Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

“Coming!”

“Coming!”

“Coming!!!! ”

With the sound of footsteps approaching, everyone makes such a cry in their hearts.

“Defeat the Former Dust Legion”, with more than 300 participants. Front dust, composed of three professions of warrior, knight and pastor, not exceeding 200.

The contrast is obvious.

But the frontal dust will be an army that will reverse the energy of the shield to the extreme. When all the flesh shields are in a group, then it's not a flesh shield, it's a flesh group. A big meatloaf that could crush everything.

Without choosing any aversive route this time around, they will come from the widest streets connected to the square, and the slaughter of the jealous ileum will come.

“Archer ready, archer ready!” Twilight in the clouds sends messages, and it doesn't matter if the people in your friends bar are archers.

By then, the dust had approached, and the archers on the roof had probed their heads and begun to chase the silver moon. And the swordsmen and twilight in the clouds, who were at the forefront of the line of defense to lead morale, can already see each other's line-up.

“Shit!” Everyone cursed.

“Silver Moon, you're so mean and shameless!” Twilight scolds in the clouds.

“A good century of war has been fouled by your grandson!” Pork fairies help curse.

“I did it, too much! ”

The frontal dust and meat clusters that rushed in were all overshadowed.

Lost his face, lost in the sea. Which one is Silver Moon? Forget the Silver Moon. It's hard to tell which is the knight from which is the warrior. A lot of knights choose to add strength and then wear heavy armor.

Eyes into the sprint range, the front dust group suddenly spreads a golden light, after the speed of light spread, everyone has bathed under the golden light, the front dust group became a golden fried meat group with just the right heat.

“At the heart of the halo, the silver moon shines with its sword!” I heard from somewhere that my army was unable to recognize the other commander, Silver Moon, and rushed to send intelligence.

But the problem is that there is no rule in the game that weapons have to be raised above their heads like Himan to carry out skills. Players do this just to look more beautiful and have a more prominent image. At this time, Silver Moon's face is covered. What image do you want? The name is directly called the King's Sword. At this time, the silver moon hangs in front of you. Hate can't be stuck in the crotch before you get addicted. This is also why the "King's Order” did not spread from the top of the head, but suddenly spread among the crowd. After all, the skill still emanates from the sword.

Now, how easy is it to find the same golden sword stuck in your crotch from all over the city?

But the archers can't give it up, either, or the roof won't climb for nothing? Bullying the other party's team had no profession of distant attack, the archers stood up, with bows and arrows in their hands, and shot at the center of the core of the dust clump in front of them.

It is often said that a thousand readers will see a thousand hamlets.

Dozens of archers now have dozens of silver moons in their eyes.

Arrows are like rain, but the frontal dust mass is blind.

The Pastoral Corps did its best to treat them and immediately responded to the attack. The archer's horrible, often second-destroying skill of "sniping”, faced with this “king's decree”, with the life blessings of the knight, with the priest's response flesh group, weakened to the point of being ignored. All the archers are broken.

The speed of the flesh group under the "King's Order” is also obvious, accelerating the roll-in, with a mount of dust rack type. Some archers don't have enough range.

“Shit! Ready!" Twilight in the clouds roared and waved the dagger in his hand.

But the dagger guy was too small to act as a flag at this moment. From a distance, Twilight in the cloud was waving empty-handed, and then his fingers solidified in front of him. It looked like a brick had been thrown out.

Is this a pig fairy fierce enough to raise the giant axe in his hand and lift his finger: “Everybody, get ready! ”

Everyone roared. But nobody moved.

Tactics have long been designed, and the proximity of the front row is defensive and cannot be rushed. Hold the formation, the main attacker is handed over to the rear magician. All the magicians have raised their staff and the fire wheels will burn the square in front of the College of Mages at any time.

As for the ex-dust magicians in the College of Mages, there will be no more leakage in this regard by the swordsmen and ghosts who have been attacked at the Resurrection Point three times. There are enough archers on the inside of the formation to restrain them. As long as the foreman dares to step outside and shoot, he will not hesitate to shoot.

The two regiments finally collided.

“Down!!!” Dozens of weak and weak magicians roared and countless fire wheels were summoned from the sky to land on the square, flaming and burning the earth.

The former dust clusters are on this hot soil, and the priests' response is almost uninterrupted releases, to themselves, to their teammates, to everyone around them.

