"I learned this trick in the game World of Gods and Ghosts."
A banging sound followed by a huge wave of water was set off in the center of the Barro River. A seemingly fierce collision later completely destroyed the two duels in the center of the battlefield who were about to decide the winner.
Covered, the countless cheers and applause that originally echoed around the entire battlefield also temporarily paused for a moment as this huge water wave rose, leaving only Duan Qing's slightly deep voice in the corner echoing vaguely:
"In order to hunt down those powerful evil spirits, the demon slayers have created many moves with large-scale destruction power. One of the moves was created by the demon slayers who use bows and arrows. They use the strongest arrow that was originally charged to shoot.
Launch an attack on the target in the form of a lob, using the powerful falling force to destroy the solid shell and armor of the gods and ghosts."
"Of course, there are still many areas for improvement in this move under the rules of the free world." He said this, and his gaze that was originally looking at the sky slowly fell on a brilliant straight track that had disappeared:
"But no matter how we improve it, the existing flaws are still unavoidable, and that is how to aim."
"In order for the other party to send a person with low mobility to challenge, we have exhausted all our tricks." Shaking his head, Xue Ling Huan Bing, who was also looking at the center of the water, responded in a low voice:
"It seems that the enemy's ability exceeds our imagination. His explosive speed is completely inconsistent with the original image of a turtle shell."
"So I also told Baibu Wushuang that when necessary, he can only find a way to solve the aiming problem by himself." Duan Qing smiled and snapped his fingers forward: "This scene in front of me -"
"That's probably what he came up with."
The water splash finally gradually dispersed, and the Nashi tribe members who had originally wanted to celebrate with the final axe-killing of the enemy also froze in place one by one. They stared at the people who had already flown to the direction.
The sky disappeared, and the arrow that appeared above Shidong's head for some unknown reason gradually chilled the atmosphere at the scene. Also looking at this scene with some disbelief, those in the Sioux camp
The warriors who originally couldn't bear to look at each other widened their eyes at this time. They looked at the arrow that had penetrated the opponent's helmet and was bleeding out with blood at this time, and the arrow that was supposed to be shot.
, the player who was lying motionless in the river at this time, after a while, his slightly surprised voice reached their ears: "What, what happened?"
"What happened? When did he shoot that arrow?"
"Hasn't he been chopped down by Shi Dong? Does he still have the strength to launch a counterattack?"
"It's hard, is there someone helping us secretly?"
The whispers and glances that gradually dispersed began to spread in the Sioux camp. Along with this, more and more people focused their doubtful gazes on the center of the battlefield, being stared at closely.
The burly Nashi warrior who was still holding the ax did not make his last attack, and his trembling body finally fell on the other side of the river with a heavy sound of falling into the water.
In the suffocating atmosphere around him, the player archer, who had been lying under the water and had completely lost his ability to fight back, stood up with heavy breathing and a huge tear mark on his chest.
Regardless of his bleeding and serious injuries and the frightened looks coming from all directions, he stared blankly at the sky directly above his head: "... I didn't expect... I could really succeed."
"Hey, hey, you can't fall down now." Duan Qing, who gradually appeared in the sight of everyone standing around, sighed, waved his hand and sprinkled a beam of healing energy on the crumbling archer.
On the body: "If we are sentenced to lose-lose, it would be too much of a loss."
"...Hey." His weak eyes lingered on the back of the hill-like enemy beside him for a moment, and Bai Bu Wushuang, who was barely lifted up to take his last breath, said in a difficult voice: "You are... outside the field.
Support will... be taken advantage of by others..."
"No, don't worry." Duan Qing reached out to support the opponent's body that was about to fall down again. Duan Qing, who ignored everyone's gaze, then turned his head calmly: "Because - is this duel okay?
Is it over?"
"The outcome has been decided."
Repeating what he had said before, Surtu, who walked out of the Sioux crowd, also showed a different indifferent smile: "This time, you should have no objection."
"This...impossible." Staring at Shi Dong's motionless figure lying in the water, Shi Tuo answered with a hint of difficulty in his voice: "How could a warrior of the Nashi tribe lose?
For you...you...weak..."
"We don't admit it!" A Nashi warrior behind Shtuo roared angrily: "You must be playing some conspiracy!"
"If you don't notice the eyes of the prey, you have no right to interrupt the hunters' discussion." Surtu let out a heavy cold snort, with a look of disdain in his eyes, and then pointed directly above the river: "That wipe just now
The arrow that passed by did not go up in the air, but after flying straight upward, it fell back again."
"It fell accurately on the head of your warrior." Pointing to Shidong who fell in the water again, the Sioux warrior wearing a headband finally had a smile on his lips: "It's still
He stood there laughing triumphantly and then died like this - huh, how ironic."
"How could such a thing happen?" His eyes looked back and forth several times in disbelief at Baibu Wushuang, who was being supported by Surtu and Duan Qing. Shituo finally shouted in disbelief: "Missed the shot.
The arrow could still fall back? And it landed on Shidong’s head so accurately? How could it be such a coincidence?"
"Since you also call yourself a warrior of the Nashi tribe, you will definitely not miss the trajectory and direction of the arrow just now." The answer was Surtu's finger pointing to the sky: "Instead of doubting what happened in the duel before,
Regarding the matters in the ceremony, you might as well doubt yourselves."
"I wonder if you have been spurned by God."
He waved his hand, then turned around and walked back with a low laugh. The words that echoed over the river gradually set off a wave of uproar, between the noisy looks of the members of the Sioux and Nashi tribes.
