Well, we have seen too many weird events today. The resistance of most evolutionaries has been able to barely maintain a reserved silence. They no longer scream and pick up their chins from their feet and put them back together. A set of actions. The flowing clouds and flowing water throw their bodies to the ground.
Neon Dragon shook his head and was about to get up.
"Pfft~"
The warlock continued to chant "sheep, sheep, sheep". He personally felt that the BGM was quite touching. Small streams of light kept hitting the big white sheep who was completely confused.
This is exactly what the Warlock has boasted about, and it is said to be the zero-level "trick" unique to the Warlock profession - Sheep Transformation.
Ordinary Sheep Transformation: There is a 100% chance of turning the opponent's unit into a kind and lawful pure white sheep. It can only bleat and has no ability to resist. It lasts for three seconds and will be destroyed immediately after being attacked.
Critical Sheep Transformation: There is a 100% chance of turning the opponent's unit into a kind and lawful pure white sheep. It can only bleat and has no ability to resist. It lasts for three days.
All the above data are truly excerpted from the Warlock's narration, and the Warlock himself solemnly declares that the sheep transformation technique does not belong to the transformation system but the curse system. The sheep transformed are only female and not male. The cooldown time of the skill is "full" and "long" for three years. "A lot" of seconds.
The Master Warlock’s explanation of how to deal with the sheep-changing technique is as follows:
"Run, run, run, don't look back."
Of course, transforming into a sheep doesn't have much effect on ordinary awakened people and strange beasts. At most, it will take a while for the gods to get used to it, and it will change back immediately after being hurt - but it is disgusting to be unable to withstand it!
Being changed back and forth so many times, I'm afraid my three views and moral integrity will be shattered, and if it gets a critical hit...
Fortunately, creatures like neon dragons basically have no such thing as self-esteem and will not have a mental breakdown at all.
It just lost itself in the uniform motion of going back and forth between the two states every three seconds, and its brain was a bit out of control:
(Who am I? Where am I? Where the hell am I going? And why does this wall, which is sometimes high and sometimes low, keep hitting me?!)
According to the warlock's definition, Sheep Transformation is not even a skill, it is just a "trick". Everyone sees that Yile has completed his mission, and there is no definition that has anything to do with damage or combat effectiveness.
However, it was just like this that Lin Chou saw the horror of the Sheep Transformation Technique. Since it was not a skill, then the word "defense" was out of the question?
The warlock and the stubborn donkey had already been seriously injured when they had a fight with each other, to the point where he couldn't even bear the little tricks that he never cared about. Don't look at the coquettish one now, wait for him. If the sheep turns out, the big guy below will be able to overturn the city wall immediately!
The sorcerer held the Three Yellows as heavy as he held the Dao of Heaven, and he muttered prayers to the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
"Archimedes, Euclid, Thales, Grothendieck, Mitchell, Bohr... Mr. Sanhuang is here, please give me a critical blow. I can't hold on anymore, ah ah ah! "
Well...
Lin Chou was shocked. These names didn't seem to be drawn in the style of hell or abyss...
Who cares about the evolvers all over the city wall? The cheers are like a wave. Even if this wave is stable, I will not be sorry for myself.
They are not afraid of beasts or death in battle. What they are afraid of is an unknown and meaningless death - for example, dying under a completely unreasonable skill like Neon Dragon. They always feel that they have lost their status and are embarrassed to meet their ancestors. Something like that.
Someone who was quick-thinking was ready to jump down and kill the big guy with a knife. Lin Chou was so frightened that he threw the pot and nailed the guy to the city wall.
"..."
After Lin Chou finished explaining the warlock's sheep-transformation technique and the warlock himself nodded in recognition, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all stopped.
The evolved person who was nailed to the city wall by the pan took it off, put away the pan and returned to the wall, scratching his head and sweating profusely.
If he cuts down with that knife, there will be a blank period of one and a half seconds, which is enough for the neon dragon to react and make everyone solid.
