What is happening before our eyes is enough to make any brave and fearless nearer feel ashamed and angry to death—at least that's how I feel now.

In the terrible necromancer "This man is dead. In front of him, the baby sheep with a round and snow-white body like a pink meatball Baa Baa showed a superb martial art comparable to that of a professional warrior, beating the necromancer in front of him to death - of course, he was originally a dead monster.

In addition to charging continuously with a pair of petite and cute horns, the sheep bleating is also very good at fighting with its tiny teeth and sharp hooves. If you despise these natural weapons because of their small appearance, then your fate can be based on the tragic experience of this necromancer:

"Whoa......," came the necromancer's terrible screams, and then we saw the poor fellow limping past us, and on his right foot, the sheep bit his toe so hard that his whole body hung limply on his foot. Judging by his expression, Sheep Baa seems to find it quite a fun game to hang his entire body with one mouth, and is very satisfied with the taste of this tough chew in his mouth.

"Oops......" The necromancer's hard work finally paid off, only to hear him scream, and the sheep bleated and flew away with a kick from him. I don't know which part of the chubby little ball of meat landed on the ground first, and its body bounced on the ground a few times with great elasticity before it rolled lazily. It bleated softly in dissatisfaction. Then he pursed his lips and spat out something.

If I'm not mistaken, it's like a necromancer's toe bone. This ferocious biting power made me seriously wonder if what was hidden beneath the fine wool of the sheep bleating was a wolf in sheep's clothing—and a rare fat wolf.

The sheep bleated faithfully to complete the attack order given by his master, and as soon as he rolled up, he rushed forward again without hesitation. At this time, the necromancer had fully realized the power of this "war goat", and hurriedly sent out a storm ball to block it. This blow wiped out a third of the sheep's life, but unfortunately, he didn't have a chance to cast a second attack spell in a row.

"Tom!" The obese war sheep with the help of a powerful impact. I hit my head in the magician's crotch, and the loud sound made me, a bystander, feel a tingling at the base of my thigh. At this moment, I can only be glad that I am not in the place of the poor magician.

The magician made a shrill sound like a kingfisher, tightened his legs, and bent over in pain—it was a puzzling thing. What else could be in the crotch of a skeleton rack other than the crotch bones? It stands to reason that he shouldn't have to be in this pain, right?

For the enemy who struggled in pain, the sheep bleated with the fearless spirit of battle, without the slightest pity or sympathy. It swooped upward, rising more than half a man's height. And the volley turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and the two hind hooves kicked the necromancer's face three times in a row with lightning speed.

To be honest, the attack power of the sheep bleating is not high at all, and the loss of life at a time of ten or twenty points is only a little bit of oil skin for the necromancer - if this skeleton still has oil skin to wipe the floor - I don't know what's going on. This fierce sheep has an unimaginably high probability of being stunned when attacking, and almost every ** attack will make the opponent faint for a moment, but its attack speed is amazingly high. Let the opponent in front of him find a rare respite.

If the sheep bleated at the moment, it was a melee class that was transferred from the Warrior or Wanderer department. It's also hard to make much of a difference. If a fighter goes out and fights to get a few shots. It only takes three or two clicks to send this little ball of meat with extremely fragile vitality back to the magic space. But it was a magician, and most of its effective attacks had to be made with the power of spells. I guess this hapless necromancer never knew his spells could be so long. So much so that he could not say a word when he bit his tongue in the face of this brave and extraordinary "war sheep" - if he still had a tongue to bite.

It's the time of the sheep bleating, and it's all about it, and it's all about it, trampling mercilessly, and tearing it hard. The lovely creature that used to be cowardly and deceitful has now completely changed in the hands of the elven beast tamer, like a wild beast that has escaped from ancient legends, and has poured all its cruelty and tyranny on the unlucky necromancer in front of him. It even threw the hapless foe on top of his head, then leaped high and sat on his face one after the other—oh, the High God, it was so brutal that I could not bear to look at it any longer.

With the help of the sheep bleating, the form of the geese has changed dramatically - her opponent has changed from a moving target to a fixed target, allowing her to shoot bone slag everywhere, and basically losing the ability to fight back.

Thankfully, the restrictive abuse scene was not performed for long, and the fight ended in a moment. Magician: "This man is dead. The corpse of the "Burning Paper" was completely devastated by the terrible war sheep - of course, he had no skin - scattered on the ground. I guess when he comes back to life, he'll have to spend a lot of time putting himself back together.

