Knowing that he had been discovered, Ding Xiu simply stopped hiding. He could not look down upon someone who could fight with bones and skeletons indistinguishably.
After a brief contact, the gray goblin squad retreated at a faster speed, leaving behind the lifeless bodies of the two gray goblin spearmen lying on the ground.
It turns out there’s a reason no one plays melee!
Ding Xiu rushed after him, but soon he had to retreat. Three wooden arrow towers combined with the long-range attacks of five gray goblin crossbowmen completely suppressed his progress. He can dodge these long-range attacks, but that doesn't mean he can withstand these attacks and rush forward, let alone the attacks from these arrow towers to wipe out the entire Gray Fang tribe.
The arrow tower has an attack range of nearly two hundred meters, which is far beyond the attack range of Chu Xin Lightning Tower. This makes him envious for a while. It would be great if the lightning tower could have this attack range.
Risking long-range attacks and attacking a tribe of hundreds of gray goblins alone, and there may be some inexplicable traps along the way, this deal is not cost-effective, you have to pay more!
Ding Xiu quickly came to a conclusion and simply stood outside the attack range of the arrow tower with his sword and pestle, looking at the gray goblins provocatively.
The situation was somewhat stalemate for a while. Ding Xiu was unwilling to take the risk of attacking, while the gray goblin, who had transformed into a slain fallen demon, was unwilling to take the initiative to attack. The two sides faced each other across the tower.
After waiting for about ten minutes, seeing that he might not be able to fight in a short time, Chu Xin decided to relax and not rush out of the dungeon. Maybe the Gray Fang tribe would show a new trump card.
Yawning and stretching a lot, Chu Xin closed her eyes and did another set of eye exercises to keep fit. She refreshed the copy every day, but she didn't know if she would become short-sighted if she continued like this.
When Chu Xin finished his work and opened his eyes, he saw a scene that shocked him!
"Fuck! (ΩДΩ), Master Ding, what are you going to do!" Chu Xin hurriedly tried to exit the instance, but it was already too late.
Ding (Fruit Swordsman) is now online. Watch out, kid, Ding will show you a unique skill. In Chu Xin's field of vision, Ding Xiu had already waved a brilliant sword towards the big thing flying in mid-air with contempt!
Boom!
What a brilliant sword!
The missile-like thing that flew out from the gray goblin tribe exploded the moment it hit Ding Xiu's long sword. A small mushroom cloud violently engulfed the already stunned Ding Xiu in an instant.
Ding Xiu: I'm so stupid, really. I only knew that goblins have defense towers and can shoot arrows, but I didn't know that they also have missiles!
I have lived for most of my life and have never seen anything. It can be said that I have seen strange people and strange things in the world, which is more than some people have seen in movies. But Ding Xiu had never seen this kind of black weapon.
With one confident stroke, what he cut was not a watermelon, but a bomb. So, he left, peacefully.
What a reckless man! What a reckless man!
Chu Xin stared blankly at the blooming scenery in front of her, not knowing what to say. Just during a period of eye exercises, this kind of thing happened, don't you think it's unlucky!
I opened the panel tremblingly, and in the follower column, phew, Uncle Ding was still lying quietly inside, but he was in a dead state and was waiting for resurrection. He had to wait until the next day before he could be resurrected again.
Chu Xin finally confirmed what he had always wanted to confirm but didn't dare to confirm. When followers die in the game, they will not really die, but will be resurrected with the arrival of a new day.
As long as he was still alive, the time for resurrection was not a problem, and Chu Xin finally let go.
However, those white skeletons cannot be resurrected and are considered to have disappeared forever. They are different from the followers who have projections in the game, but their real bodies have entered the copy.
The difficulty of the Gray Fang Tribe was somewhat beyond Chu Xin's expectations. It had a large and concentrated population, multiple defense towers, and even ultra-long-range strike forces. Such strength is only a one-star copy. Isn't this the legacy of Li Te Niang?
This missile could kill Ding Xiu instantly with one strike!
This dungeon is really difficult to brush. It would be great if you had a few high-star undead at your disposal. They can effectively resist the attacks of arrow towers and goblin crossbowmen. The only things you need to be wary of are the long-range strikes and the BOSS that has not yet appeared.
Ding Xiu died in battle, and the greatest help in clearing the dungeon was gone. Chu Xin had to give up. He was still recovering on Friday, and the golden man was also cutting wheat in the field. For a while, Chu Xin had nothing to do.
Before she could get over the shadow of Master Ding's tragic death, Chu Xin met Ding Xiu who was wandering back from reality. He was chewing a green fruit in his hand. When Chu Xin came out, Ding Xiu raised his hand and threw one over.
This kind of fruit seemed to have never been encountered by Chu Xin during his exploration before, which made him wonder whether Ding Xiu had secretly explored far, far away places without knowing it.
[Qingbulin]: A common wild fruit in the wild, with a sour taste and edible.
After quietly checking the toxicity, and seeing that there was no problem, Chu Xin took a bite with confidence.
hiss!
Chu Xin felt that her teeth were about to become sour. This thing was really sour. Even eating raw lemons couldn't compare to this.
Looking at Ding Xiu, whose expression remained unchanged, Chu Xin murmured in her heart, was this guy really not afraid of being sore or was he just holding back and waiting for himself to be embarrassed?
Facts have proved that Uncle Ding is a ruthless person. He finished the green bulin in his hand in front of Chu Xin as if nothing had happened, and then took out another one from his arms.
Hey hey hey?
Chu Xin discovered something new and magical. Ding Xiu's arms felt like a Doraemon, a bag of fire and fruits. It couldn't be seen at all. It always felt like there was a space bag.
"Sir, I just found a group of short green-skinned monsters near the territory. I chased them but they ran away." Ding Xiu chewed green cloth and mumbled the news that shocked Chu Xin. .
A short green monster?
Could it be that the group of gray goblins touched this place?
"When?" Chu Xin asked eagerly.
"About the moment before they came back, they were very timid and weak. There was no need to be so nervous!"
Chu Xin's sudden nervousness made Ding Xiu a little strange. He felt that it was no problem to pick a group of short people with his own strength.
Chu Xin didn't know how to answer Ding Xiu's doubts. We couldn't say that this was the vanguard of a large tribe. Maybe they would come to attack us.
The gray goblins are not afraid of sending troops to attack Ding Xiu. What they are afraid of is the long-range attack method that appears at the end of the copy. Ding Xiu cannot withstand it. When the time comes, his territory will be razed to the ground!
The late emperor's business was half-finished when the middle road collapsed... Chu Xin didn't want to be such a bitter story o(╥﹏╥)o!
Regardless of whether they are scouts or vanguards, we cannot let them go. We must intercept them. It is best to capture a few alive to find out the information about the Gray Fang tribe!
Chu Xin quickly made a decision in her heart.
