On the other side of the ring. Five guys of different races from the post-apocalyptic empire are poking our heads out of our minds with malicious intent. This kind of extremely impolite onlooker behavior is really very disgusting. In order to express our deep dissatisfaction and protest. Thereupon. We decided to take a righteous revolt ---- also sneakily look at them......

It is an adventurous party consisting of a dark elf Shadow Cultist, a vampire Fallen Knight, an undead lich, an undead war samurai, and a troll swordsman. The highest-ranking of them was the undead warrior who was armed with a scimitar and shield. He's fifty-two, like me. And the lowest-ranking Fallen Knight was actually only forty-nine--- and we were immediately moved by this epoch-making discovery: after a long losing streak of seven times. We've almost forgotten the comforting fact that there are creatures of lower rank than us alive in this world. And that's not all. Their equipment was in tatters, as if they had just rolled down from the top of the highest peak in the Corkra Mountains. Almost every one of them was covered with poignant marks of damage. Compared to the pile of broken copper and iron on their bodies. The armor and equipment on our bodies, which have been ravaged by our opponents, can simply be hung with a shining label of "ninety-five percent new", at least----. They can also be used as a stat bonus for a piece of equipment.

Encounter such a group of opponents. For us, who have almost been trampled by our opponents, we are almost numb. This unprecedented good news has undoubtedly injected a boost to our weak **. Let's push away the thick and gloomy clouds that weigh on our hearts. For the first time, I saw the dawn of victory flickering before my eyes.

"Haha. Kyd. You've really chosen a good opponent for us. I'm going to love you to death......" Seeing the opponent's lineup so weak. Our local elders were a little excited and lost their minds. She was babbling gibberish. He slapped me on the shoulder with excitement. As if she wished that the only way to vent her joy was to cut off my arm.

Although this opponent is my own choice. But the dignity of a warrior who has the courage to face challenges makes me unable to rejoice in the weakness of my opponent. But apparently my buddies don't have the same sense of honor as I do. They were all as happy as President Fei Yin at this time. High-five each other in celebration. I was glad I met a relatively weak opponent. It is actually quite humiliating to not feel that it is actually quite humiliating to celebrate the weakness of the opponent.

What makes me particularly insulted is that our opponents are happily embracing each other at this moment. Warmly congratulated on picking up a group of "worst rookie opponents" they had ever seen......

It's as if two destitute beggars were lucky enough to meet each other. One of them triumphantly waved the only copper plate in his pocket and showed off to the other: I am richer than you! And the other one was just as gleefully yelling: You're not much richer than I am! The self-esteem of both sides is well satisfied from the other.

After a short period of deliberation. We quickly sorted out the order of appearances. Elven marksman String Goya as our starter. The first one got into the ring. What he was facing. It is a female dark elf shadow cultist named "Brain Surgery Correspondence Student".

The Shadow Cultist is an adventurous class unique to post-apocalyptic empires. An advanced career as a priest. The Cultists of the Shadows have weakened their devout faith in Darimus. Instead, he believed in the goddess of death, Tevri Milan, and the dark power of the earth. And because of that. The Shadow Cultist's restorative spells also work on the Corrupt who have lost their lives. Compared to the devout people of Falvi. Shadow Cultist's regeneration spells aren't as effective though. The defense capability is also relatively weak. However, they have a certain advantage in terms of individual attack power and negative impact on the enemy.

But anyway. The Shadow Cultist is still a secondary healing class. In a multiplayer adventure squad. Its existence may be able to play a role far greater than that of an ordinary adventurer. But in a one-on-one duel ring. Only a huge level gap can make up for its significant disadvantage in combat skills.