Having taken out this pathetic opponent without any suspense, the sheep bleated and jumped on the broken wall, licking and rubbing beside the elven beast tamer. At this time, the setting sun had already sunk into the horizon, and a light white full moon had just risen, hanging on the outline of the distant mountains. The sheep bleated its neck, its hind legs crossed, its front legs straightened, and its whole body half sat on the wall, screaming at the full moon:

"Baa ~~~~~ Baa ~~~~~~~~"

The more I look at it, the more it looks like a wolf that has been mistakenly cast into a sheep's womb!

"What's the matter with this meat sheep?" The bravery of the sheep bleated and my warrior's self-esteem was hit like never before, and it took me a great deal to have the courage to face up to the bleak fact that a little sheep in his early twenties seemed to be more useful than a warrior in his forties.

"We didn't expect ...... either," said Saya as she struggled to dodge the troll assassin's hunt. He replied loudly, "...... Originally, we just took it all the way to upgrade and play, but I didn't expect it to give birth to an additional 'impact' skill when it was at level five, with a 10% chance of stunting the opponent, and then ...... "The pretty face of the elven marksman turned red, turned around and shot an arrow with his backhand, and then continued:

“…… Then, it seems to be taking us to an upgrade......"

Seeing that I am not the only one who has been hurt by this war sheep and hurt my self-esteem, I am much more balanced now.

Although there is no help from the powerful war pets. I couldn't beat my opponent anytime soon, but it wasn't long before my side was about to be decided. In the face of the sheer speed and level advantage I possess, the Demon Berserker was at a loss. He could only roar angrily - unfortunately, his combat power was not as strong as his voice.

In fact, he still had a chance to defeat me, and after he entered a berserk state, he once hit the crit effect three times in a row. All of a sudden, my life force value was at a disadvantage. But a healing wave of light greatly restored my earth's vitality, completely shattering his last chance. I turned my head to the side, longbow shooting the sun and smiling at me with a leisurely nunchuck. The vampire sword dancer "stuttered and ran away and forgot the words" had turned into a corpse, lying quietly aside.

When I stabbed the Demon Berserker to the ground with a single sword, only the Troll Assassin "Who dares to be uglier than me" was still struggling - although the guerrilla tactics of the String Song Yayi succeeded in protecting himself. But it also prevented him from attacking with all his might. This makes his attack power much less. Although he always had the upper hand. However, it will not be able to inflict lethal damage on the Troll Assassin for a while.

But now, he had to face the four of us to chase and intercept him. The muskets of the geese, the bows and arrows of the String Songs, the longbow and the nunchucks of the sun, and my sword kept leaving scars on him, and soon he was cornered. At one point, he also sprinkled a handful of flash potions, using his ability to hide, trying to escape our siege, but the string song and the arrows that listened to the wind made him show his body again. The last trick to save his life was also recognized, and the troll assassin who dared to be uglier than me finally fell to the point of exhaustion. He sighed helplessly:

"I don't want to wash the dishes......"

Then he was knocked on the back with a stick from a longbow and fell to the ground. This is the end of the battle.

"Thanks to you for showing up in time, otherwise we would have been in big trouble......" As soon as the battle was over, I immediately walked over to the two elven friends and expressed my heartfelt gratitude to them.

"yes, yes, I almost died here...... "Longbow Shooter said with a big grin, as a sky-wader, he obviously doesn't value the life-saving grace of the string song Yayi and the wild goose array as much as I do. He looked at the corpses of the four Imperial adventurers on the ground, licked the beard on his lips with a cruel smile, and asked murderously, "...... What are you going to do next? Do you want to guard their corpses here and kill them offline? ”

No sooner had the idea been uttered than the four corpses of the enemy were suddenly broken into tiny particles, turned into a puff of green smoke, and flew towards the sky at nightfall until they were reduced to nothingness, as if they had never been there.

This means that the four opponents who had just fought us to the death chose to resurrect at the respawn point, preferring to lose the money they were carrying with them rather than risk being hunted by our corpses to resurrect on the spot. It seems that the plan to shoot the sun with a longbow cannot be completed. Looking at the expressions of regret on the expressions of the warlike dwarven devotees, we couldn't help but laugh secretly.

"We're running out of bows and arrows and ammunition, and we still need to resupply them, so let's find a nearby market town first." Xian Ge Yayi suggested.

"The market town is to the east, and we will go over that hillside, and we will take you there." I said as I walked in the front,

Elven friends lead the way. Soon, we got out of this deserted village. Walk to the nearest town of Calle.

