The name Ariste is almost an unknown name in the ears of players, even the surname Bootle is the same - even after playing in the free world for nearly a year and walking most of it In mainland China, veteran players who know a lot about celebrities and interesting things in this game may have never heard of this surname.
It's just more famous here in the battlefield dungeon.
Except for Duan Qing, the faces of everyone present darkened after hearing this name. The original movement of Qicai Lingguang also paused, and then he grabbed Konoha Tornado's arm and asked: "Butel? Are you sure he is from the Butel family?"
"In order to confirm, I even got closer and listened a few times to what the little monsters called him." Konoha Whirlwind frowned: "Because..."
"That guy... held a blood-red long knife in his hand."
"That's right...damn it."
Qicai Lingguang punched the ground: "Now... we don't even have the 1% chance."
"What are you talking about?" Duan Qing on the side saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly asked: "What does 1% mean?"
"Certainly the odds of us passing."
After taking a look at the surrounding scene, Qicai Lingguang's voice became deeper: "Sixty percent of the team that passed this line died on the way just now, and the remaining 40%...all fell in front of the next boss. Because even if we can break through the encirclement and interception of the bunch of soldiers on this wide battlefield, our team will probably still have to reduce its personnel. If the output is not enough, the chance of defeating the next leader... is less than 1%."
"I originally wanted to try this 1%, but I didn't expect..." He looked at Duan Qing and did not say the next words for a long time.
"team leader……"
Amid Qian Zhihe's low voice, Duan Qing was the first to laugh and said: "Stop making trouble, captain, you confidently brought us here to fight on the F line. Apart from me, you...and your teammates, They are all veterans of the battlefield dungeon."
"I don't believe you haven't figured out a way...how to get over this hurdle."
"The solution...of course I have thought of it."
Colorful Lingguang's slightly absent-minded gaze slowly moved to Duan Qing: "When I saw the weapons and equipment behind you, I thought you were a player who focused on attack, so I chose a wild man with high output, and planned to come up. Fight for a shot, if you can't get past it, then be reckless, if you can't, forget it..."
"It turns out that this second child is a BOSS that cannot be beaten... ha." Qingtian on the side also said with a wry smile: "Why did we meet him?"
"If you want to complain, you can only blame us for our bad luck." After murmuring these words, Qicai Lingguang got up from the ground: "Okay, everyone did a good job today. Let's find a way to go back first and come back another day. Let's see if there will be a replacement over there..."
"This trip was not bad. I also harvested a few things, as well as a pair of daggers of epic quality... By the way, that boy, remember to share some gold coins with us later."
"These are nothing, the key is to experiment with the feasibility of a style of play..."
"Hello!"
Just when Qicai Lingguang and Qingtian were talking to themselves, Duan Qing, who looked confused, finally stopped the two of them: "You...are you just planning to go back?"
"What if I don't go back? I can't beat you again and again..."
"No, I haven't tried it yet, why did you give up?"
Qicai Lingguang turned around and saw the man shouldering his big sword: "It's hard to come here once, but to go back like this...isn't it a bit inappropriate?"
The afternoon sun shone on Duan Qing's body, making his white novice uniform more conspicuous. However, the focus of Qicai Lingguang's gaze was not entirely on him, because the young man in black clothes behind him also slowly stood up.
"Retreating when faced with difficulties... is not what a warrior does." His eyes became sharp: "It's not my style either."
"Hey, you two..."
Colorful Spiritual Light shook her head and sighed, then turned to the only red-haired girl present who was still sitting on the grass: "What about you, Xiao Qian?"
"me……"
Holding the white staff tightly in his arms, Qian Zhihe's eyes kept evading: "I don't know..."
"Well, this kind of question may be a bit difficult for you, but I still hope..."
"that……"
In the sudden raised voice, Qianzhihe retracted his gaze, then gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground: "I think it's better to give it a try..."
"...Aren't you afraid of death?"
"...I'm not afraid." Looking at Duan Qing's smiling face again, Qianzhihe's voice became more determined: "And...I am a magician."
"If we are fighting Bootle, I should be... very useful, right?"
"What you said does seem to make sense."