A sharp arrow stirred up a fountain of blood beneath the dark elf's ribs. This was the beginning of the battle. Perhaps it was the long-cherished wish between these two elven races that had provoked the hatred of the strings. Or maybe the repression of successive humiliating and fiascos erupted particularly fiercely at this moment. Our elven marksman is now showing his cruelty and ruthlessness like never before. He gritted his teeth. The muscles on his face were contorted with the frenzy of the battle. The originally handsome face became cold and hideous at this time. There is no respite left for the opponent. Xian Ge Yayi waved his hands together. Sharp arrows are like a turbulent wind. Whistling towards the Shadow Cultists not far away. The air around him seemed to tense as he pulled the bowstring again and again. A short, shrill "buzz" sound couldn't stop breaking through the air. It's like an eerie symphony of death.

Fight against the profession of the healing department. Most of the time, it's not about who has the higher attack power. It's who is faster. If your attack speed is not fast enough. Or maybe you missed the opportunity to attack continuously. Gives the opponent time to use their healing skills. Their own powerful self-healing abilities are enough to take the strongest warriors out of their spirits: think about it. When you are tired, sweating profusely, prostrating and prostrating, you finally cut down his health to only a quarter. As a result, he recovered twice and stood in front of you again. The bright red trough of life above his head was so full that he wished for a cerebral hemorrhage. Then he will stand still and wait for you to continue attacking. Wait until the magic skill cools down and then repeat it...... Generally speaking. To end this long and tedious repetitive work, you often need to meet two conditions: either your fighting energy is exhausted and you can't fight again. Either his mana is empty, and he will be killed---- of course. Provided that your spirit hasn't broken down in between.

All in all. This ugly battle, which has no beauty to speak of, is nothing short of a horrific humanitarian catastrophe for many. Many would rather be killed than carry on such a tedious battle. So. A lot of times、A lot of people。 They weren't technically killed by their opponents in the healing profession. Instead, they were dragged alive and to death.

And the string song is clearly not guilty of the above mistakes. From the beginning. He made the right tactical choice: he wisely forwent the powerful and long-prepared bow skills. From the very beginning, choose to suppress the opponent with a swift continuous bead archery. Temporarily prevents the opponent from using high-level magic to launch a counterattack. So as to seize the opportunity in one fell swoop. The Dark Elf Shadow Cultist has tried to cast a spell three times in a row to counterattack. But the incantation was interrupted by the swift arrow of the string song before he could read it halfway. Half of the magic power that had been condensed through hard work disappeared in an instant.

Although the rhythm was disrupted as soon as it came up. But this dark elf girl named "Brain Surgery Correspondence Student" still shows admirable tenacity. In this difficult situation, it is difficult to launch an effective counteroffensive. She didn't give up. He still relentlessly uses the lowest-level Shun Attack Skill "Magic Missile" to fight back---- although the attack power of these colored missiles, which are not much larger than the slingshot, is really not flattering. Even if the armor is thin, Ge Yayi can only take about thirty points of damage at most each time. But. At least the fighting spirit of this interracial girl is still very commendable......

String Ge Yayi's "burst shot" skill doesn't last long. It didn't take long. The momentum of this fierce blade gradually slowed down. Soon lost the ferocity that began with it. But this time. The health of the Dark Elves has been reduced by nearly a third. While the damage was negligible to be negligible---- our Elven Marksman established himself in a significant position in a very short time.

Lost the intensive offensive of the "Burst Fire" skill. String Song Yayi immediately changed his fighting style. As a ranged attacker. He did not maintain the usual firing distance from his opponents. Instead, they press on their opponents step by step against common sense. Soon approached less than three steps from the dark elves. At such a distance. Even hand-to-hand combat with an opponent with a dagger is enough. But our elven marksman still doesn't seem satisfied. The vultures continued to approach with a grim gaze. It looks like he's going to shoot at his opponent's skin.

This strange tactic was an eye-opener for the guys watching the battle in the ring opposite. The lowest-ranking vampire Fallen Knight exclaimed with a puzzled face, "What kind of tactic is this?" I've never seen such a strong archer! ”

The troll swordsman quickly found a way to explain it that he could accept...... This dude's tuba must be a super tough assassin......"

