After all, it's just a projection. Orac's attack mode is quite simple. He uses the pair of green and yellow fangs protruding from the upper jaw to bite fiercely, and occasionally sweeps with the pair of steel claws in front. It is a completely physical attack type. As long as you can tolerate its terrifying appearance, the monster is basically not difficult to deal with. Its head and limbs are very hard and feel less comfortable to fight, but its soft abdomen is its weak point. If you attack there, it is generally more difficult to deal with it. Easily deal higher attack damage.
As for the combination of Orak and the Dark Demon, it is not considered powerful, so this four-person adventure combination is completely at ease. The only thing that needs to be paid attention to is to prevent Orak from escaping, and the other side retreats and casts the net. The running method is still quite troublesome.
After carefully observing the battle of these four adventurers, my eyes suddenly lit up. Although it was only a small-scale battle and the strength of these four people could not be truly seen, the level they had shown so far was already impressive. It's refreshing. How should I put it? It can be described as very ---- lustful...
The knight's playing style is relatively standard. After all, as the shield of the team, if he becomes active, the team will be in trouble. However, his well-timed blocks and heavy attacks are also impressive.
The short assassin was lurking in the monster group. If I hadn't been sharp-eyed, I might have thought that there were only three people in the team. I saw a black phantom moving rapidly among the monster group, touching and touching whenever I saw something strange. He left as soon as he was done, and he seemed to have a special liking for Okla's red and pricked anus. The smile on his face made people feel chills, it was extremely vulgar.
The middle-aged male wizard wearing blue hard leather armor and a solemn look on his face, if I saw him on a daily basis, I would definitely think that he was the kind of person who abides by etiquette that is commonly seen. A knowledgeable mage adventurer, but the style he displays in battle is really annoying.
Why do you say that? It's clear just by looking at the way he moves. Look at his steps, which look like a drunken fist, or a snake. It's like stepping on seven stars, or two steps forward and three steps back. Mimicking Lingbo's slight steps, the movement seemed very slow, but it gave people an erratic and uncaptured feeling as the messy figure approached casually. Then it suddenly stopped at a distance that made the monster feel unbearable. Suddenly, a Frost Nova burst out, and then it was twisting its butt. Yes, it was twisting. Although the movement was very slight, how could it escape from my equipment + The lighting attribute can be regarded as a master's magic eye with a sharp gaze.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with his positioning, for a profession like a mage with low sensitivity and low blood pressure. Without learning to teleport, no, even after learning to teleport. Movement is also their second life. A mage who cannot move will never survive the experience.
But the lustful aura that this mage inadvertently exudes when he moves, coupled with the serious expression on his face, makes people speechless. It simply completely subverted the image of the mage in my mind. Even the old man Farah's performance was a bit rogue at best. It's far from the level of lewdness (I guess Farah is also a promiscuous person, she seems to be just embarrassed to show it in front of her juniors).
As for the remaining barbarian, I have to praise him fiercely. He was fierce, really fierce. The two sabers in his hands were swung so fiercely that the "whirring" sound of the wind even made me watch in the distance. Hearing this made him feel frightened. He really didn't know where the courage of the monster standing in front of it came from.
He didn't seem to care about the attacks of Dark Demon and Orac at all. He was like a fighting madman. His two sabers were scraping as fast as fans. It seemed that he was like a human tank. He moved the meat grinder, and wherever he went, he suddenly Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the weak Dark Demon couldn't withstand his rubbing. Orak's hard limbs were about to break in front of the storm he blew up. He occasionally raised his head and let out a thunderous roar. It was barbaric. A person's level 2 skill - Screaming. The first level can increase the defense of yourself and your teammates by 100, which is more terrifying than the resistance aura of the Paladin. The only flaw is that the duration is a little short.
But it's no wonder that he completely gave up his defense and shouted for a defense bonus of at least 100. With the defense bonus of at least 70 for the Paladin, it would not be a problem even if a mage could get on top of him, not to mention a savage who is known for his rough skin and rough flesh. Where are people? Letting these four people deal with these monsters is really overkill.
