Use warrior heroes as bait to deceive strong human beings, and then send sword masters.
This is not a classic...
Come!
cheat!
Come!
Sneak attack!?
If you do this to me, a 16-year-old "old" comrade, won't your conscience hurt?
These days...
Showing up at someone else's door openly with an ax is called!
The person who sneakily stabs the enemy general's chrysanthemum with a mountain-climbing sword is called!
well!
The world is in decline!
Moral decay!
Ahem, that’s too far off topic!
When Valeera held the two sword masters who suddenly appeared one against two, McDonald didn't even think about it, he turned sideways and dodged to the side.
Juggernauts and the like are all old Ass, fully automatic pathfinding, oh, butt-seeking!
Almost at the same time that McDonald ducked out of the way, a two-meter-long machete flashed out of the illusion.
The cold blade just scratched across McDonald's forehead, but it didn't even cut off a single hair.
Everyone around was stunned, except for McDonald, who stared at the other party with a sarcastic look on his lips.
Their eyes faced each other, and their black and white eyes had the same murderous intent.
It was a green-skinned swordsman with a ring of "Buddha beads" around his neck. He had a naked upper body, typical brotherly muscles, a white beard and a white single ponytail.
"Oh? Samuro? You just want to attack me?"
It’s just a mountain sword, but you still have the nerve to say it’s a sword?
In the world of Azeroth, only swords the size of door panels are called swords!
you
Not qualified!
…
The visitor is none other than the famous Fire Blade Sword Saint Samuro!
He was surprised by McDonald's astonishing reaction speed, and what shocked him even more was that his origin was actually revealed.
Shocked! Shocked!
The skill in hand is unmistakable!
A set of three consecutive cuts will kill the weaker opponent on the spot.
McDonald's steps continued, and his seemingly slow steps made his figure look like a ghost, retreating gracefully. He retreated in a space of less than one meter and slowly unsheathed his sword. Even Li
What Adeline set up for him in the first place was not consumed.
Whenever Samuro's blade hits the shield, at least the energy of the shield will be lost.
But no!
McDonald's calm demeanor in the face of danger made the guards next to him join the UC shock department.
Is it true that McDonald's eyesight is so good that he can dodge every sword of the sword master?
fart!
It's purely because this guy has all his skills! With the mentality of hiding if you can, and relying on skills to save your life if you can't, that's why he has such a margin on his face.
Of course, from the perspective of others, this is the absolute confidence of a top powerhouse!
Samuro was almost stunned.
However, he is an old sword master after all.
If the sneak attack fails, attack immediately.
The target of his attack is, of course, the nanny!
You can lose the team battle, but the wet nurse must die!
Human priests should be very fragile. He had killed many in the Kingdom of Stormwind. Although they could heal their wounds, they were essentially just big squishy skin.
What about the staff?
Can a staff withstand the onslaught of a broadsword in melee combat?
No one expected that Liadrin took out a big treasure from her legs apart!
Ahem!
Don't get me wrong!
Liadrin's parents were killed by trolls when she was a child, and she wanted revenge. Although she played the Way of the Holy Light smoothly, as an elf with a long lifespan, it was normal for her to learn some sword skills.
This is as normal as a football wrench taking to the field.
Talking about career restrictions with heroes in the world of Azeroth is bullshit!
Which hero goes out without carrying three or five job transfer books?
When Liadrin tugged at the edge of her robe at the leg line of her right thigh, MacDonald discovered that her priest's robe had secretly opened a high slit like a cheongsam, which was usually fastened with a button and fell off as soon as she pulled it.
While she revealed her long, snow-white legs, there was also a strap holding a scabbard inside.
The speed of that mark was so fast that both the enemy and us were stunned at the same time. He was clearly an old swordsman who had practiced for countless years.
McDonald could fully imagine that if he used force and insisted on being "carried on his shoulders by two white legs", the end result would be "a bloody mouth full of eggs".
She saw Liadrin clashing with Samuro's broadsword for several rounds with her dagger. She also used the first blow to unexpectedly close the distance, forcing Samuro to close the gap between them.
When he reached a distance of one meter, he started to engage in close combat, but he overwhelmed Samuro in terms of momentum.
It’s absolutely amazing!
However, that's the end of it.
If you can't beat the Sword Master, then you'll have to cheat.
Just like the special skill of and, when Samuro's momentum suddenly rose, Liadrin suddenly felt a big hand behind her grabbing her shoulder.
"Ah! Madang...you..." Before Liadrin could finish her words, several Samuros suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, wielding their swords and slashing at her.
As expected, exactly!
McDonald can recite what the Bastard Sage does by heart.
First rely on stealth, and use the backstab to increase the critical damage, and see if you can kill the enemy in seconds. If it doesn't, use entanglement. If it doesn't work, just attack at close range.
However, perhaps because he felt that McDonald was watching, or perhaps the fatal shooting of the Dar* Triple Blood Blade he fired last time warned Samuro, the sword master did not immediately use his ultimate move.
However, it was unexpected and quite scary.
One-on-one, Liadrin boasts that Samuro is worthy of her reputation, but 1vs4, she is in big trouble.
A top swordsman can train himself to the point where he has independent movements and has his own attack power and vitality.
McDonald pulled, and at the same time Liadrin felt a golden light flash behind her, and four broadswords had slashed into a shield made of a ton of gold.
After four clanging sounds of "dang" in no particular order, four criss-crossing and shocking knife marks were left on the slightly soft gold nugget.
The unreasonable rain of gold coins in the whole screen is a complete scam.
Not to mention three clones, you can beat up a hundred more.
Samuro struggled to control his mirror clone, but after all, the clone was not him. A person who was distracted and controlled three extra visions and three bodies at the same time, dealing with hundreds of gold coins shot at him, was making things difficult for him.
Fat Tiger'.
One face-to-face encounter and all the clones are destroyed.
Samuro decided to quit.
"Want to leave!?" McDonald sneered, and his seemingly thin body suddenly burst out with an astonishing momentum like a giant dragon swooping down.
"Crack!" When his first step broke the cement bricks under his feet, Samuro realized that something was wrong.
It's impossible!
Use it to death!
The former chief has proven this with his life.
McDonald had no idea that Samuro, a bitch, would have the ability to disappear from his perception the moment he successfully activated it.
The system prompts:
Under the astonished gaze of Liadrin and others, McDonald's charge turned a corner halfway, swooped down from the high bunker, and crashed into the brainless roar who had just entered the bunker.
