How to delve into the hatred mechanism in the game?
If the Boss is treated as a normal intelligent "person", it seems impossible to explain why they keep grabbing one person and beating them, regardless of treatment or anything else.
"Que Yin" is naturally trying its best to explain this matter. In addition to the fact that the target of hatred cannot remain unchanged for a long time, the essence of all skills that increase hatred is the fluctuation of spiritual power.
Skills are spells, and hate spells are a way to falsely expand spiritual power fluctuations and make NPCs misjudge the threat of this skill.
The perception of spiritual power fluctuations is almost as instinctive as breathing for most people with spiritual roots in this world.
But Unit 1, who became a monk halfway through, was not.
What is the fluctuation of spiritual power?
Just kill the healer and DPS first!
Those who are wearing heavy armor can stand back a little, but those who are thieves and use daggers, holding a book or a stick or something in their hands should be buried quickly.
After the early stage of the game, most players will react like the Simeng players at this moment. The Iron Triangle is no longer feasible.
"I can't hold it back, I can't hold it back!"
The heavily armored tank waved its flail and looked desperately at Han Dongwen flying through the formation with a steel gun in his hand.
"Damn it, this can only be a kite!"
A West Asian player gritted his teeth and reasoned, throwing the gun sword in his hand to his side and running in the opposite direction.
"Chase him!"
Han Dongwen shouted and pointed his finger in the direction in which the player rushed out.
He was very familiar with this trick. When it came to the use of prayer beacons, the one used by Unit 1 was much better than this.
A petite body with white hair rushed out from behind him, wielding a huge hammer that was not commensurate with his size.
"Damn, there are still players causing trouble!"
In a battlefield where PVP and PVE are mixed, only those who survive are qualified to activate monsters!
Fortunately, the current West Asian players have developed some skills to deal with PVP since their last defeat in the five cities.
The gun sword in another direction lit up, and the West Asian player showed a disdainful smile at Tang Xiaobei who was rushing in front of him, raised his knee and pushed it hard against her stomach.
dizziness!
With his other hand, he took out a second gun sword from behind his back and stabbed Tang Xiaobei with several puffs.
Fortunately, Tang Xiaobei's extra point was already on the meaty side, and the relatively dense health bar suddenly dropped by a third, which was still acceptable.
"What a fucking brat!"
Tang Xiaobei shouted angrily outside the game.
When the dizziness time was approaching, the West Asian player smiled wildly, and his whole body lit up with pale runes.
Prayer beacon!
His figure quickly dissipated and appeared in the position of the first gun sword.
This is the escape route that only West Asian players have!
However, the second he landed, Han Dongwen, dressed in the white robe of the Hanying Sect, appeared in front of him like a ghost.
The steel gun stabbed out and hit the chest!
The blood bar suddenly dropped, as if the gun was stabbed in the aorta, and the player gritted his teeth and retreated. This was considered a bonus for the player's dull pain perception.
"Hurry and fuck me, how can this thing still hurt like this if it doesn't take ridicule?!"
he shouted anxiously.
"Can you have a better attitude?"
Behind him, a player character with a beautiful and attractive appearance said angrily. She looks like a nun, and wearing cloth armor, she looks like a logistics character.
"Baby, milk me quickly!"
The former could only say with a dark face, and took out two blunderbuss swords in his hand again.
"That's right, can you just talk nicely? Then I won't..."
The nun player nodded with satisfaction, and a scripture book in her hand rose automatically without wind, a pale light flashing with runes.
However, before she could finish her words, a dagger suddenly appeared on her white neck.
"Whose milk is it for, sister?"
A dark voice came.
At some point, behind the nun stood Chen Fengjiu, who was holding a pair of daggers.
With a pop, his throat was cut with a knife.
Then the other hand that had been dusted for a long time made a knife trick, and suddenly hit the nun's waist with the handle of the dagger.
dizziness!
The second stabbing of the knife was clearly a violent blow with poison and a good buff.
The nun looked around confusedly, and after Dusty had succeeded for a long time, a purple-red pink mist lit up under her body, and her figure dissipated in it.
"Die. If there is a next time, think carefully about who you should follow."
Han Dongwen looked awe-inspiring. The steel gun in his hand swept away the blunderbuss thrown by the player in front of him. He picked him up with a pop and turned into a white light.
"Damn... where is the leader... what are you doing..."
Before the player died, he reluctantly stretched his hand into the air.
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"Aren't your princesses...all...the emperor's playthings?"
In mid-air, fine beads of sweat broke out on Nancy's forehead.
The light screen was broken, but the pressure from Duan Qingzhu in front of her still existed invisible.
The fight between the two of them is almost static, relying entirely on Nancy's spiritual power and Duan Qingzhu's "orders" to compete.
After hearing Nancy's words, Duan Qingzhu's fat face smiled rarely:
"Who knows, maybe being the princess of Simeng will be more interesting than you think?"
"interesting?"
Nancy gritted her teeth and smiled, her expression no longer showing the compassion she had when watching the "live broadcast".
"Forget it, you fat pig is nothing more than an emperor's chess piece. What do the Simeng people say, a pawn?"
Her hand moved to her waist and drew out a sword decorated with ornate gems.
"Are you not a pawn of that bad old man?"
Duan Qingzhu chuckled and pointed his sausage-like finger in the direction of Gascon: "At least the emperor of Simeng is quite obedient and pleasing to the eye sometimes."
Nancy raised her silver sword, made a cross in front of her twice and rushed towards Duan Qingzhu.
"Disperse!"
Duan Qingzhu's stomach bumped, and as soon as he drank, the cross sword light choked in front of him and suddenly turned into pieces.
It was just a test, so Nancy still looked at the fat man in front of her cautiously.
"How about you just shut your mouth and let Nancy kill you?"
She suddenly smiled sweetly and winked at Duan Qingzhu.
Unexpectedly, Duan Qingzhu didn't even waver for a second. He only smiled and said:
"I don't like your words, so I won't obey your order."
Nancy bit her lower lip: "Our chaste captain Hannah is actually powerless against your black-robed captain. I guess the men in Simeng are probably not men!"
Duan Qingzhu raised his hand and touched his chin: "Well...it's a pity that the Yihong Building has been built all over the country, and His Highness personally allocated the funds."
That’s all.
Nancy let out a long sigh, half-danced the silver sword in her hand, and then stood in front of her.
"With patience as the carrier, my Lord, come, my Lord."
"He who is slow to anger is better than a mighty man. He who subdues his spirit is better than a city."
The storm shook, and Nancy's body suddenly lit up with a scarlet light.
As if coincidentally, on the major battlefields visible to the naked eye, the bodies of the remaining knight captains suddenly glowed red.
The oracles were triggered one after another, with one exception.
Tilda looked at Gascón coldly, and after a while, she moved her gaze to the holy throne protected behind Gascón.
"So, with this child, you can become so much stronger. No wonder you risked everything for me back then."
Gascon Hoho smiled and spread his hands: "You are very good, you are very good, but now that the Lord of God has arrived, it is enough for the church to have this Son!"
Tilda sighed.
“The Lord has never abandoned me, but you have strayed from the right path.”
"The false god you created with your blood-stained hands is the greatest betrayal to her."
In the strong wind, the ice spear condensed.
The next second, the giant spear containing majestic magic power was thrown out like a bullet, suddenly stabbing Bota who was sitting on the holy throne.