The other party's rarity and strangeness made the Yangtze River Delta can't help but puff and laugh. He covered his mouth and muttered, "That's what it is." If they saw the way Xian Ge Yayi stuck his head in the wolf's mouth to shoot an arrow, they wouldn't be crazy? ”

"Yes......" looked at the unusually brave fighting style of the string song. I can't help but recall the scene when I first met him and killed a wild dog with one stone. “…… It looks like he's planning to play with that dark elf...... "I remembered that Niu Million gave him the name of this skill in the first place." I feel it. Exclaimed loudly.

"Ah...... "When I was completely unprepared." A pair of small delicate hands pinched my waist unusually insidiously. Almost ripped off my whole piece of flesh. If not to experience it firsthand. I couldn't imagine how such a delicate little hand could burst out with such great lethality. Compared to this vicious pinch. The damage dealt by the Tomahawk Berserker's "Tear Attack" skill is barely a minor injury.

I screamed miserably. Holding his waist, he turned his head in a jumping jump. Then I saw the culprit who had poisoned me......

"Damn you......" behind me. The geese stared at me with their hands on their hips menacingly. But his eyes flickered. He didn't seem to dare to look me in the eye. A pretty pink face flushed as if it was about to drip water.

“…… What...... And who's ...... Nayan ...... Or something? What nonsense are you talking about? The elven beast tamer reprimanded me in a slur manner. It seemed like he was reprimanding me. But the more you talk, the quieter it becomes. I don't see any sense of arrogance at all. In the end, I'm afraid even she couldn't hear clearly. I can only blush and hang my head. Admire the handsome little brown leather boots under your feet.

I'm confused about this and that---- I don't know what she was trying to say---- how could she pinch me so hard for no reason? I felt very aggrieved in my heart. And especially aggrieved. Until the pinch is finished. I don't know why she did it.

Woman. What an inexplicable creature...... An adventurer who can be the Lord. Miss Brain Surgery Correspondence Graduate is clearly not as experienced as Masaki as she is in close combat with her opponents. She was clearly not mentally prepared for hand-to-hand combat with a sharpshooter. The oppressive tactics of the string song Yayi made her extremely uncomfortable. She could only flee in a panic from the pursuit of Xian Ge Yayi. While throwing a bunch of low-level spells behind him in a haphazard manner, they had no lethal power. Hopefully, this will be able to stop your opponent's pace a little.

Originally. For this dark elf shadow cultist. Her best bet is to fight back with less powerful attack spells. Accumulate as much of your magic as you can. Then, take advantage of the slowdown in the attack of the string song to recover his health as soon as possible. Fight a long battle with your opponents. If she does. Even if you can't rely on your own recovery ability to grind the string song Yayi to life and death. It is also possible to consume as much of his health as possible. Create a better fighting situation for your teammates later.

And yet now. As her mana flew to waste in these ineffective attack spells. This dark elf girl with little combat experience is getting farther and farther away from the fruits of victory.

Even though the area of this ring of the gods is very large. But after all, he couldn't resist this dark elf's straight run. Soon. She was forced into a corner by Xian Ge Yayi. And this time. Her mana is almost depleted. When she was knocked down in the ring by an arrow. String Song Yayi's health was only depleted by less than a third.

On the way to find the Temple of the God of War. I've complained countless times that Fei Yin didn't bring a therapist with us. So much so that our journey was full of setbacks and dangers. He even fell into a dilemma where it was difficult to move forward for a while. Until now. It was only then that I realized how far-sighted the wise Elder had made this decision: no matter what type of therapist it was. In the duel ring, there are innate disadvantages that are difficult to make up. It turns out. In this difficult task full of competition and challenges. Every point of improvement in combat power is an extremely valuable bargaining chip for us, who are far from being "strong". Let's say we put a half-hung healer into the team. It may make the journey a little easier. But the price to pay may be more and more miserable failures; Rather than so. It's really better to take a risk halfway. Concentrate the most powerful combat power of the entire guild. So that everyone can give full play to their strength in the ring. On the contrary, you can win more opportunities.

