As soon as the American team's magician saw the movement, he raced against time to send a message on the team channel. Warlock Joseph Joyce, the team commander, immediately picked up the call and began to inquire about the opponent's specific movements:
Tell the dead: How many people?
Firebolt: Ammunition, Swordsman, Priest, Tactics. Magic is postponed.
Tell the Dead: Sharpshooter?
Firebolt: Forward.
Wasn’t the Chinese team fooled?
Joseph Joyce clicked his tongue. The purpose of sending a sharpshooter to fly solo was to give the Chinese team the illusion that all members of the American team were inside the cave. When the Chinese team pursued the entire team into the cave and an encounter broke out, the Chinese team was ambushing outside.
The American team can attack from the stream, the hall, and the pool at the same time from several directions!
But now... the main force of the Chinese team chooses to climb higher, cross the Tiansheng Bridge, and go straight to the hall...
Joseph Joyce quickly rotates the character's perspective.
The area of the hall is quite wide, from east to west, the longest is 105 bodies, and the width from north to south is 96 bodies.
Now, the horizontal distance between the Thief's Shadow Leap and the Tiansheng Bridge is about 50 bodies; the Guardian Messenger's Wings of Triumph is 70 bodies; and his Warlock's Death, the distance from the Tiansheng Bridge to the bridge at one end of the hall, is about 50 bodies.
A full 85 bodies!
Counting the distance of vertical climb, now that the large group of people set off together, the only ones who had time to block the Chinese team at the bridge were the thieves and the magician.
Tsk.
The tactical director of the Chinese team - according to the information before the game, he should be a priest - is also a master!
Joseph Joyce breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly. Team China, guessing a trap is nothing, there are many means waiting for you behind!
Notice to the dead: Everyone move forward and ambush around the bridge.
Tell the Dead: Lily observes, retreats cautiously, John sets a trap
Call to the Dead: Clay won't move for now
The magician retreated in response, shrank his body, and hid next to the stalagmites behind the bridge. The fighting thief and the boxer received the answers one by one. The boxer stood still and the thief moved forward quickly, preparing to observe the bridge before the Chinese team had time.
, first get into a good position and set up a trap.
While Joseph Joyce was controlling the warlock to tell the dead to run forward, he also set aside one eye to watch the team channel and receive information from his teammates. He also took the time to type crackly and ask how his sharpshooter was doing.
Within a moment, the sharpshooter's reply came from the team channel.
Shatter the Stars: The sharpshooters are coming for me.
Break the stars: one person.
one person?
The warlock couldn't help but smile. Sharpshooter versus sharpshooter, one person, a sharpshooter with a tendency to close combat with gun skills, in such a dim, winding cave with bunkers everywhere, against his own sharpshooter who focuses on long-range sniping?
The sharpshooter of the Chinese team is really confident...
He was typing briskly in the group, his fingers jumping almost as if they were flying.
Tell the dead: Can you do it if you snipe him?
Break the Stars: Yes!
I think it can too.
The smile at the corner of Joseph Joyce's mouth curved slightly, and he no longer paid attention to the sharpshooter, but returned his attention to his eyes. Everything on the screen was normal, the magician's firebolt was well hidden, the thief's shadow jumped and the guardian messenger triumphed
Wings is running fast, and the current situation of the Chinese team reported in the team channel is also based on his prior estimation——
Taking a break from his busy schedule, Joseph Joyce moved his eyes slightly and glanced at the public channel.
——I wonder why the news refreshes so fast!
The warlock was stunned for a moment, scrolling through the public channel, and flipping through several more messages. After taking a closer look, he realized that these chat records, which were endless and he couldn't even read them, were all written by one person...
The sound of rain at night is annoying: Are you afraid? Are you afraid? Are you afraid?
Yeyu Shengfan: Do you think we will fall into a trap if we set it? Let me tell you, it’s impossible! Even our master tactician, not to mention me, can see through such a shallow trap at a glance!
Yeyu Shengfan: What do you want to do next? Are you planning to block us at the bridge? Is that so?
Ye Yushengfan: I can see the tail flame of that Firebolt! Speaking of which, why would a magician be called Firebolt? Isn’t Firebolt the name of a broomstick? Why is the name given to Yinwu used by others?
And the name is not nice at all. Why not call it Nimbus 2000? It would be nice to call it Silver Star, but Silver Star and Extinction Stardust are a bit repetitive...
Yeyu Shengfan: Repeat it again, I believe that Silver Star will definitely not be able to beat Extinction Stardust! It is suppressed from the name! By the way @火 Bolt Arrow, what is the name of your Silver Weapon? I glanced at the information and forgot it.
Wouldn't it just be called Firebolt?
Joseph Joyce:…
What's going on in his head that he wants to see the nagging rain?
The warlock took a breath, and then another. Before he could turn his eyes away, the screen in the public channel area flashed, and another paragraph about the boss appeared:
Yeyu Shengfan: Are you really going to block people at the bridge? I’ll give you a good idea. It’s best to retreat a few positions and wait for us to rush out when we are halfway through. This kind of fighting method is very popular in the Chinese art of war.
It’s called Strike? Its? Half? Cross. How about it? Isn’t it awesome? Do you want to thank me, thank me, thank me!
The corners of Joseph Joyce's eyes twitched fiercely. He retreated slightly, half-surrounded, and focused the fire. This was also an idea he had thought of, but how could he say it to the bothering rain in front of him, so hateful! I just wanted to do that.
Beat this guy to death!
Joseph Joyce flicked the cursor and switched back to the team channel. Gritting his teeth, he repeated the pre-game discipline and almost smashed the keyboard together.
Message to the dead: No one is allowed to pay attention to bothering rain!
Fortunately, he did not delay the operation after reading the message. In the time it took for these few lines to be written, the thief cut an arc along the edge of the hall, hiding himself as much as possible, and had climbed to the vicinity of the stone bridge. There were only a dozen people left from the bridge.
Personality.
The guardian messenger is climbing up the mountain - the hill in the center of the hall is about 40 bodies tall, and the radius is about half of the entire hall. Although there is no need to climb to the top of the mountain, it does not count for the character.
Difficult, the visual effect of the heavy armor is really tiring to look at.
As for the deceased, as a short-legged warlock, he was holding a robe in one hand and a staff in the other, running quickly along the edge of the hall. It didn't matter if he couldn't run, and it didn't matter if he didn't have close combat protection. There were dense caves around the hall.
, there are one to several clusters of stalagmites at the entrance of most caves, and there are literally bunkers everywhere.
Firebolt: The Chinese team is on the bridge!
The demon scholar issued a warning, stood up, and flew upwards on the broomstick. He circled half a circle, dodged a cluster of stalactites, and landed silently above the doorway where the Chinese team entered the hall.
Joseph Joyce followed Miss Lily's warning and raised his character's perspective. As he raised his perspective, his eyes suddenly lit up.
It's a real light... in the physical sense.
The sound of gunfire was deafening. It was getting closer and closer, and in the sound of gunfire that echoed under the dome, a brilliant brilliance suddenly exploded.