With a golden corpus of precious dust, they are still golden fried flesh, not scorched black by this burning earth.

Of course, sacrifice is inevitable, but the important thing is that the ex-dust flesh has not retreated, and they are constantly rushing forward against the Mage's fire. The front row may fall, but the back row will soon follow, and it will be a few more steps than the front row. This battle is often marked by sickening fuelling tactics, at a time when an alarming amount of fighting has erupted on the former flesh and blood.

Because they are strong enough, their abilities are better than their opponents, and if they can get close, they can't stop them!

The frontal flesh club finally stepped on, the club formation suddenly spread, the first platoon of warriors roared, the cyclone chopped! A whole row of cyclones chopped.

This is the elite squad of the front dust. It was Silver Moon with the soldier squad around him from the beginning. There were only more than 20 of them, but they had never fallen, and the battle came all the way, and they had accumulated anger, and they had never released a cyclone. At this time, a full of anger, once released, the tornado extinguished the fiery fire ignited by the Mage - in close combat, the Mage could no longer release the heavenly fire wheel. Parallel worlds are not immune to teamwork.

The formation of "Down with the Former Dust Legion" was instantly fragmented, and no one could stop the cyclone. Though there are also warriors who start a tornado and want to make it hard to touch, they are inherently different from those who die before the dust, not to mention the fact that the other side reinforces their attributes under the "King's Order” to make it hard to touch and eventually die more miserably and faster.

“Back! Back!” Swordsmen command people to retract backwards, and as long as the distance is drawn, the magician can use the land of martial arts and have a chance to salvage it.

But the front-dusters wouldn't give them that chance. The warriors who started the whirlwind chop didn't have the strength to be cool here. Discontinue skill step-by-step as soon as you see signs of regression. They just want to get close to each other and let their magician throw a mouse whiskey. The Swordsmen have their advantage, and by this time they have been completely suppressed.

“Shit, spell it!!” Twilight roared in the clouds, watching each other stop the whirlwind, and he greeted him up. In this state, you can still fight, after all, your strength in numbers is still overwhelming. More than a hundred other people have lost two thirds of the way through close proximity. Against yourself, it was just a little spinning when the cyclone chopped off. The advantages of numbers do not diminish, and even if you do not rely on a magician, you may not be able to spell them out.

Can you really spell that?

Difficult, too hard!

This is the only feeling in the heart of a swordsmith who is fighting a warrior in front of him.

The warrior under the "King's Command” was really powerful to a terrible extent, and that perverted life and defense turned his attack into a thirst quenching plum. What's more, behind each of their fighters, there's a priest, some even two. The priests had been at the end of the line when they had just fallen into battle, and they had not suffered much spell damage, and their losses had been minimal.

Behind every successful man is always a successful woman.

And behind every successful meat shield fighter, there will always be a successful priest.

Warriors in this configuration, as thieves of the Gramoxone profession, cannot cope at all, not even swordsmen. The other party is attacked by themselves and can reply. And I'm afraid I don't even have a chance to respond if I get attacked by two skills in a row. A warrior's level 0 skill hits hard and is also a great threat to a bloody thief in this added state. In addition, like a Class 18 attack, it also causes stunning effects in addition to higher attacks. At present, no one else is using it. It's just like a skill to find yourself back in the circle.

Front dust fighters, each facing two or three or more opponents. But with the support of all kinds of skills, they move forward without fear. The flesh shield has really played its part. At least for players up and down to level 30 right now.

By the square, a few people on a rooftop are pointing a finger at the game.

“That man, I'm afraid, is the Silver Moon!” One finger pointed at a masked man in the battlefield, "I noticed for a long time that he had done nothing but move, presumably a continuous kind of skill, so just move all the time. ”

“Shoot him.” The other said.

“Shoot now? Impossible seconds, huh?” The archers in the team hesitated.

“Maybe an attack can interrupt skills?” This is humane.

“That makes sense!” Archers bow and arrow, pointing at the silver moon in their eyes.

A sniper came out and shot the guy steadily. As expected, the man was not killed in seconds, and the sudden attack did not panic at all, only to look back in that direction. Several of the priests around him were busy living the moment he was attacked by an arrow, and both of them simultaneously responded to him.

“He's right! Find a few more archers and second him! ”

I actually slept till 4: 00... It's horrible... Continue to ask for tickets, especially monthly tickets. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)