Looking at the barbarian's war-god posture, I was also envious of the refreshing visual pleasure brought by the flesh-and-blood combat. Indeed, among the seven major professions, no one dares to face-to-face with the barbarian in hand-to-hand combat. They seem to be born for Born for fighting, as long as there is a barbarian in the team, there is absolutely no need to worry about physical attack output. It can even replace the paladin as a blood shield. Especially after reaching advanced levels, the defense is not inferior to the paladin, and the speed is not inferior to that of the paladin. Assassin, endurance is the most dominant among the seven major professions. They seem to use tireless fighting machines to compete with a barbarian for endurance. This is recognized as the most stupid behavior.
Of course, this does not mean that the barbarian profession is the strongest among the seven major professions. Compared with the advantages that no one can match, their shortcomings are also very obvious, and that is magic. Yes, magic is their only weakness. One of the fatal weaknesses.
First, they have low magic resistance. For example, if the enemy is an ordinary skeleton mage who can emit fire bombs, the wizard with the highest magic resistance among the seven major professions only needs 15 points of fire resistance to resist its fire bomb attack. Druid needs about 20, while the lowest barbarian needs 30.
Second, there is also a lack of magic attack methods corresponding to magic resistance. The barbarian's combat skills, the ultimate skill that can only be mastered at level 60 - the berserker, only come with magic attacks, and the hit rate is pitifully low. Therefore, barbarians will be greatly reduced in efficiency when dealing with monsters with high physical defense and low magic defense... As I recalled the advantages and disadvantages of barbarians mentioned in Kane's book, the battlefield on the opposite side gradually entered. At the end, first of all, the fragile dark demons were almost wiped out by the assassins who shuttled among them, and the barbarians who were rampaging like heavy tanks. At this time, there were only four solitary Okla left in danger. over there.
These four Okla have obviously noticed that the situation is not good. They seemed to be planning to run away. The green liquid in their strange compound eyes was swirling around, and their limbs were tightened together like crabs. Having had several experiences, I immediately saw that this was a sign before they escaped. .
I saw them suddenly retreating, and their speed was not much slower than moving forward, and their fiery red buttocks were shaking. It seemed like something shot out from inside.
And at this moment, an accident happened. It was the asshole assassin with a sly smile on his face. He seemed to still be recalling the pleasure of the bayonet in his hand being stabbed into the soft belly. The Orkla whose anus was exploded by him suddenly spit out a spider web from it, and suddenly, the whole body was in a state of shock. A colorless spider web came down from the top of his head, covering him tightly. The stickiness of the spider web made him unable to move due to the restraint, and he fell to the ground like a big squirming insect with a huffing sound during the struggle.
Okra, who was spinning silk, did not expect such an unexpected harvest. He did not expect that the spider web that he had always used to escape would happen to catch the prey. At this moment, the spider's instinct made it burn - how difficult it was. Ah, I am probably the only Okla in the clan who uses spider silk to catch prey. No, after taking him there, we will see who dares to say that the spider silk of the Okla clan can only be used to escape.
It continued to spin the web on the ground, but a steel claw picked up the assassin who was trapped in the spider silk. It seems that he plans to drag it back to his lair.
The sudden incident shocked the other three people. Seeing the depressed look on the assassin who was being lifted up like a piece of pork by Okla, smiles suddenly broke out on the three people's faces. Especially the Paladin laughed the worst.
Of course, it doesn't mean that they ignore the lives of their companions, but they know that although the Okla spider silk is very sticky and cannot be broken away with the strength of the assassin, this stickiness disappears very quickly. It probably wouldn't take him half a minute to break free from the net. That's why the three of them looked like they were just watching the excitement. This kind of embarrassing event, which is rare in a century, must not be missed.
The assassin's short figure gradually became smaller as Okla left. Only after they had laughed enough did the three of them decide that it was time to "rescue" this poor companion. If they had waited until he struggled away with his own strength, half of the humor in this embarrassing incident would have been lost.
"Hockleaf, I'll give this favor to you. I...I'm about to die."
