"BUFF! BUFF is gone!"

"Remote Eighth Group!

"Damn! I'm running out of stamina!

"There are still eight seconds of cooldown in the Strengthening Technique!

"FUKE! NO ONE EVER TOLD ME!

The battlefield is full of noise, and the air is filled with the traces of various call signs and ranged attacks, and it looks like a very fierce battle.

But the people present didn't think so, most of them were just mechanically carrying out the tasks assigned by the commander, throwing out the skills that had cooled down as quickly as possible.

Brush!

A faint shimmer of arcane energy stood out in the dim light of the sky, and along with it came the long-awaited support combat buff for ranged professionals.

"Third Support Group!Windblast!Berserk!One hundred and thirty second cooldown!"

The loud shouts from the channel are reminding the on-site commander to pay attention to the skill cooldown, so as to facilitate the command and dispatch of the opponent.

The two fourth-level auxiliary spells are in place, and their effects are extremely obvious, and the long-range output group that is not low in attack frequency is instantly exploded, boom!

The sudden explosion of firepower tore through the air and set off a dense sonic boom! The continuous long-range attacks almost formed a line in the air, forming a series of attack trajectories visible to the naked eye, one end connecting the students who were constantly attacking, and the other end intersecting at the entry point in the center of the battlefield.

The exuberant archers of the berserk tortured the bowstrings in their hands like convulsions, as if they were holding machine guns instead of bows and arrows.

The extra agility granted by the blast makes their hand movements so fast that they look comical from a distance, like a group of patients with cramps.

Sherlock couldn't laugh at the situation in front of him, things were a bit unexpected to him, before the battle began, he had envisioned many possible scenarios and supporting contingency plans, but there was no such thing as now.

I have to say that the things provided by the prayer group this time are quite powerful, not only did they not drop the chain in the slightest, but it can be said that they have fulfilled the tasks they have undertaken several times over.

Originally, in Sherlock's vision, as long as the pile of strange corpses could control the boss for a short while, and could support them until they completed the activation of the rune array, it was enough.

But I never thought that the current situation was as simple as letting the other party sleep for a while, this is simply the rhythm of fainting to death!

From the moment the first ice arrow smashed into the boss's front door, Sherlock was ready to withstand the violent counterattack that the opponent might come, but until now, more than five minutes into the battle, the expected counterattack still did not come.

No matter how crazy they are to output firepower, the boss is still like a quiet beautiful man, with his eyes closed and not moving at all.

How powerful is that pile of corpses? Sherlock, who is in command in the rear, and his assistants look at each other, how can they make the boss sleep to such an extent?

If there is only one accident like this, it is absolutely the most ideal situation, and where can the enemy who is only beaten and not retaliated look for? The problem is that this second accident is not so popular.

Poop!

The sound was made by the ice arrow smashing into the target at high speed and then shattering the bones, I can't remember how many times it sounded, Sherlock's eyelids jumped, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Commander, the ice arrow failed to damage the target!"

"We can't beat him at all!"

"FUKE! THE SKIN IS TOO HARD!"

"Berserker, slow down!"

"The frequency of attacks is reduced a little, and the anti-damage can't be resisted!"

The desperate wails from the tank melee group made it clear what was wrong.

Don't break the defense!

The sound of a normal ice arrow killing a target is relatively dull, and if there is a sound like this kind of ice cube smashing against an iron plate, it only means one thing.

We failed to penetrate the enemy's armor!

You must know that although this thing is also called cold ice, its hardness is not inferior to ordinary tungsten steel! At this moment, it is like a five-cent popsicle that instantly shatters into ice slag on the ground, and the other party's face used to beat it has nothing to do!

No one likes an enemy like that, even if he is beaten and doesn't fight back.

What's even more painful is that even if the opponent stands still, it is not completely harmless, and the members of the tank melee team soon find themselves inexplicably losing blood while attacking the opponent, and then realize that the boss has a counter-damage skill similar to that of a centaur.

If there are students from the Huaxia background plane present, it is estimated that they will soon be able to guess that this should be a typical internal force body shock.

Boom!

There was another bell-banging sound, and then a heavily armed warrior with a heavy hammer spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood bar slammed down a large section, reducing it to a more dangerous level.

FUKE！

The shocked heavy warrior hurriedly moved the sledgehammer in his hand carefully away from the boss's face, he was really afraid that if he tried again, he would be able to bounce himself to death just by reversing injuries.

This product is so thick-skinned!

Sherlock scolded in his heart, and quickly thought of a countermeasure.

"Spell Profession Switch Fire Spell!"

"Group 8! Use corrosive rays all! Don't stop!"

"Melee reduces attack frequency!"

"Attack with more piercing!"

There's no good way to do it, so you can only adjust your attacks.

Somewhat different from what ordinary people think, fire magic is not the most favored attack method for mages, at least not in the Death Academy.

After all, in terms of pure lethality, the light plasma state is far less suitable for exerting kinetic energy than the hard ice, not to mention the attack speed alone.

As for the scorching of the flames and the legendary explosion damage, that is something that can only be done by high-level magic such as the Fire Explosion Technique, and the skill cooldown time and mana consumption are not comparable to the basic Ice Arrow, and the ordinary Fireball Technique?

Well, it's not impossible, but high-temperature damage requires a long accumulation of multiple fireballs, and even then the temperature is not satisfactory, and the blast damage is only equivalent to the level of a grenade, or the kind of primitive grenade filled with black powder.

All kinds of unfavorable factors are superimposed, and the masters look at it, hey! It's better to smash people with popsicles! So the most common attack method at hand tends to be on the side of the ice system.

But now in this situation, Sherlock has no choice but to let everyone rely on the Five Fireball God Cult, just like a soldier on the battlefield fighting a tank, and he can't penetrate the enemy's armor at a distance of five meters, but at least he can use Molotov cocktails, right?

As long as you're still flesh and blood, and a creature that needs to breathe, fire can always affect you to some extent, and with the corrosive rays' ability to corrode and deconstruct matter, Sherlock believes it will be effective, at least better than a hard chisel.

The only problem is that the corrosive ray occupies a lot of attack positions, and the pure lethality of the fireball technique is far inferior to that of the ice system, the firepower strength will be greatly reduced, and judging by the long blood bar on the boss's head, this will be a bladder game.

The battle dragged on for more and longer, making Sherlock subconsciously feel unsure, but he didn't have a better way now.

In this way, more than ten minutes later, they bombed indiscriminately.

"Look! The boss is moving!"

Without being reminded, Sherlock, who has been paying close attention to the boss, discovered the new situation for the first time.

The boss slowly opened his eyes.