Or is the conductor hiding behind the loudspeaker very thoughtful?
"The Jiang family's auxiliary team, huh? The warlock can't hold on any longer... hurry up and get here..."
"Yes, yes, this is reliable. Buff is refreshed, and the blood will be returned first..."
The warlock's face turned dark.
"What the hell..."
Well, the Holy Light system is used to replace the Demon system, it’s a shame they thought of it!
Lin Chou was very discerning. He picked up the nine buns, jumped up on the city wall, and stuffed one into the warlock's mouth.
"Wouldn't it delay your spellcasting?"
The warlock chewed the bun,
"Emmmm... Actually, this kind of trick doesn't require reading at all. I just think it's more exciting to shout it out!"
Lin Chou rolled her eyes.
"Is it useful?"
The magician said,
"To be honest, it's not very useful... The effect of this thing on mental recovery... is just a drop in the bucket..."
"How long can I hold on?"
"I don't know... I guess it'll be fine for a while... If I don't get a critical hit... I might die here today..."
God, he even dared to think about the 1% chance of letting such a guy hit him?
In short, Lin Chou had already begun to think about stewing crock pot chicken on site, and Sanhuang happened to have the raw materials as well.
The warlock master is a man who plays with souls. One look at Lin Chou's expression and he guessed exactly what he was going to do.
"——Wu Cao, quickly give up your impolite and dangerous ideas!"
Lin Chou:? ? ?
The warlock is anxious;
"you you you..."
At this time, Shan Ye, who was the best translator of the year, popped out,
"Hey Linzi, what Master Warlock means is that if three yellows are stewed, then the question is - take a look at the people on this city wall, who is responsible for the crow?!"
Lin Chou pinched her chin,
"Hmm... those two chickens of yours seem to be pure yellow. Although the color is a bit tender, they are still pure yellow."
The best translator turned around and left in dejection, a chill running down his spine, mmp, something has happened.
...
In Shangcheng District, Liu Renjun stood on the city wall of Shangcheng District that almost belonged to him, looking to the west.
A large number of blood corpses climbed up the city wall like a tide. The array spread out from under the meteorite almost covered the entire upper city. Blood corpses and masked men in black appeared in the array all the time, exuding a disgusting putrid odor. The smelly smoke floated into the air, forming a gloomy cloud of corpse gas.
Four people wearing robes covered with sterling silver patterns sat cross-legged around Liu Renjun, their eyes closed and silent.
If the warlock was present, he would definitely see violent mental fluctuations coming from all directions to the four people. The four people were like spiders arranged in a web, sensing and controlling everything anytime and anywhere.
Suddenly, the bodies of the four people shook,
"Sir, one of our gifts...one of them has lost its spiritual link."
Liu Renjun frowned slightly,
"Are they dead... Sure enough, they still have some confidence, but it doesn't matter, everything is already under our control."
"What..."
Liu Renjun was in deep thoughts and prospects. He couldn't help but lower his head because he didn't hear anything clearly.
"Huh? What did you just say?"
What he saw made Liu Renjun completely stunned.
The four people below fell scattered on the city wall, twitching and shaking, their mouths drooling, their eyes confused and frightened.
"BAA Baa baa..."
"What!!"
A flash of light every few seconds meant that they were still awake, but it was too brief to allow them to convey any useful information.
Liu Renjun's eyes hardened.
The teleportation array below instantly collapsed with a huge gap, flames burst out, everything in the array disappeared, and the teleportation was terminated.
Then, an out-of-control spiritual storm swept across the entire upper city. The large number of blood corpses that had been arranged throughout the upper city and on the city walls according to Liu Renjun's will immediately lost control. The men in black who came with them were the first to be hit, and they were completely defenseless. They were wiped out almost instantly, leaving very few survivors.
Then, the bloody corpse that had regained its true nature sniffed the scent of humans, rampaged all the way, and roared to the sky.
The massacre has begun.
Liu Renjun spurted out blood in one mouthful, and his eyes were filled with tears.
"What...how could..."
