Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

“What is it, what is it!!!” Read the cream and their eight big, reunited characters roared on the team channel, but there was no answer. In the game, no response certainly does not mean that people are dead, on the contrary, no sound means that people are still alive and alive! It's because I'm so busy trying to stay alive that I don't have time to send messages.

The eight people are all in their hearts and minds. This road is different. The number of people gathered exceeds the very opposite of the sky. But this dispersion, there are more than 20 people along the way, which is a little less than enough to see. But who would have guessed that the opponent would have targeted us just as soon as we got to Cloud City? At the same time, the eight of them blessed themselves that they had arrived early enough to gather before the ambush.

“What happened? What happened?” There was a sudden conversation on the channel called a printed shawl. It is, of course, one of the thirty-one people who can speak on this channel. The forgetful guy who read the wind cream couldn't figure out who this person was. Once again, he was clear. He immediately replied: "Some of the friends who came here have been ambushed. How are you? ”

“Me? I'm fine. I'm coming. Are you guys okay?” said the printed cape.

Several more people spoke after following the printed cape, all of whom were not in any trouble and were rushing towards them.

“We're a thousand miles drunk right now, no...” The guy who sent the message hasn't arrived yet and can't send the message anymore. Even asked three times if Gu Fei had been singled out. After three more times, no one answered the war. Of course, he would not continue to ask questions indefinitely. At this time, he had already made an unsolicited attempt.

A range of spells was dropped towards the most densely populated place on their side. In addition to the eight big players present, the other players are not weak-handed and are the elites of the cities. At this time, Gu Fei hit a spell, and everyone was surprised, but hid a clean one.

“Shit, this guy really dares to do it!” The arrow shouted in the sky and put an arrow on the bow. The arrow flew towards Gu.

Gu Fei's side gave way, a moment of movement flew directly into the crowd, chopped left and right, and immediately began to kill the Quartet.

“Take him!!” The big characters obviously still had some confusion about Gu Fei's strength, and as soon as they looked at Fei, they felt like they were looking for a way to die. You can't jump into a pile of people without hitting more and not keeping your distance around, you can't act like such an idiot!

The elites bravely tried to take Gu Fei down, and only incarnation time had left the four of them white. The priest with the sceptre in the back is wooden, it doesn't give them a chance to reply! The damage is too high. One sword will kill you.

“Bloody don't go up there!!” Someone yelled. This person is one of eight, ID first class low temperature, and one of the top priests. At first glance, the drunken attack singled out a lifeless profession, and the bloody one was to control the random attack, not his main purpose.

“This guy seems a little messy, but every step of the battle is meticulous. Who the hell is this?” First class low temperatures and dark thoughts wave at other priests for treatment. Gu Fei quickly turned over a few bloody things. The priests were surprised and thought his existence was pointless. In fact, Gu Fei also took care of such professions as warriors when attacking, but could not kill in seconds. These priests go to surprise those who are being seconded, ignore the words of these fighters, and the next combatant is going to be terrible. First class cryogenic experience, but this is what I see. Pastors in parallel worlds are actually very difficult, demanding attention, and although there are some systematic aids, most of the time they have to be judged by their own eyes.

Gu Feifang was the one who broke into the formation. The other party was a little confused for a while, but was walking in an orderly manner. The archer magician or something, of course, retreated to the periphery, the warrior assisted the knight in preparing to clamp, and the thieves moved in a diving opportunity.

Everything was in order and everyone was under control, but nobody thought their nightmares were just beginning.

They set up, they left, they wanted to clamp a thousand miles drunk. But the result is that a thousand miles of drunkenness always moves faster than they do. Thousands of miles traveling among hundreds of people were intoxicated and could not be captured at all. Instead of witnessing it for themselves, they simply can't believe what kind of departure it is.

That was a completely unthinkable step, but every step seemed to be taken after careful thought. Either dodged the attack, escaped the clamp, or stepped in the perfect position of the attack. The elite, unpredictable and incapable of judging, can only chase the drunken footsteps of a thousand miles. And the result? Slow can't keep up with his pace, fast, catch up, but after one person left, they turned around and killed him. The priests were all responding like crazy, because they couldn't capture the void between drunken attacks for a thousand miles, they had to play like this and brush, brush to the point, people saved, can't brush, white light...

