Chapter 278 277 What kind of era is this? You can only fight
Chapter 278 277. What kind of era is this? You can only beat me!
Kenbot Gnaw felt that he could easily defeat the group of desperate guys in front of him. They were all weak people who only dared to fight with him in a numbers war.
But this wild and powerful Silver-level Jackal soon discovered that things did not seem to be moving forward as smoothly as he imagined.
The flail he wields is so powerful that it is difficult for the opponent to resist even if he is carrying a heavy shield. Every blow can knock them back, but if you knock off one, a second one will attack immediately.
This group of bastard cowards have many shield warriors who are tough enough to ensure that this continuous alternating battle will not stop. If they cannot kill these entangled ones with one blow, those who have been knocked down will hide behind.
With the help of his therapist, he quickly recovered enough to continue fighting.
This made Ken Porter very upset.
It feels like it's trapped!
Like a beast caught in a net, its claws and fangs are still sharp but it can never break free.
It realizes that the enemy is good at cooperating and is like a functioning whole. While the shield warrior withstands his own attack, other melee fighters try their best to sneak attack. Even if their weapons can hardly penetrate their own armor, there are always some armors that cannot protect them.
Areas will be hit by weapons coated with poison.
What's even worse is that there are spellcasters among these bastards. Whether it is direct offensive psychic powers or weakening curses, this armor cannot withstand them.
It does not have a character interface that can clearly show the pile of debuffs hanging on it, but it is a hunting priest, and it is no stranger to psychic spells.
It can tell that there are at least several negative effects such as slowing down, weakness, damage aggravation, psychic shock and confusion on its body. Even if these guys are not very skilled in the use of psychic energy, their own psychic resistance as a hunter priest is also limited.
It's okay, but every time I purify the negative status on my body between battles, a new negative status will be added within a few seconds.
It's so annoying!
It felt like an elephant being besieged by ants, or like a leopard trying to hunt a porcupine. It was completely useless.
"Despicable and weak vampire dog!"
It yelled.
Irritably, I waved my flail with even greater strength, as if I wanted to put all the anger and shame in my heart on these desperate guys.
This attack was very savage. The flail could hit three times in one swing, and the unlucky shieldman was right in front of Ken Porter at this time.
Even though San Wu Dou had used his witch hunter skills to defend, the BOSS still dealt crushing damage. The first hammer cracked his shield, the second hammer shattered the defense, and the third hammer hit San Wu in the middle of the explosion of the shield.
Fighting brains.
There was a "bang" sound.
It's like a watermelon bursting.
Sanwu Dou didn't even let out a scream, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.
"grass!"
Brother Miao Miao and Brother Bang exclaimed at the same time.
not good!
There was a problem with shield-hand coordination, and Ken Porter's reaction was faster than they thought.
After defeating the damn defenders, this savage jackal ripped open the defenses and rushed out towards the location of several healers with red eyes.
Fast and fierce, Niu Niu reacted quickly and charged forward to intercept, but it couldn't stop the charging Kenbot at all. It laughed cruelly and expectantly, and hit the blood-stained flail at the nun in front of it who was wearing a nun's robe.
But a human healer with a weird scythe.
The locked Mrs. Shui was helpless.
Why does she seem to be the first to die in every group fight? So, is the healing profession so hated on a completely real battlefield?
"Get away!"
Sister Shiliu became anxious when she saw Mrs. Shui standing there waiting for death. She flew out and kicked Mrs. Shui's bulging chest and kicked her away.
But the jackal's flail had already been smashed down, and Sister Pomegranate felt like she was going to die.
But the next second, accompanied by a weird flapping sound, the black gargoyle with folded wings flashed out from the side, and its limbs folded into rocks to take the blow on Sister Pomegranate's behalf.
There was a loud bang, and the black gargoyle, which was made of ordinary stone and had completely insufficient strength, was completely smashed to pieces.
However, this magical stroke saved the precarious battle situation. Several blood wood seeds thrown by Brother Meow Meow took root and sprouted and grew bloodthirsty tree men. Orchid, Niu Niu and Brother Bang rushed to take over, and then they barely managed to control the out-of-control tree people.
The battlefield returned to its previous rhythm.
The frightened Sister Shiliu climbed up from the gravel. When she looked back, she saw Professor Chen not far away smiling and waving to her.
Apparently it was Old Chen who commanded the gargoyle to rush over and save Sister Pomegranate's life.
"It's out of range of that damn totem! Quick! Use a gun!"
Ashina, who was flying through the air, pulled out the Hammer Guard with his backhand and fired a shot at the howling jackal below.
The terrifying force of the single-point bullet hit Ken Porter's helmet, and finally the heavy thing flew away. The moment the Jackal's neck was exposed, the man who had been looking for an opportunity to touch you suddenly lit up.
He whistled loudly.
The astral manticore, Stinky Treasure, who became more and more cunning as he learned from his master, jumped out from the shadows where he was hiding and slapped the jackal behind with his paw.
