Although the Sword of the Sky is still only a medium-sized guild, the food that appears in front of its own door will certainly not be missed. Soon most of the personnel from the five elite groups appeared, and even the second-tier personnel from the 21st to 40th regiments appeared on the scene. In addition to the ordinary regiment of the guild, about 200 people surrounded this area without missing water - it was obvious that there were still people on the outside.

Although this game has been distributed on stand-alone version before its fifth opening, everyone knows that the online version and stand-alone version are different. After some discussion, the management said that it would draw an elite group to try it out.

Although the middle-aged president is confused about small matters, he is never confused about big matters, otherwise the Sword of the Sky would not be in the middle of the alliance.

"Do you want my sixth group to go up and try it?" Xu Xiaoshi smiled at the president at this time.

Then Marceau saw the leader surnamed Lin jump out: "If you want to leave this kind of mission to our fifth regiment!"

Marceau, who was nestled behind a dead tree lying in the woods, looked at the five groups of No. 24 people with an idiot looking at the eyes of an idiot, ready to move towards death with enthusiasm. Are these guys thinking they are facing the idiot monsters in the novice copy? The idiom and adjective sentences composed of the idiot and adjective of the self-righteous fool seem to be specifically used to describe their existence.

"Little guy, do you think they can succeed?" The old dwarf sat next to the cat.

Marceau smiled shyly: "Maceau, I always think these kowtowers are not that easy to solve." - It is better to be a cat with a tail in front of the elders.

"You can see clearly that it is okay for young people to be energetic. Being able to face the death that comes calmly is also a brave character. But for the sake of his own face, he will take his companions toward meaningless death, which is stupid." Bai Mei said this and took out six fixed-load bullets from his ammunition bag, erected his hunting rifle, and stuffed the bullet into the bullet bay on the belly of the gun: "But this is the young man's own business. Old man, I have to prepare first, and maybe I will fall into a melee in a while."

"Why do you think so?" Marso poked out half of his head and looked at the lord who was a top-notch dog.

"When you see twenty-four lively humans rushing towards you from this place, even the stupid lord of the dog-headed lord will be suspicious of our place." Bai Mei adjusted the mechanical sight on the hunting rifle and replied: "Little guy, I think you should prepare too, try to leave MP for the healing magic technique. If you have one more healing magic technique, maybe one more unlucky guy can survive."

"You're right." Marceau is only level 4 now and happens to have obtained the first level of magic. In fact, the first level of magic should be obtained at level 5. However, in order not to allow priests, shamans, druids and others to use the healing magic professions are not practical in the early stages, their first level of magic is all adjusted to level 4, while the second level of magic is normal level 10.

After thinking about it, Marceau decided to apply poison to his whiteboard fist blade. After grabbing his wallet yesterday, there were several bottles of poison left, which now seems to be very useful.

"Poison, Little Marceau, are you worthy of it?" Bai Mei noticed that the cat was carefully applying potion to his fist blade, and the old dwarf immediately reacted.

"No, I did some minor injury-treatment potions, and these were failures." Applying the poison, Marceau retracted the blade into his arm guard: "There will be a professional bonus for the Shaman learning alchemy and using the potions and potions you make, just like a dwarf hunter learning engineer like you, is rewarded."

"Yes, in this way, little guy, are your herbal ingredients available?"

"I heard that the Prairie Elf NPC said that their herb cultivation in the north will provide discounted herbs to Arcane Brotherhood, Catman and Prairie Elf. Of course, the higher the herbs require higher reputations to the Prairie Elf."

At this moment, the twenty-four targets of the fifth regiment finally started attacking - of course, they still had some brains to hide themselves with trees and dead trunks, rather than stupid group charges.

However, the process is different, but the result is the same. The dog-killer crossbowman quickly discovered the human being sneakily approaching the ground, so the dog-killer camp immediately responded as quickly as possible - a wave of crossbow arrow attacks, and then the melee professions among the dog-killer began to approach the shaman under the cover of the crossbowman and the warlock.

The fifth regiment had only four physical ranges in total, and they were completely suppressed. A mage wanted to act as a handsome man and threw an arcane missile. As a result, he was nailed to six or seven crossbow arrows at the same time. The basic HD was only 1D4 (the minimum HP value obtained by upgrading to one level was 1, and the maximum HP value was 4). And the unlucky guy who was only 4 after he was killed was only 4 with a crossbow arrow, and fell on the grass with a gorgeous movement of 720 degrees of rotation... It was obvious that he was unsuccessful.

"Long-range shooting! Prepare to catch the enemy in close combat! Don't get up before picking up the enemy!" The leader of the Lin group knew to let the mages in his group be careful. Perhaps in his eyes, these kobolds were just mobs.

