Firebolt: Chinese team, it's high

When the magic scholar of Team USA saw the movement, he raced against time to send a message on the team channel. As the team commander, Joseph Joyce, the sorcerer, immediately followed up and began to ask about the opponent's specific movements:

Accuse the deceased: How many people?

Fire crossbow: ammunition, swordsman, priest, warfare. Demonic obsessed.

Accuse the deceased: a magic gun?

Firebolt: Forward.

Didn’t the Chinese team be fooled?

Joseph Joyce tsked. Sending the sharpshooter to fly solo is to create the illusion that all the American team are in the cave. When the Chinese team chases into the cave and breaks out, the American team ambushing outside can attack from the stream, the hall, the pool, and at several directions!

But now... the main force of the Chinese team chose to climb high, cross the Tiansheng Bridge, and go straight to the hall...

Joseph Joyce quickly turned the character's perspective.

The area of ​​the hall is quite wide, from east to west, with up to 105 body positions and 96 body positions in the north and south width.

Now, there are about 50 body positions between the thief's shadow jumping and the head of the natural bridge at a horizontal distance; the guardian's envoy's triumphant Wings, 70 body positions; and his warlock sued the dead, and there are 85 body positions near the bridge at the end of the hall!

Including the vertical climbing distance, the team set out together, and there were only two thieves and demon scholars who had time to block the Chinese team at the bridge.

Tsk.

The tactical commander of the Chinese team - according to pre-match information, should be a priest - is also a master!

Joseph Joyce took a breath and smiled slightly. The Chinese team, guessing a trap is nothing, there are ways to wait for you later!

Accuse the deceased: all of them move forward and ambush around the bridge

Accuse the Dead: Lily observes, step back carefully, John sets a trap

Accuse the Dead: Clay remains unmoved for the time being

The magic scholar retreated, shrank, and hid next to the stalagmites behind the bridgehead. The fighting thieves, the boxer, answered one by one. The boxer stood still, and the thief moved forward quickly, ready to set a trap before the Chinese team had time to observe the bridge deck.

While manipulating the warlock to sue the deceased to run forward, Joseph Joyce split his eyes and looked at the team channel to receive information from his teammates. He also took the time to type and asked his own sharpshooter how he was.

In a moment, the team channel received a reply from the sharpshooter.

Broken Stars: The sharpshooter is coming to me.

Broken Stars: One person.

one person?

The warlock couldn't help but smile. The sharpshooter was against the sharpshooter, a person, a sharpshooter with melee gun body tendency, in such a dark, tortuous cave with bunkers everywhere, fighting against his own sharpshooter who mainly targets long-range snipers?

The Chinese team's sharp gun is really confident...

He typing in the group briskly, his fingers jumping, almost flying.

Accuse the deceased: Can you do it by sniping him?

Broken Stars: Yes!

I think it can, too.

Joseph Joyce's smile was slightly bent, and he no longer paid attention to the sharpshooter, but took his attention back to his eyes. Everything was normal on the screen, the magic scholar's fire crossbows were hiding tightly, the thief's shadow jumped and the guardian envoy's triumphant wings were running quickly, and the current situation of the Chinese team reported on the team channel was also in his previous estimates—

Taking a break from his busy schedule, Joseph Joyce's eyes slightly changed and he glanced at the public channel.

——I'm going, what's the news refreshed so quickly!

The warlock was stunned and browsed several times in the public channel. After a certain amount of time, he found that these chat records that he could not even read were all from one person...

Ye Yusheng is annoyed: You are afraid, you are afraid, you are afraid, you are afraid, you are afraid, you are afraid?

Ye Yusheng Annoyed: Do you think we will get into it if we set a trap? Tell you, it is impossible! Such a shallow trap, let alone our tactical master, even me can see through it at a glance!

Ye Yusheng Annoyed: What do you want to do next? Are you planning to block us at the bridgehead? Is it right?

Ye Yusheng Annoyed: I have seen the tail flame of that fire crossbow! It is said that a magic scholar called the fire crossbow? Isn’t the fire crossbow the name of a broom? Why is it used for people to use the name of Yinwu? And this name is not good at all, why is it not called Guanghuang 2000? It’s not good to call it Silver Star, but Silver Star and Miejue Star Dust are a bit repetitive...

Ye Yu Sheng Annoyed: Just repeat it, I believe that Silver Star will definitely not be able to defeat the Extreme Star Dust! It will be suppressed from the name! By the way, @沪米就 What is your name for silver martial arts? I forgot after glance at the information. I can't just call it Fire Crossbow, right?

Joseph Joyce:...

What kind of water is in his mind? He wants to see the raiming chattering with bothering     rain?

The warlock took a breath, then took another breath. Before his eyes could be turned away, the screen in the public channel area flashed, and the boss flashed another paragraph:

Ye Yusheng Annoyed: Are you really planning to block people at the bridge? I’ll give you a good idea, it’s best to retreat a few positions and rush out when we are halfway through. This kind of fighting is called attack in Chinese military tactics. How about it? Isn’t it very powerful? Do you want to thank me, thank me, thank me!

Joseph Joyce twitched hard. He stepped back a little, half surrounded and concentrated the fire. This was also the idea he had thought of, but he told the rain in front of him that it was so hateful! He wanted to kill that guy!

Joseph Joyce shook his cursor and cut back to the team channel. He gritted his teeth and repeated the pre-match discipline, almost smashing the keyboard together.

Accuse the deceased: No one is allowed to pay attention to bothering      rain!

Fortunately, he did not delay the operation when he read the news. With just a few lines of words, the thief cut an arc along the edge of the hall, concealing himself as much as possible. He had climbed near the stone bridge, with only a dozen people left from the bridgehead.

The Guardian was climbing the mountain with a hiccup - the hill in the center of the hall, with a height of about 40 body units and a radius of about half that of the entire hall. Although it is not necessary to climb to the top of the mountain, it is not difficult for the character. The visual effect of the heavy armor looks really tiring.

The victim, as a short-legged warlock, was carrying a robe in one hand and a staff in the other, running quickly along the edge of the hall. It doesn’t matter if you can’t run, and there is no big deal without melee protection. There are caves around the hall, and most of the caves have clusters of stalagmites at the entrance, and there are bunkers everywhere.

Firepost: The Chinese team is on the bridge!

The magic scholar issued a warning, turned over and flew up, steered the broom and flew up. He walked around half a circle and avoided a cluster of stalactites. He had silently attached himself to the door of the Chinese team entering the hall.

Joseph Joyce followed Miss Lily's warning to raise the character's perspective. When he raised the perspective, he felt a sudden lit up in front of him.

It's true...a physical highlight.

The gunshots were getting closer and closer, and a brilliant light suddenly exploded as the gunshots echoed under the dome.
Chapter completed!