The Chinese team’s healer rushed out of the house bunker and began to add blood to his teammates! And at this moment, the teammate closest to him was also 10 bodies away——
"Chance!"
Cha Xiaoxia heard someone shouting next to her. It was in English, and it was undoubtedly a Yankee - what a great opportunity, the cure shows up, alone, without cover...
What do the ten persons mean?
It means a shadow clone of the rogue plus a dash;
It means that after the boxer opens the cloud body, he will make a full impact;
It means a quick dive from the magician, plus lightning jumping at the fingertips;
It means that the warlock... Oh, the warlock and the sharpshooter are further away, almost more than 30 bodies, and they are temporarily out of reach...
Opportunity?
Stanley McCree and Joseph Joyce, the operators of Warlock and Sharpshooter, observed the battle situation through the screen, thinking silently.
The attack of the battle mage cannot be said to be too aggressive. After all, the battle mage has such a crazy energy to fight against the world. That old boy William Jones used his Captain America to charge. He is also the boss of Jesus and his second brother. He dares to meet anyone.
The momentum of rushing upward;
The priest stepped forward to increase blood, or he was forced to have no choice. The Chinese team now only has one melee left. If this fails again, the whole team will collapse immediately; under the attack of two powerful melees, 38% of the blood volume, that is, the points
It’s a matter of minutes;
As for the magic scholar's rush... Calculating the blood volume and the time to add blood, the magic scholar did not deliberately ambush and lure the enemy, but indeed delayed until now to complete the blood replenishment.
However, is there really no trap in this opportunity?
Joseph Joyce was a little suspicious.
The commanding style of Chinese pastors, the commanding style of Chinese pastors...
He racked his brains and tried to recall, but he could only recall an upright attack by one faction. As for showing the enemy weakness, teasing an ambush, using retreat as an advance, and digging holes to bury people, the warlock had no memory at all of these examples.
...No way, the above is not Tyranny's style. As for the World Invitational Tournament, before overtime, Zhang Xinjie directed a game and a half...
The sharpshooter didn't speak. The sharpshooter was the second commander, and he was the unshirkable first commander. Joseph Joyce gritted his teeth. The opportunity was fleeting. The priest finished adding blood and had already started to move to hide in the house, leaving him alone.
The time is running out!
Opportunity?
——This is not the case!
In the U.S. team's box, captain William Jones looked solemn. The two girls, Mad Swordsman and Priest, were next to each other, and they subconsciously clenched each other's hands. The two beautiful faces were as anxious as flowers.
It's almost wilting.
As for the magic swordsman Yael Emerson who was in charge of commanding the past two days, he simply leaned over, sat down, sat down and leaned back again. Looking at him like that, it was as if he was trying to stuff himself into the competition cabin and replace any of his comrades at will.
Like...
In the studio, the guest from Team USA was already stamping his feet anxiously:
"Don't go! - Don't go! The Chinese are luring the enemy! Be careful! There is an ambush!"
Professional players and former professional players have much better observation skills than ordinary viewers. From their point of view, on the small screen from Wang Buliuxing's perspective, a cooling clock with question marks is moving one by one.
The pointer moves forward...
Opportunity?
On the Chinese team's bench, a group of players shook their heads and sighed. Ye Xiu didn't say anything. Fang Rui couldn't wait to knock on the back of Su Mucheng's chair and complain to her:
"That boy Sun Xiang, his acting skills are so bad..."
"...Is it okay?" Su Mucheng cautiously expressed dissent: "After all, the script he got, he just needs to rush forward..."
"You think everyone is you!" Chu Yunxiu leaned up and interjected: "It's not right for you to rush like that. Sun Xiang is just right to rush like this! Besides, you see Zhou Zekai also protected him..."
One shot pierced the clouds and turned into fire.
The US team's magician Wang Jiexi had to deal with Ding against Ding, Team Mao, and Wang Buliuxing even suppressed the Firebolt. Zhou Zekai naturally had his hands free to deal with targets that were more valuable—or more threatening.
The wild fire shattered the frost, and the two guns turned sideways. Blood splattered on the body of the steel body. Even the shadow jump that kept jumping, rolling, and tactically moving was stopped for a moment. Taking advantage of this gap, One Autumn Leaf was able to hurriedly
He retreated backwards, but without turning around, he took three steps and two steps at a time, and rushed towards the foyer that had been used as a bunker.
No more hesitation!
Warlock Joseph Joyce made up his mind. With a flick of the mouse, he moved the cursor to the team channel - being careful not to look at the public channel - and quickly typed the command:
Report to the dead: K to contain, S to kill for treatment
After finishing speaking here, the accuser was already controlled by the other side and jumped out. The guardian messenger rushed ahead of him, wielding a battle ax and leading the way. The accuser hid behind his companions and moved quickly, approaching the center line of the square with his staff.
With one finger, a dark cloud quickly gathered at the entrance of the foyer...
"Another rain of chaos!"
"This skill is used to block movement, what a luxury!"
"It seems that the American team really wants to kill the treatment..."
On the player stand, the players of the Chinese team were whispering and pointing. The two players who were pointed out by the warlock had already moved in response. Their steel bodies rolled on the spot to avoid a cloud-piercing bullet. They lay on the ground and rolled to
Halfway through, his arms lifted up, and energy flowed through his body...
Fang Rui covered his face with a miserable gesture. Song Qiying had a black line on his forehead. Han Wenqing remained motionless. No one could tell what he was thinking, and few people dared to look at his face...
Only classmate Baozi shouted without any sense of nervousness: "Hey, that's a steel frame, right? It's a steel frame, right? Is that guy really a boxer? Not a gangster? The way he rolls all over the floor looks like a gangster.
…”
"Shut up, Baozi!" the landlady shouted unbearably.
Although Classmate Baozi was nonsensical, his vision was still accurate. The boxer did grab a reinforced iron bone, turned over and jumped up, and faced One Autumn Leaf hard. With the blessing of the Overlord Body skill, the steel body withstood the shot.
The bullets that penetrated the clouds were no match for One Autumn Leaf, and even pushed the battle line gradually towards the north.
And after the shadow jumped, moved wildly, rolled, and used the boxing master as a cover, he actually snatched out a shadow clone under the supervision of Cloud Piercer and Dazzling Flowers, and rushed towards Shi Buhuan!
"Don't go-"
The American commentator screamed.
"Run! Run faster! Come on, run!"
Pan Lin and Li Yibo shouted together.
Come here quickly——
Behind the screen, Zhang Xinjie silently watched the approaching thieves and prayed secretly.
Then, Zhang Xinjie heard a soft sound as expected.
Crisp, bright and very distinctive.
Even if the volume is not high, it is almost unnoticed amidst the sound of gunfire and grenade explosions. When it falls on Zhang Xinjie's ears, it is like the sound of nature.