never allow me to let that happen right in front of my eyes.

When my heart is restless. The geese actually stopped attacking. She muttered a spell, and a door to the magical space of the beast tamer's pet appeared in front of her. Without her call, the rabbit tucked at her feet obediently jumped into the magical pet door. Followed by. The chubby, cute-looking sheep war pet "Sheep Baa" shook his head and slipped out of the pet door. When it walked out of the door, it still had a handful of tender grass in its mouth.

Another ice spike shot at the goose position, and the beautiful long-haired elf was undaunted. She pointed her right hand in the direction of the necromancer: "Sheep bleat." Above! ”

At his master's command, the sheep bleated and jumped - oh, maybe it would be more accurate to climb with a rolling belt - and rushed towards the necromancer. Its soft, puffy flesh swayed back and forth, almost obscuring all four of its small hooves, which were not very obvious, and it looked like a fat ball of flesh that could move freely. Surprisingly, even if it was fat and became such a small appearance, its speed was actually not slow, and it trembled and quickly "rolled" in front of the necromancer.

As much as I hate to criticize my companion behind my back—especially if she's a woman—I have to say at this point that she's wasting her time. What could she expect from this fluffy little ball of flesh? Unless her opponent happens to be allergic to wool, this might be a brilliant idea. But...... But......

Do you think a pair of bone racks would react in any way to wool?

With this spare time to summon pets, it is better to fire two more shots to weaken the enemy's vitality as much as possible.

The necromancer was clearly unprepared for the harmless little lamb, and although he watched it approach, he only added a layer of frozen armor to himself, and then concentrated on summoning his attack spells. This time, he had been preparing for a long time, and it looked like it should be a high-level magic of "Ice Storm". If struck by this magic, the entire person will be frozen into an ice sculpture for a split second, and it will take five seconds to regain consciousness, after which the sluggish effects of the freeze will last for another five seconds.

This magic had been brewing for a long time, and a large cloud of cold magical elements gathered into the necromancer's hands from all directions, flashing with a dazzling light of ice blue. The wild goose array was also very anxious about this magic, and she aimed at the necromancer and fired two shots in succession, although all hits, but there was no knockdown effect, only slightly delaying the magician's casting time. Seeing that this ball of magic light is getting bigger and bigger, and the magic power gathered in it is getting more and more sufficient, and it will soon fly out of its hands.

"Baa~~~" The sheep suddenly snorted softly, and then jumped violently and jumped in the air, like a huge ball of yarn that had been suddenly kicked into the sky......

"Boom!" Two small but hard sheep horns slammed into the necromancer's bare skull, making a hollow sound peculiar to bone-like material.

The magic ball of light suddenly disappeared, and this high-level magic that had been accumulated for a long time was completely destroyed by Yang Baa, and along with it, there was also my understanding of the word "cute".

No one knows what happened better than a former warrior, and the attack that Baa Baa leaped high in the air was clearly a standard warrior skill - "Head Hammer". It causes enemies to be stunned for a moment, and can interrupt all spells being cast by the caster.