The eyes of the eight big men gradually became frightened. They're starting to believe it. Thousands of people chopped, which may be a little exaggerated, but chopping hundreds of people doesn't seem too difficult for a thousand people to get drunk. They're good, but in front of a thousand miles of drunkenness, they're totally useless. Because you're not in the same position. It's like a bunch of rabbits facing a tiger, whether you're a white rabbit black rabbit, a strong rabbit or a speed rabbit, in front of a tiger is a rabbit, and a slap is a rabbit cake. Strength? Everybody's not a heavyweight. You talk about strength, a little joke is about it.

“Stop, stop, stop!” Full reading of the wind cream reacted quickly, knowing that the situation had now been brought into his rhythm by a thousand miles of intoxication, so that the torment would become a cycle of death until all their people were polished.

“Stay in formation, don't fall apart, don't chase, keep moving!!” The pastor's first-class low temperatures are also shouting out loud.

They have yet to come and agree on who will be in charge of unification, and at this time whoever has an idea will call it out immediately, and there is no time to discuss it. However, the first low temperature instruction was also good, and all seven other big figures had no objections, and knew that they could not disagree at this time. Hundreds of people hastily followed this instruction, no longer attempted to hunt down a thousand miles drunk, everyone walked away, trying to hold on to a position of attack and defense.

But at this point, the disadvantages of their hundreds of people coming from eight different squadrons in the main city became apparent. Although their proportions are perfect in terms of professional composition, players from different teams in the Castle are used to different things and do it in their own way of understanding. These hundreds of people have not been able to form an ideal formation in a single time, and it seems a little messy at a time. First class cryogenic command loud, but other than the people he brings flying fast to understand, others are somewhat confused, some don't even understand first-class cryogenic command words...

And what's even scarier is that they never let go of their ills. This horrible enemy is at the moment of recurrence and reading the wind cream single-handedly, chatting and wiping people's nosebleeds and worrying about asking people “what's going on". His rapid pace seemed to have incarnated countless times, N in and out of the team that could not coordinate at this time, and he nearly killed all the first-class low temperatures with the loudest command sound. Thanks to him, he's a skinny priest. Gu Fei couldn't flip him with his sword, and eventually had to leave.

Move, keep moving for a moment. This is the most important thing when Gu Fei fought less, and it's already quite dangerous to waste such a moment here at the first low temperature. If an opponent is cautiously surrounded by death, Gu Fei has no good way out. So he needs to keep moving so that the other person can never capture his position.

The faces of the eight big men are getting ugly. Their numbers are diminishing as they wander around, more than twenty people have been folded by now. First class low temperature commanded for half a day, didn't see much improvement, too loud, and drew a thousand miles of drunkenness almost cut himself to death.

“This... what a situation!!!” Eight people were speechless, suffering from the situation was somewhat impossible to clean up, suddenly a thousand miles of drunken swords stuffed into their pockets, white light flashed, people brushed and disappeared.

Some of the elite had not yet reacted, and were still tense to measure, afraid that the black figure suddenly stepped forward. In fact, how hard can it be to have hundreds of people standing together? The key is that, at the same time as everyone is uncoordinated, Gu Fei also made a mess in the midst of it. He rushed here to cut it, and then ran there to kill it. The man just stood out of the shape of the team, and as soon as he hid from his attack, he spread out again. When he gathered again, he turned back as soon as he was drunk and killed for a circle. Over and over again, how can you command the first low temperature? Gu Fei was just controlling his rhythm, and he was trying to control the rhythm of more than a hundred people at the same time, which was harder in itself.

At this time, Gu Fei has disappeared. All the people who came back to God are furious. Those who did not return to God are still walking away carefully! When he found out that he was still ecstatic and didn't come out to stop him, he looked down and found out that he had just left.

“Why did you leave so suddenly?” Eight big men with a fog.

“It could be another conspiracy, stand up!!” First class low temperatures can finally command the crowd without disruption, very precious.

“How's everybody's loss?” Read the wind cream and ask.

“I'm four. ”

“Three on my side. ”

“Shit, I hung up five. ”

“My people are fine, just two dead. ”

Everyone reported their losses. After listening to the wind cream, they looked at their homes and suddenly went into a state of error.

“What's the matter?” Others asked about his anomaly.

“No wonder he left…” said Reading Frost.

“What?”

“We hung up 29 people in total.” Read the wind cream, "he said.

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Will there be more words today? Cough, some classmates may have guessed it already. But it's not actually a patch, it's a, um, rhythm… (to be continued, go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)