One to zero. Although we had expected such an outcome before the battle began. But when victory so easily fell into our hands. We were still moved to tears---- you know. Ever since we stepped into this jousting ring that is watched by the gods. This is the first time that they have led our opponents in terms of scores. This moment. We've waited so long!

"Little strings. Come on. Try to pack up the next one as well. When this task is completed, I will promote you to vice president! Fei Yin stood under the stage and waved her hands. yelled at the strings in the ring. Impulsively made a promise to be promoted to the knighthood.

Hear the promise of the elder. Xian Ge Yayi happily ran to the edge of the ring. With a look of hope on his face, he asked, "Lord Grow." It doesn't matter if you're a vice president or something. It's just that it has a little more authority and can accept people into the guild or something. I'm honestly satisfied to be an ordinary revolutionary soldier in the guild. But for the sake of my contribution to the guild. Can I reduce my debt a little? Just give me 1,000 gold coins for free...... Thousand...... 500 is fine...... Feed. Don't go. I know you can hear it...... No, a hundred gold coins is fine, right? Fifty? Twenty? Even a hundred silver coins will make it......"

The geese stood silently aside. Looking at the embarrassed appearance of Xian Ge Yayi yelling at Fei Yin's back. Holding his beloved war pet "Rabbit Rub" in one hand. Covering his mouth with one hand, he snickered. The strings in the ring were aware of her gentle gaze. The futile shouting immediately stopped. Shrugged his shoulders helplessly. He grimaced at her. But he couldn't help but laugh first.

"Men, shoot,, shoot, don't get tired. If you are a strong man, you should not be tired......" The half-orc shadow thief Yangtze River Delta couldn't help but sing. With his rugged voice full of wild tension, he sang a generous war song in the style of a half-orc and very relevant to the reality of the moment.

The string song was immediately inspired. Spiritedly, he stretched out his middle finger, a symbol of courage and strength---- although I didn't know what kind of heroic mood he was trying to convey by this behavior. But this situation has made it clear that this is clearly a "manly agreement" bound to close friends.

My heart was stirring. I can't resist the urge of blood in my heart. So he raised his hands high. At the same time, he stretched out his middle finger vigorously. Cheer on our friends in the ring.

It seems that I also feel my warm friendship. He gave me a grateful look. He also responded to my kindness with a middle finger. I nodded firmly at him.

What a beautiful friendship this is......

(I'm not dead yet!) I'm still yarding!

Although I know that the more I write, the worse I get. But there are so many readers who are still willing to wait and read after I have been blocked for so long. I can't say that TJ is TJ. J's practice of exploding chrysanthemums is too cruel. I strongly discourage it.

The person who subscribes to the pit can't let go of the adult. I already feel your powerful aura---- it's really powerful......

The reader who borrowed from the plot of "Solo Travel". Thank you for being here to tell me about this. If you haven't started charging yet, feel free to borrow (of course). It's just a reference). If you charge for it, you want to treat me to a meal to thank you? That one...... I guess I'm not as unlucky as the Buddha laughs, right?

That's right. I went to the cinema and watched Transformers 2 last week. From a visual point of view, it's really an increase in quantity without a price increase. Judging by the plot. Well...... Mike. Bakken burned 1.3 billion to make animation. Why don't you want to spend 20,000 yuan to make up a better script?

And the female robot who will turn into a human. Are you sure she's not T-X? Feed. You're chasing the wrong person. John. Connor was gone last week!

and the handsome and handsome spider brother in the depths of his childhood memory. What did it do to him? Deltoid muscles, huh? Pectoralis major muscles, huh? What's that messy irregular polygon? That's it. Hateful and muscular atrophy. It's like ankylosing myelitis.

It's still a classic cartoon in the G1 version of that year...... Actually, think about it. These things always seem to be more classic the older they get. ）(