But this is not the point. Its black and highly poisonous tail hook exuding metallic luster was like the legendary horse stake, and it pierced into Ken Porter's thick neck with a pop.
The deadly astral venom was injected into the body of the Jackal Warlord. Although the Manticore Stinky Treasure was turned around and smashed its head with a hammer the next moment, it was only a projection in the material world and there was no real loss.
On the contrary, the injection of this fatal poison made the powerful Kenbot immediately fall into a state of weakness where his hands and feet became weak.
It howled and couldn't even hold the heavy flail, but was "disarmed" by the Frost Fang Claws rushing out.
The heavy weapon fell, and Kenbot could barely hold on to his shield to withstand the sudden intensification of attacks from all directions. The jackal knew that he might be finished, but he did not intend to give up. He crushed the hunting bone ornament hanging around his neck and released a hunting priest.
A wild cleanse to rid your body of the toxins that are destroying it.
In the eyes of young players, this scene means that they have finally brought this fierce BOSS into the kill line.
"Brothers! Fuck him!"
Xiao Ashina yelled, then loaded his beloved trench gun with two expensive gold-fired single-head bullets, then flew over and fired two bang-bang shots at Ken Porter's back.
The close range bombardment produced the [Armor Breaking] effect, which tore cracks in the thick armor, and the [Burning] effect ignited the Jackal's mane, and the constant stabs from weapons made Kenport disgraced.
Even the shield in its hand was snatched away by an unknown bastard. Its hands were waving but soon became scarred. The hunting priest's poison dispelling spell was taking effect, making it feel that its power was returning. However, the situation was already very serious.
It's dangerous. If it doesn't fight back, it will die in the shameless siege of this group of black men.
So when Brother Meow Meow's flaming hunter sword penetrated its waist and abdomen, the jackal warlord activated his special skills as a hunting priest.
It called upon the Lord of the Hunt to give it the power to hunt, and its ferocious, wild and violent animal nature was awakened, and its green eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
The atavistic ability unique to the Silver tier has also been temporarily improved.
Its already huge body expanded again. The Shannan Tiger roared in front of him, swinging his war hammer and trying to break its skull. He smashed the war hammer down, but the blood-stained claws stretched out and grabbed the handle of the hammer.
No matter how hard Shannan Tiger roared and grinned, he pressed down, but the war hammer would not move at all.
The Jackal Warlord, covered in blood, howled like a wolf. He snatched the enemy's weapon and held it in his hand. He waved it in a wide range to declare that it was endowed with more wild power and fearless killing heart.
The three hammers knocked to death three young players who were unable to dodge.
It feels that such an invincible power will definitely scare these cowardly people away.
However, no!
After seeing it kill its companions easily, the blood servants and vampires in front of them not only were not scared off, but became even more happy one by one. At this time, Ken Porter, who was confused, even heard the cheers from the crowd.
What are they happy about?
Shouldn't they feel afraid?
Why are they cheering so happily and shouting weird things like "transitioning stages", "entering the kill", "activating YY", "DPS fierce attack"?
Are these people crazy?
Don't they know how to write the word "death"?
"boom"
The low sound of gunfire announced the little player's mood at this time, and the bullets mixed with burning gold powder flew into the shoulder of the Jackal Warlord, causing blood to flow and hit him.
Then a smashed shield hit it on the head, which completely angered the warrior who was dominated by animal nature at this time. It dragged its warhammer like a wild bull and rushed in the direction of the smashed shield.
There is no trace of the dignity that a Silver-level powerhouse should have, and only a sad body that embraces the habits of a beast is left.
Murphy, who was high in the air, felt that there was no need to watch anymore.
This brainless jackal couldn't defeat his cleverly coordinated little players when he still had sense, and now he has lost his mind.
What awaits it is death through slow bleeding, like a bull in the Colosseum.
There is no doubt that the bull's stabbing and trampling will easily kill the matador, but in most cases, the matador who knows how to use his brain wins the final victory.
"Ground seduction, sky output!"
When Brother Bang saw that the dangerous Ken Porter had lost his mind, he let out a sigh of relief.
He knew that this time the dungeon strategy was stable, so he immediately changed the fighting method. Under his command, the vampire players took full advantage of the sky.
The attack from the air was something Ken Porter could not resist at this time.
The only problem is that in a real combat environment, the attacks they throw may not hit without lock-on assistance, which is a bit annoying.
The more daring melee fighters will already be "showing off".
For example, the brothers of the Tiger and Leopard Riders would always take advantage of Ken Porter's mindless charge to stop and steal a few knives to bleed him, or smash a few Molotov cocktails to set fire to the Jackal's hairy body.
These guys widened the fighting circle and used "kite flying" tactics, making it almost impossible for Ken Porter's deadly charge to hit anyone.
Although the bloodthirsty spell gave Kenbot extreme strength, under the current circumstances, it was unable to break free from the tighter and tighter death trap.
The only good thing is that the jackal leader no longer has enough wisdom to think about his situation. He only has the fighting instinct driving his increasingly heavier body.