On the way, the geese talked about the giant musket she was using for herself, "Serra. Jiong" and headache. The level of this musket is too low, and it is not very in line with the current level of the Elven Beast Tamer. However, the additional attributes of this rare weapon are particularly good. It's a pity to just throw it away. This made her difficult to choose - in fact, this was already evident in the battle just now: in the case of class superiority, the musket of the Goose Array was difficult to fight back against the ice magic of the necromancer, and this was partly due to the lack of attack power of the musket.

Hearing the distress of the wild goose array, the longbow shot the sun and raised his head triumphantly: "Just leave it to me, my life profession is a weapons manufacturer." When the weapon-making skill reaches level 24, you will be able to re-engineer the weapon and improve its attributes. ”

Hearing the boasting of the longbow shooting the sun, the face of the wild goose array burst with joy: "That's great." What level are you now? ”

"Twelve-level ......" Longbow Shooting Sun's face turned red, and he was caught in the dust...... Beard.

"By the time you reach level twenty-four, this gun will be ready to be sold for scrap metal." Hearing the longbow shoot the sun's answer, Xian Ge Yayi rolled her eyes at him. Looking at his expression, he seemed even more disappointed than the wild goose array.

I had an idea, and suddenly remembered something, and quickly untied my backpack and found a large bag of "high-energy gunpowder" from it. This is a sixth-level alchemy technique required to refine a land item. It has a greater explosive power than the ordinary gunpowder that can be bought on the market, and I have done quite a few of it when I was practicing alchemy skills before. It is said that the use of this gunpowder to make ground musket bullets has greater lethality, and can also increase the probability of penetrating attacks.

"Wouldn't these things help?" I asked.

Seeing these high-energy gunpowders, the longbow shot into the sun. Immediately exclaimed excitedly: "Hey, how did I forget that there is an alchemist here?" Jeff, there's really your place. Now I have a solution! ”

The longbow shoots the sun to tell us. Two days ago, he had just learned the art of making "armor-piercing bullets" for muskets. He had all the materials he needed, but he couldn't find a sufficient amount of high-energy gunpowder - probably because there were so few people who learned alchemy.

The longbow shoots the sun to the geese and promises. As soon as she arrives in Calle Town, a batch of armor-piercing ejections is created for her. These high-grade musket ammo were enough to raise the attack power of the Goose Formation's musket by a notch, and while it was still not outstanding, it was enough to handle the battles she might have to face.

As he was talking happily, the longbow shot the sun suddenly frowned, and looked at me with some hesitation: "Strange, why do I always think I have forgotten something?" ”

I was in a hurry just now, and I didn't feel anything unusual at all. But now that he said this, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, and I only felt empty in my heart, as if something was missing from me.

We looked at each other: armor, helmets, weapons, boots, backpacks...... There are all kinds of things, and there are many of them, but the ominous feeling in my heart that I haven't remembered something is getting stronger and stronger. What's missing? We wondered in our hearts, burying our heads and making confusion together.

At this time, a breeze sent an angry roar to our ears: "Jeff, Longbow, you guys finished the fight, and you actually said you were leaving, and you walked so fast, leaving me there alone." Longbow shoots at the sun, you dead dwarf with a tail on your chin, how did you become a priest, you didn't even use a resurrection technique for me, so that Lao Tzu ran desperately for ten minutes to find a place, and even the corpse was rotten into a cow bone. Stand still, and if I don't teach you a good lesson, I won't be a cow - even though I wasn't a cow in the first place! ”

It dawned on us -- no wonder we never remembered that we had forgotten anything, but we had not forgotten anything -- that we had forgotten a great living being...... Well, it's a big dead cow - the body of the cow million was gnawed into a pile of cow bones by the necromancer, and we forgot about him as we went back to town after the battle.

Looking at the cow million who rushed up behind me with red eyes and shiny horns, waving obsidian pillars that were two circles thicker than my waist, and the incomparably remorseful apologies welled up from my heart, and I could only express my heartfelt repentance to him in one way......

"Run, don't let him catch up!" I yelled at the longbow and ran away. The dwarven devotees, who were one step behind, were equally frightened and remorseful, and their faces turned much whiter with fright, and they ran after me, picking up the long, thick beard on their chests with one hand as they ran, for fear of stumbling over them.

"Don't be angry, old cow, you can sit down and have a cup of tea and listen to my explanation calmly about the problem of your corpse turning into cow bones...... Help me! He shouted as he fled.