Withdrawing his observation gaze, Qicai Lingguang nodded and walked back: "Since you said so, we grown men... of course can't just run away."
The girl showed a smile, then nodded confidently, the breeze blowing her red hair, and then followed her bouncing steps to Duan Qing's side. She reached out and pressed her long hair, but Duan Qing's voice rang in her ears: "Okay, okay, since everyone agrees, let's quickly introduce the BOSS information. Seeing that you have been blowing it for so long, it's okay. I don’t know what’s so great about it…”
"Speaking of it...it's actually very simple."
The five people who reunited hid behind a few big rocks again: "The reason why Buter, the BOSS of this series, cannot be besieged is mainly because of one of his characteristics...or skills."
"That thing... seems to be called bloodthirsty frenzy, right?" Qicai Lingguang recalled: "If the health of someone in our team drops to a certain level, that guy will activate that skill and then lock on that target. Chase.”
He made a hand-knife gesture: "Then...that person is basically dead."
"You won't change targets in the middle? You won't lose other skills?" Duan Qing's eyes immediately lit up.
"I know what you want to say." Qicai Lingguang shook his head and said: "He will destroy everything in the way, so methods such as blocking positions are useless. Besides..."
"You have never seen the BOSS look like after he went crazy... His power is probably incredible."
"The Bootle family is also a relatively famous family in the empire. Their people will go to the battlefield for generations, and then... use bloody numbers to make meritorious deeds." Qingtian, who once again took on the task of popularizing knowledge, explained: "So, they Their enemies also gave them a nickname, called the Butcher Family."
"It fits the characteristics of this BOSS very well." Qicai Lingguang continued: "His blood-red sword is also the symbol of the leader of their series."
"Have you... ever met him?" Duan Qing asked.
"I haven't met him before, but I have seen him once." Qicai Lingguang pointed at Qingtian: "That happened when our team was not established yet, and I was still a savage. At that time, the team... was also destroyed miserably. "
"It's been so long and you still haven't figured out any restrained tactics?"
"The only way is not to get hurt."
As if speaking these words with all his strength, Qicai Lingguang took a deep breath: "Don't let him go crazy! Everyone in the team should not lose too much health, well... about 50% About it, it can’t go any lower.”
"It is rumored... that all the skills of that guy are range skills, so it is very difficult to remain uninjured during the siege." Qingtian continued: "There is no healing profession in this game... magic potion It’s also very expensive, and the action and stiffness of taking the medicine are also very high…”
"So, we have to do it one by one." Qicai Lingguang concluded: "Two at most...except Xiao Qian, of course."
Amid the girl's triumphant laughter, Duan Qing's sword danced back and forth in the air: "It doesn't sound very difficult, as long as it doesn't lose blood..."
"To put it lightly, there is no way you can fight the BOSS without losing blood." Qingtian sneered: "That guy is a famous lunatic. He doesn't even risk his life during the fight, and... the battle venue is still at the Cape."
"cape?"
"You will know after paying attention to your adventurer's notes." Qicai Lingguang explained: "As you can see, this place has been a prairie since a long time ago. People who come and go have seen it a lot, and they also like to call this prairie Sea of grass.”
"So there is a cape?" Duan Qing asked: "Is there anything special?"
"That's the entrance to the other side of Falon Mountain." Qicai Lingguang said, "It's also a key guarded area on the empire's side, the close intersection of the hills, and the only place where Line F must pass."
"That's a node. Once you pass that point, you're deep into the enemy's territory."
"No matter which general is guarding the place, every team that comes over will receive a double treatment without exception. On one side is a grand welcome from the BOSS, and on the other side is reinforcements from around Caohai." Qingtian He whispered: "At least it's the rain of arrows on the mountain. If it drags on for a long time, it is said that reinforcements will rush over from all directions."
"We didn't clear out the mobs in front of us before, so we couldn't guarantee that they would hear the noise and turn around to rescue them." Colorful Lingguang looked at the direction in which they came, which was also the direction in which the pursuers ran before: "These things that are owed will all be returned to us in one go."
"That's why you want...a quick victory?"