It wasn't until he was charging again that he couldn't even stand still. Kachitonita in front of him roared and performed a standard blood vulture-style "death drop" from the air. He just used the impact force to cut his poison-edged battle ax into its chest.
Shoulder.
This fatal blow marked the end of the BOSS battle!
Kenbot still wanted to stand up, but the lone assassin who had been hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity, finally showed his fangs.
Two bone daggers stolen from the Gnoll Warlord appeared from the shadows as Fang Ya, and pierced his throat with vicious twisting attacks, injecting the poison again.
"Step aside!"
Brother Cat shouted as he rushed over with all his strength.
Having completed the perfect ambush, Frostfang Claw kicked his feet behind the Gnoll Warlord and jumped out. The next second, Brother Cat, who was dragging his battle ax over, swung the weapon in a round shape and made a pop sound like chopping down a big tree.
, and struck the ax hard into Ken Porter's neck.
This decapitation blow was full of power, and the angle of attack was also very precise.
Cat Brother barely felt much resistance before he let the ax blade slice through the flesh and bones, and also let the ferocious blood-stained head fly into the sky, and then spin and smash in the spectacular scene of the smelly blood spraying from the neck.
On a messy ground.
This brave kill added 150 points to Brother Mao's personal standings, which completely widened the gap with the second-placed Sister Pomegranate.
"Hey hey hey."
Happy Stick stepped forward and picked up Ken Porter's glaring head, and raised it high in disgust, causing the surviving little players to cheer.
They won!
This instance has been speed-passed!
Although I didn’t get the complete three boxes of extra rewards, it’s pretty good right now.
This scene also fell into the eyes of Hogg, who was riding a coyote and risked crossing the shadows of the astral world to confirm the situation. The thin jackal watched from a distance as those bloodthirsty warriors cut off Ken Porter's big head like savages.
He raised it up and let out fanatical battle cheers. It was finally relieved and at the same time extremely fearful of these warriors.
Even Ken Porter is no match for them!
If I want to deal with them in the future, I must not offend them. I am not as strong as Ken Porter.
But seeing the extremely brave Ken Porter die in the hands of these warriors like a hunted beast made Hogg solidify an idea in his heart.
Rough and barbaric strength is meaningless. Only cunning wisdom can make one's life better, just like the two completely different endings between himself and Ken Porter in this incident.
The best way not to die is not to start a war.
There is no fighting and no losing.
"whispering sound"
Hogg gave a disdainful sneer at the coyote. Witnessing the death of the "noble blood" with his own eyes made this "crippled bitch" feel happy. He patted the coyote on the head without any burden and let it carry him.
Leave this chaotic camp forever.
This is an ominous place and it will never come back.
But after walking a few steps, Hogg saw the giant armored warg that Kenbot brought out from the Dark Mountains. The guy was tamed by Kenbot and was extremely obedient. Now that Kenbot was dead, this poor thing was also
His legs were broken by the players and he could only scream and wait to die.
"Hey!"
Hogg's eyes lit up, he stepped forward and cautiously approached and took out the meat and healing potion.
As the chief of the Bloodclaw clan, isn't it normal for him to have an awesome mount and war beast?
"Falling! Look, it's falling!"
After Brother Bang threw Kenbot's ugly head into a big bag, he heard the little players behind him shouting something noisily.
He turned around and saw Niu Niu picking up Ken Porter's huge bone shield, while Lin Beigou was holding the strange and powerful three-headed flail.
Next to the body of the jackal warlord, Mo Niqiong was enthusiastically trying to remove the boss's grotesque beast-tooth glove.
Farther away, Ashina was picking up the clan helmet that had been blown away before.
"Although there is only one BOSS, there are really a lot of drops."
Happy Stick complained.
He originally wanted to appease the young players and discuss how to distribute them, but before he could speak, the howling wind sounded from high in the sky. Everyone looked up and saw Mr. Murphy, who had been "catching fish" from the beginning until now.
Flapping its cool big wings, it fell from the shadow of the astral world.
But this time, no player complained about Mr. Murphy's "acting" them without respecting martial ethics.
Because Murphy was holding a treasure box in each hand with his spiritual energy.
The elegant and luxurious weapon box means that in addition to the BOSS drops, they also have additional treasures to pick up.
Who would object to losing too much?
"Although it is very difficult to get a reward from Kudel, I think you deserve it. My warriors, you have once again protected this land and our common cause with your bravery and hands.
"
Murphy placed two treasure chests in front of the players.
He asked Tris to quickly make these two boxes. They didn't have any extra attributes. They were purely beautiful and full of the gorgeous style unique to vampires.
"Accept our gift with open heart. It is a recognition of courage and noble conduct."
Murphy took a step back and made a "please" gesture.
He urged:
"But you have to finish the distribution of the spoils quickly. Scarlet Castle is still under siege! The war is not over yet."
Ps: I made a mistake yesterday when I added more... Now I still owe 25 chapters, not 30. It's okay, otherwise it would be terrible.