Of course, most people think so, but the next close combat immediately made everyone, not cat cubs, sweat in a cold sweat. The seven dog-headed vanguards holding swords, hammers, or axes shields and the fifth regiments fell down seven members of the fifth regiments at the moment of contact, and then the five followed the situation, and the remaining close combat was all on the ground.

"Master, run! Don't squat behind the tree and wait for death! Run in the zigzag! Apply oil yourself!" While most people were still stunned by the consequences of the battle, Baimei suddenly stood up. The cat listened to the old man pulling the trigger, and then saw a dog-headed man who was finishing the wounded and fell to the ground with a tilted head. Obviously, a leather hat could not block the erosion of a round shotgun within the effective range, and a dog-headed man whose head was smashed to the ground could not continue to survive.

"They are coming up! Everyone is ready to take the enemy! Don't get too crowded in melee combat... The melee team is trying to divide them!" The mascot president didn't make a sound until this time, but what he said is correct - after confirming the skills of these kobold men, he would be unable to get along with others.

In fact, there is no reminder at this time. The long-range players either stand or squat behind the cover to shoot with the lords and crossbowmen. The weapons throwing professions and melee players have already started to wait for the lords to rush forward.

The three mages of the fifth regiment were all in pools of blood. The one with the best luck was nailed down by a crossbow arrow in front of Marceau's bunker. The cat quickly leaned out and pulled the unlucky guy through the dead tree trunk. The price was that the unlucky guy was hit by another crossbow arrow on his butt when he climbed over the dead tree trunk. So the anemia mage inevitably entered a state of dying. With his physique, it was probably difficult to stop the blood, so Marceau took out the potion for treating minor injuries from his pocket and poured it into him, and then handed him over to the priests who came to hear the sound - Shamans and priests, Druids and Paladins, and even a warrior, who were experts in trauma treatment. However, it would be better to leave it to the priest girl in this emergency.

"Sixth group of kittens, I owe you a life." The unlucky guy said with a look of gratitude.

"You're welcome." Marceau smiled at him, then took a single-shot tunnel pistol handed over by a dwarf hunter. This is a tactical weapon that will be lost after shooting. It is like throwing weapons, which is very suitable for use at close range before receiving the enemy.

"Forty yards!" the human ranger on the canopy shouted.

"Stay! Throw it in twenty yards!" The president is worthy of being a tiger and wolf age, and his voice is very loud: "Who throws the axe! Don't throw it again..." Before the man finished cursing, he saw two counterweight flying axes flying one by one to the dog-headed man who was jumping over a wooden stake. The victim holding the sword and the long wooden shield had obviously noticed the roaring counterweight flying axe, so the first axe was heavily nailed to the wooden shield and successfully led the wooden shield to expose its head to the flight trajectory of the second counterweight flying axe... So the second counterweight flying axe directly slashed on the owner of the wooden shield's slender neck.

At this moment, a beheading record appeared in the records of all the players present, and the victim's head soared into the sky, interpreting the only result of the confrontation between the blade and the flesh and blood with practical actions.

At this time, Marceau had already returned to the dry wood behind the dead tree. The cat stretched out his hand and slapped the old white-browed dwarf hard.

"Little kitten, it's a good job!" After the high-fives, Baimei continued to load up with a smile.

"I have loved to play throwing since I was a child," said Marceau - so is the case. Marceau was born and could not walk due to genetic defects. When he was young, Marceau was fascinated by dart throwing because he had no choice but to these games because he was absolutely impossible to play the yarn ball that girls would like.

"Thirty yards!"

Marso poked out half of his head and looked at the situation in front of him. Since his flying axe was beheaded, these dog-headed men have accelerated their pushing speed, and the dog-headed shamans have also started to add buffs to them. The bluestone-colored skin of several dog-headed men holding square shields shows that the petrified skin has acted on it.

The dog-headed crossbowman is now about a hundred yards away from the defense line. It is obvious that most rangers and hunters today have the advantages of this. Except for veterans like Baimei who can occasionally hit, other long-range professions are suppressed. From time to time, players who lean out to shoot will fall in a pool of blood.

Marceau pulled out a crossbow arrow from the trunk and found that it was a cross-headed arrow with armor-breaking ability. There was a bloodletting groove between the two arrow edges. Anyone who was nailed to this thing would be bleeded.

Throwing off the crossbow arrow in his hand and seeing the opportunity, Marceau once again threw out the counterweight flying axe with his right hand, and threw out another counterweight flying axe with his tail one second later.
Chapter completed!