The middle-aged mage was holding the wall with one hand, his shoulders shaking constantly, but his face could still maintain a serious look, except that his cheeks kept twitching, which looked a bit weird. I suddenly sighed after watching Absolutely, he is indeed a coquettish type of person.
The Horclef in the mage's mouth seemed to be the barbarian. Facing the invisible and colorless sticky spider webs on the ground, he took a big sip, and his strong body suddenly jumped up like a cannonball. The originally heavy body was in the air. As light and agile as a gliding white crane, he moved forward for almost ten meters before slowing down. If it were not restricted by the height of the tomb, he might be able to jump higher and further.
"drink"
The slightly slower barbarian roared again. His toes did not touch the ground, but he tilted his body and pointed on the wall. With a "bang", a small hole suddenly opened in the hard granite wall, and he He also used this power to jump out again, and his figure was already close to the four fleeing Okla.
Amazing! !
I was dumbfounded as I stared at the black figure leaping like a roc spreading its wings. Is this the barbarian's second-level skill "Jump"? It’s so BT. I didn’t expect that tall barbarians could use this skill to reach the level of martial arts masters that only appear in novels. Combined with their terrifying melee capabilities, the title of barbarians is the best in melee combat. Well deserved.
Three jumps, only three jumps, the barbarian caught up with Okla who had fled twenty meters away, and the last jump landed right in the middle of them.
"Bang----"
When this scene appeared, my mind immediately thought of the Tauren's War Trampling in Warcraft. The whole tomb seemed to shake three times, making me wonder if he would directly penetrate the ground and fall into the third layer. , if this is the case, everyone will be happy.
It's a pity that the tomb is still better than I imagined. After being so damaged, it still shook the tenacious body and unloaded the strength of the barbarians. Instead, there were four poor Orkla, who suddenly had a headache under the strong trampling. He was dizzy, his body staggered like a drunken crab, and he could hardly even stand still.
"Hey, boss, how much does this pork belly cost per pound?"
The barbarian took advantage of this opportunity and gently swung the dagger in his hand on the filament between Okla's steel claw and the assassin. Then he grabbed the cut filament and looked at the assassin hanging in his hand. He said with a grin.
"Can a poor guy like you afford it? You look like a bear and you still want to eat meat? I think the most you can do is cut some on the corpse." The assassin retorted with a roll of his eyes, feeling that the spider silk on his body was slowly getting better. After he relaxed, he struggled hard twice and finally freed his hands and feet.
"It's really embarrassing this time."
The assassin cursed and tore at the spider threads that were still stuck to his body. However, although the stickiness of these spider threads had decreased, it would be impossible to process them for a while. He immediately stared at the four spiders that were about to escape quietly with blazing eyes. Okla.
"I'm going to pop your asshole."
The assassin rushed towards the Orkla like crazy, aimed the wrist blade in his hand at the target, and stabbed in hard.
"Hmm----" Okla, who was busy escaping for his life and exposed his buttocks, suddenly let out a scream, and even the several grown men behind him touched his buttocks with lingering fear.
"Go to hell..."
At this moment, the assassin was like a maniac with an anus-exploding maniac. The cold bayonet stabbed the same part of Okla repeatedly, with a determination that he would not be a human being until his anus was exploded.
The assassin pretending to be crazy also aroused the blood of the barbarian. He laughed wildly, and immediately waved the saber in his hand, killing the other three Okla like a sickle.
"唧----"
The glory of the Okla clan, the only one to successfully capture prey with spider silk, the Okla was finally defeated by the assassin's explosive attack. It let out a sharp cry that was unclear whether it was mourning or relief, and its entire soft belly suddenly exploded. When it opened, the disgusting white liquid was all over the floor.
"Hockleaf, you bastard, one of them is going to run away."
The assassin ignored the disgusting liquid all over his body and pointed at an Orkla that was fleeing quickly and shouted loudly.
"Okay, I'll leave this to you."
The hot-blooded barbarian roared, throwing down the scarred Okra in front of him, and exerting force on his feet, the whole body suddenly rose into the sky...