"Yes." Qicai Lingguang said with a wry smile: "But...it happened to be that Bootle."
"Hmm...does he have any other skills? Or other threats..."
"They are all 360-degree versions of simple melee moves..." Qicai Lingguang concluded with a big breath: "As for other threats... haha."
"No player here in the Principality has seen what the Cape is like."
"Well..." Duan Qing lowered his head and muttered for a while: "It does sound very difficult."
"If you are afraid, it is too late to turn back now."
It was not Colorful Emmanuel who said this, but the young man in black. He straightened his short hair and then walked to the front of the team: "I must try my best."
"Now that we've made a decision, let's go together." Before Duan Qing could shake his head in reply, Qicai Lingguang also stood up: "I guess Brother Mo... won't back down either."
He was answered with an indifferent smile.
"That's good." The leader of the temporary team clapped his hands, walked out of the rock range with the others, and walked down the mountain to the west: "Let us see the most difficult part of this dungeon. .”
"The big deal...isn't it just a loss of life?"
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The name of the cape is exactly as it was given by the aborigines, located at the end of this grassland. Looking from a distance, in addition to the rugged roads behind, the shadowy woods, and the ruins of villages that had just been razed by the war, some figures belonging to the imperial troops could be found - under the plains with no cover, All the fields of view became extremely wide. What Duan Qing and others could not see, except for the details in the ruins and woods, the only thing left was the Faron Hill on their right.
Therefore, several people could clearly see the appearance of the leader sitting at the intersection in front of them.
The Butcher that players talk about looks no different from an ordinary warrior from the outside. Black armor covers his whole body, and a black iron helmet also completely hides his face. Underneath the straight legs, there are also rather ferocious-looking black iron boots. The whole look leaves an impression that is probably heavy in addition to being chilling. At this time, he was sitting next to the intersection leading to the mountain, under the small cliff formed by the height difference. He seemed to be doing nothing. From time to time, patrolling troops passed by this place, and then came out in a queue. With the captain and his report, he let them pass one by one.
"He is still very dedicated." Duan Qing whistled: "And he looks very arrogant."
"This guy will definitely not run away, and he will definitely not ask for help." Qicai Lingguang withdrew his gaze: "With his strength, it will be better if we are not the ones asking for help... How about it, have you calculated it? "
"There are three troops patrolling here, each with about fifty people. They are no match for us." Qingtian whispered: "The time interval for passing the troops is about...five minutes, but now there should be ten No one has come in minutes... Huh?"
The few people hiding in the shadows hurriedly lowered their bodies because another patrol coming down from the mountain had just passed in front of them.
"Ten minutes... why?"
"Because there is a team missing."
Duan Qing said lazily: "The three groups of people before were marching west, south and up the mountain along this intersection, but there were no people heading east. Now the people who went up the mountain have fallen back..."
"You mean..." Qianzhihe said quietly: "The patrol team on the east side is not here? Where have they gone?"
"Where else can you go? Just follow me."
Duan Qing replied with a smile: "They are probably still galloping on the vast prairie now, so...the interval between them is ten minutes, and after this group of people leaves, the next ones to return should be The troops to the east..."
"So we have another ten minutes?" Qianzhihe asked in surprise: "That Butel didn't notice it?"
"Maybe he noticed it, but didn't care." Qingtian added: "According to his character, maybe he is still waiting for us to come to our door."
"In any case, the reinforcements' arrival took five minutes longer than before. This... is good news after all."
Tightening the short blade in his hand, Qicai Lingguang whispered: "We theoretically have ten minutes to kill him, which is already plenty of time."
"You have no objection to the order just mentioned...right?"
Seeing the rest of the people shaking their heads, Qicai Lingguang took two deep breaths, and then his eyes tightened: "Then... I'll go first, get ready..."
"Start the fight!"
"The stupid mouse... finally showed up!"
The moment the colorful aura appeared, the man in iron armor grabbed the handle of the blood-red sword standing next to him: "I finally waited..."
As the man with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other rushed forward, the man named Forrest stood up, raised the blood-red blade in front of him, and then let out a creepy grin.
"Fresh flesh and blood!"
