At this time, the monster dragon has rushed into Jinling City along the flood and is confronting thousands of players.
I could see it continuously making deafening roars, twisting its body, rolling up huge waves, destroying houses, pavilions, players... and everything along the way.
And no one tried to stop it.
Facing a level 60 monster dragon BOSS, tanks are of little significance.
Even the best-equipped body-refining cultivator can only withstand two blows at most in front of a crushing BOSS of the same level, and this requires the magical power of body protection to be activated.
The best way to deal with this level of BOSS is to use summons to defeat it.
"That one, from Maoshan, uses the lowest level Bai Mao Zong to block the position! Move, move!"
The player shouting is a monk in yellow, with a sinister face and a fierce look. The game ID is also very suitable for the situation, calling him "I am so cruel".
He is the commander of this battle.
Directing is a hard job.
For a thousand-person BOSS battle like this, everything from player positions to output distribution, to how to move, and how to maximize output results requires command and deployment. While coordinating the overall situation, you also need to protect your own safety and prevent
Being beheaded by the BOSS is actually quite a mental task.
Fortunately... Jinling, as a mortal NPC city, is stationed here with the same guild players called "Yaoyue Alliance".
Although it is not a big guild, it is still much better than the ordinary rabble.
"Monk chants sutras, and uses the [Five Directions Revealing and Protecting Mantra] and [Yangzhi Nectar Mantra]! Damn it! Who is stupid enough to open [Fudo Ming King]? Deduct 100 DKP! Everyone stand together and try to get the monk to bless you as much as possible."
people!"
As we said before, in the game, Buddhist disciples are not very aggressive.
Most of the time it is a BUFF machine.
The monk's various scriptures can improve the attributes of nearby teammates, which are team auxiliary types...ahem, except for [Jinshan Temple].
Thousands of people actually didn't take up much space in the vast Jinling City. Under the command of [I'm so cruel], everyone moved in an orderly manner, gathering together, laughing and joking with each other in various states.
The level 60, ten-foot-tall monster dragon looks indeed ferocious, but if we want to talk about its intimidating power...it's just like that.
In the previous battle in the East China Sea, the players of [Yao Yue League], through tacit cooperation, successfully defeated a patrolling Yaksha general who was also level 60. It was no big deal, as long as you hold on tight, increase your milk, and use all your strength.
, can be done in minutes...
"Be careful, spread out quickly!"
With a scream, he saw that the dragon ignored the white-haired zombie who was frantically testing in front of him.
I saw it raised its head, a trace of ridicule flashed from the corner of its eyes, and suddenly opened its mouth, taking a mouthful of salt soda...I mean, a water sword spurted out.
On the spot, an empty passage was ejected from the center of the group of players.
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Something unexpected happened.
[White-haired stiffness].
The weakest zombie that can be summoned by Maoshan Dao's zombie exorcism technique, its attack, defense, and movement speed are all as weak as a yuppie.
Its only skill is called [Hit]. As the name suggests, hitting people is extremely painful.
It's a taunting skill.
The function of these low-level summons is very simple.
Disposable tank.
No matter how strong the monster dragon is, its attack frequency is fixed. Players can control the attack frequency to let Bai Mao Zheng stabilize his hatred as much as possible before outputting it. Theoretically speaking, it is not that easy to OT.
"No! No! This ghost doesn't take ridicule. He should be able to understand what we say!"
The one who understands human words is of course not the monster dragon, but a certain whale monster who is hiding nearby and observing secretly - Ye Weiming.
The information is not equal, and the human players do not know that the person controlling this monster dragon is not the naive system AI, but a cunning player who has been playing games for many years.
"Switch to the team channel! Damn it, this is crazy!"
The blow that the dragon just made is called [I'll spray you to death with a mouthful of salt soda]... ahem, it's called [breath]. It is a natural magical power and a conventional output method for all dragon creatures. The cooldown time is not long, and it can be used as a conventional attack method.
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The key is... this thing still has penetrating damage and can directly attack all units in a line.
Fortunately... [I am old and ruthless] is also a senior conductor. He reacted and responded almost instantly.
"Free attack! Free attack!"
"Everyone spread out! Keep 8 yards apart from each other!"
"Don't be greedy for output, move and fight, everyone moves clockwise!"
Gathered together, they are living targets.
Bai Maozheng's taunting doesn't work, so he can only fly the kite as much as possible.
[I'm so cruel] He remained calm in the face of danger. Under his command, the players quickly changed their formations and dispersed.
The monk recited Buddhist sutras while running;
The Taoist priest throws charms as he runs;
The swordsman commanded the flying sword while running;
The bastard was running and shouting "come on"... ahem, this is not it.
On the battlefield, everyone used all their methods, running around in Jinling City while trying to reduce the blood volume of the monster dragon as much as possible.
The only one who stood still was the conductor [I am so cruel].
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
[I’m so cruel] Suddenly there was a huge suction force behind him, pulling him back quickly. At the same time, a huge iron anchor fell heavily on the shiny bald head!
"Hahaha! Suffer death!"
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Whale monster, a powerful monster.
This group is famous for their brute strength, and every blow has the power to crack monuments and crack rocks.
In the general image, this kind of character is mostly a fool who likes to be tough and aggressive. He has a wide range of moves and likes to confront others head-on.
Ye Weiming felt that... he needed to revise people's stereotypes.
Why can't a power character be an old silver coin?
Until now, everything that happened on the battlefield was within Ye Weiming's expectation.
The dragon attacks Jinling, and the players fight bravely to stop it - the final result is that everyone will focus on the level 60 BOSS, the dragon.
And he took the opportunity to sneak into Jinling City.
Kill all players? This is not the goal.
The mission given by the Dragon King is to wreak havoc in Jinling City. It is best to cause panic. Players can be resurrected infinitely... and killing them has nothing to do with the mission and is not cost-effective.
All he needs to do is to let the players be a little more chaotic and not get in the way.
At least let the monster dragon live longer.
That's all.
As soon as the battle began, he directed the actions of the monster dragon while observing in secret.
This group of players in Jinling City cooperated tacitly and obviously belonged to the same organization, and all the orders for the entire battle were issued by this little bald man in yellow clothes.
Kill him, then go straight to the mass grave and block the cemetery.
He looked carefully and found that this little bald man's level was only level 21. With the strength of the whale demon, if nothing unexpected happened... he could hit it three times at most.
Must die.
[Whale Swallowing], this is the whale demon’s innate magical power.
It has only one effect, which is to pull nearby units towards you.
Under the pull of [Whale Swallow], I was so unsteady that I couldn't help but retreat, and then I saw the huge anchor crashing down on my head!
"-13992! Level crushing! Critical hit!"
In the astonished eyes of the little bald head, there was a loud "dong" sound, and the blood bar on his head fell instantly like a landslide, almost reaching the bottom. However, the next second, another one jumped out on his forehead.
Huge, green numbers representing recovery.
"+13992!"
Back and forth, the blood streaks remained untouched.