Stopped and wandered back and forth. He also supported Baibu Wushuang's body and began to return to his own camp. Duan Qing, who was still using healing magic to restore the opponent's injuries, also slowly pulled out a sneer at the corner of his mouth, ignoring the Sioux people around him.
With a surprised look, he then walked straight through the crowd, and finally returned to the adventurer camp where Xueling Huanbing and others were with a sigh: "Of course it's not a coincidence, a bunch of idiots."
"If I hadn't believed in your evil deeds and insisted on selling myself as a target, I wouldn't have been so seriously injured." His answer came from Baibu Wushuang who was thrown to the ground while feeling pain.
He gritted his teeth and said, "You have to take responsibility for my tragic results."
"Who's to say that you can't use all the methods I taught you before?" Duan Qing, who stopped casting healing magic and pulled the wound on his broken arm, turned around with a grin on his face: "You can't attract people.
I can't even fly a kite, so I finally thought of a way to lob it for you, but you still have to get hit with an ax first to attract all the opponent's attention."
"If the arrow I gave you earlier wasn't enchanted, I'm not sure whether we could have finalized the decision in the end." He motioned to his teammates to throw the medicine and bandages to the archer in front of him, and looked away from the arrow on the opponent's chest.
The terrifying crimson mark moved away: "I have used so many methods to get you the fruit of victory, so you can just make do with it and enjoy it."
"What kind of magic did you put on my arrow just now?" After receiving the rough and arrogant treatment, Baibu Wushuang finally had a bit of a dumbfounded expression on his face: "It can't be the wind element or...
Earth magic or something like that?”
"Such a simple enchantment? You are looking down on my strength as an alchemist." Duan Qing wiped his nose and replied without looking back: "For this duel ceremony, I also did it in secret
It took a lot of hard work, but you are the first to enjoy these enchantments with precise guidance and gravity acceleration."
"Precision guidance? Gravity acceleration?" With question marks on his face, Baibu Wushuang's voice also had a sense of surprise: "Is there such an enchantment - no, is there such a magic?"
"Of course...ah, I forgot that this is the Continent of Wind." Duan Qing looked at the sky in front of him in a daze, then raised his head and gradually subdued his sighs: "Look at you people.
I also know that your research on magic theory and application of magic knowledge are obviously at the level of the last century. Or maybe you really can fly so far without being blown by the strong wind because of your calculations of the wind force.
The arrow that had been missing for so long fell back exactly where it came from—ouch."
"Stop trying to be cool and come over here." She stopped tapping her opponent's forehead with her fingers, and Xue Ling Huan Bing, who was standing aside with her mouth curled, gradually changed to a serious expression: "The next game...
…No, the duel is about to begin, and our countermeasures haven’t been decided yet.”
"Countermeasures? What other countermeasures are needed?" Duan Qing stretched out his hand to rub the place where he was beaten, and turned to the other side of the river in the distance and shook his head: "The layout was already in place at the beginning. Now we are not following our instructions.
Will the established plans continue to develop?”
"That's true, but I always have a feeling that it's unreal." He glanced at the gray-robed magician uneasily, and Gedman's voice also had a bit of a wavering tone: "It's true.
Will it develop as you said before? The other party shouldn't be so stupid."
"If the other party is really stupid, they won't fall for it." The innocent expression suddenly disappeared, and the successful expression of Duan Qing, who was standing on the slope of the river, gradually disappeared in the movement of lowering his head: "It was expected.
The enemy will naturally make the actions we expected. Doesn’t this just fulfill our previous guess? If you don’t believe it, look at it——”
"They will start to act like we imagined in no time."
Following the direction indicated by the gray-robed magician, the commotion from the Nashi tribe on the other side of the river finally began to calm down. The blood that stained the river water gradually became clear and clear as time passed.
Along with Shidong, who had been carried away long ago, he disappeared among the members of the Nashi tribe: "——What's going on? This is different from what was expected before!"
"Don't be anxious, Sir Shituo, haven't you used all your trump cards yet?"
"That's because the enemy didn't act according to previous predictions! They actually selected an adventurer to fight!"
Among the people deep in the Nashi camp, the tall Shtuo was arguing excitedly with a vague figure in black robes: "They actually provoke us in this way! They actually... actually...
Escaped from destiny!"
"The established destiny will not be shaken off so easily, and there are no errors or deviations in our predictions." Ignoring the murderous intent and threat of the tall and burly tribal warrior in front of him, the old man's hoarse voice contained more words.
A bit sarcastic: "It's you who have the problem. The adventurers who stand in front of the trump cards prepared for you look obviously weaker than the enemies we previously predicted, don't they?"
"you--"
The irritated and panting chest kept rising and falling. It took Shituo, who was standing in front of the old man, to calm down his irritable mood for a while: "Okay, let us continue - what should we do next?"
"Of course this should be decided by you." Without any influence, the old man's body standing among the clan members seemed to be as hard and profound as a rock: "Believe in the instructions of fate. As long as you obey the instructions of fate,
You will definitely achieve final victory."
"Then what if the other party still doesn't play according to the routine-"
The words he wanted to say stopped in mid-air. Shituo, who was swinging his arms passionately, suddenly had a bit of confusion in his eyes. He looked back in the direction of the Su clan in front of the river, and his expression gradually changed.
He became fierce: "I understand."
"Anyway, we have already won two games. No matter what weird tricks they try again, as long as we can win another one, the game will be over."
Nodding deeply, the tall leader of the Nashi tribe strode to the front of the river. He looked at the calm look of Surtu opposite him, looking at him calmly, and moved towards
Our own camp made a gesture that surprised everyone: "There is no need to hold back at all, just use the most powerful force to completely suppress all their choices -"
"Shilong! Go!"
This chapter has been completed!