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Chapter 300 The output of the players

Arthur stabbed a goblin in the head with his sword, but this did not stop him from moving. He quickly came up with a big ax to make up for the damage, destroying their bodies as much as possible to stop them as much as possible.

Although the battles between the players were bloody and violent, with occasional bursts of magic, they were nothing compared to the battles on the side.

In the city main hall, Sherlock and Samael were violently fighting each other, falling into the buildings from time to time, making huge noises, and a series of magic circles appeared in the sky, red lasers washed the ground, and a series of

Explosions, and then countless special effects.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Bang!"

It's probably a sound effect similar to this.

"Although I have praised it many times, I still have to give full marks to this special effect."

When Umekawa Kuko came down from the building, he was clean because he had not participated in the battle from the beginning.

Arthur is already covered in blood, but he has not died yet. Many players have already died once, but the airship has flown to Winterfell under the control of Yoda. Players only need to use the airship to

If you resurrect, you can replenish your troops infinitely.

"We can't continue fighting like this, we have to kill the boss! The mobs will definitely keep refreshing!"

Just when Umekawa Kuzi came down, he was holding two daggers and was covered in wounds. There was a big hole in his breastplate. He would definitely need some repairs when he went back. He said excitedly:

"Quick! Let's gather everyone in our guild. Leave the mobs to the individual people and other guilds. Let's go fight the boss!"

"Fighting the boss?" Umekawa Kuzi pressed his burning head and pointed at Sherlock who was punching the opponent in the ruins:

"How do you fight a boss battle like that?"

"What game doesn't have a boss fight where you die dozens of times to clear up wasteland?"

After Burning Chest Hair finished speaking, Arthur nodded:

"Okay, I think what chest hair says makes sense."

When Umekawa Kuzi heard what Arthur said, he didn't refute it and went to call someone.

Although there are many servants of Samael, no matter how many there are, there are no more players than infinite resurrections.

[Pioneer Alliance] The dozens of members of the guild have been withdrawn from the battle, which will not have much impact on the battle at all.

So on the battlefield, a very strange scene occurred.

In the outer circle are more than a thousand players, fighting with Samael's servants who are pouring out from all directions.

Not far away, Shylock was fighting with the immortal Samael in human form.

The guild [Pioneer Alliance] formed by the first test players is currently preparing for the boss station in the outer circle.

Polish weapons, distribute food, play tactics, etc.

The most important thing is the tactical play. In the game "Dungeon", there is always only one way to fight the boss.

Arrange a dozen tanks to resist the boss, and then send all DPS to the back of the boss for remote output. The melee DPS can die generously at any time.

In addition, the tank responsible for resisting monsters has all its armor removed except for its shield.

Hoe He had already stripped himself naked, even throwing his weapons on the ground. He only had a shield in his hand. Yoda standing on the airship not far away was watching in stunned silence, but the players did not

Mind you, as an NPC, I can understand the behavior pattern of being dazed from time to time.

After everything was ready, Hoe He picked up a huge shield as tall as a goblin and shouted with his butt:

"Let's go! I'll go first!"

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The battle between Sherlock and Samael is still going on, but while supporting the player's continuous resurrection of magic power consumption, they also have to deal with Samael's stormy attack.

After growing a bald fleshy wing from his shoulder, Samael's combat prowess simply soared to a new level.

The black engraved spiral spear directly hit Sherlock's body with rotating black magic power.

However, the black spear tip was blocked by a rune shield full of magical power.

The shield suddenly appeared from Shylock's hand, resisting Samael's attack.

"Sherlock, how about you think about my suggestion again? Now hand over Rocky Langkaimi's inheritance, and I will let you go and allow you to become my loyal subordinate. I will completely open the gates of hell in the world, and then I will

To teach those who claim to be..."

Samael opened his mouth full of sharp teeth, opened his scarlet eyes, and was excitedly telling Sherlock his plan.

But before he finished speaking, there was an inaudible sound that broke through the air from behind his head.

Because the power was too weak, Samael even ignored it instinctively.

But he forgot that he was still in a human body.

"stamp"

An arrow pierced Samael's bare fleshy wing with only a few black feathers.

The black liquid that flowed out quickly corroded the arrowhead, and the arrow stick that lost its arrowhead quickly fell down. However, a small hole was inevitably opened on Samael's wings by the bow and arrow.

.

Samael turned around and saw several naked goblins holding shields not far away. There was also a goblin wearing a suit of armor and holding a short bow in his hand. It was obvious that this was the one who shot the bow and arrow just now.

Goblin.

The other naked goblins beside them shouted excitedly:

"That's awesome! Sister Gas!"

"That's awesome! I thought your arrow was going to kill Lao Xia in the head!"

"That's awesome. Sister Vas really works hard every day to practice bow and arrow."

"The rise of archery players begins with Sister Vas."

Everyone boasted, and the goblin who was later called Sister Gas once again raised her short bow, drew the bow and nocked an arrow in front of Samael, and then "swish!"

An arrow flew over, flew past Samael's wings, and missed.

"It's okay, Sister Gas, come back and try your best!"

"I'm coming too!"

"Wocao, don't ejaculate into Lao Xia."

A group of players were chattering, and Samael's anger grew stronger and stronger. Being shot by such low-level, mentally retarded little greenskins, he was about to lose his mind with anger.

But Samael had no chance to crush those players.

While Samael was distracted, Sherlock had already reached out with one hand, grabbed Samael's hair, and then pushed Samael to the ground.

At the same time, he raised another fist and hit Samael on the back of the head.

And those players also shouted and rushed forward, ready to take the opportunity to output.

(ps: I hope you can help me choose a good name for my daughter. She was born in October. My surname is Wang and my wife’s surname is Zheng)

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