"I learned this trick in the game World of Gods and Ghosts."
A banging sound followed by a huge wave of water was set off in the middle of the Barro River. A seemingly fierce collision later completely destroyed the two duels in the center of the battlefield who were about to decide the winner. It was covered, and the countless cheers and cheers that originally echoed around the entire battlefield were temporarily paused for a moment as the huge water wave rose, leaving only Duan Qing's slightly deep voice in the corner echoing vaguely: "In order to hunt down those powerful evil spirits, the demon slayers created many moves with large-scale destruction power. One of the moves was created by the demon slayers who used bows and arrows. They used the strongest arrow that was originally charged to shoot. Launch an attack on the target in the form of a lob, and use the powerful falling force to destroy the solid shell and armor of the gods and ghosts."
"Of course, there are still many areas for improvement in this move under the rules of the free world." As he said this, his gaze that was originally looking into the sky slowly fell on a brilliant straight track that had disappeared: "But no matter how we improve it, the original flaw cannot be avoided, and that is how to aim."
"In order for the other party to send a person with low mobility to challenge, we have exhausted all our tricks." Shaking his head, Xue Ling Huan Bing, who was also looking at the center of the water, responded in a low voice: "It seems that the enemy's ability exceeds our imagination. His explosive speed is completely inconsistent with the original image of a turtle shell."
"So I also told Baibu Wushuang that when necessary, he can only find a way to solve the aiming problem by himself." Duan Qing smiled and snapped his fingers forward: "This scene in front of me -"
"That's probably what he came up with."
The water spray finally gradually dispersed, and the Nashi tribe members who had originally wanted to celebrate with the final axe-killing of the enemy were also stunned on the spot one by one. They stared at the people who had already flown to the direction. The arrow disappeared from the sky and appeared above Shidong's head for some unknown reason, gradually making the atmosphere at the scene completely cold. Also looking at this scene with some disbelief, the soldiers in the Sioux camp who couldn't bear to look at them all opened their eyes wide at this time. They looked at the helmets that had been shot through the opponent. The arrow that was dripping with blood and the player who was supposed to shoot the arrow but was lying motionless in the river took a long while to hear his slightly surprised voice. In the ear: "What, what happened?"
"What happened? When did he shoot that arrow?"
"Hasn't he been chopped down by Shi Dong? Does he still have the strength to launch a counterattack?"
"It's difficult. Is there someone helping us secretly?"
The whispers and glances that gradually dispersed began to spread in the Sioux camp. Along with this, more and more people focused their doubtful gazes on the center of the battlefield, being stared at closely. The burly Nashi warrior who was still holding the ax did not make his last attack, and his trembling body finally fell on the other side of the river with a heavy sound of falling into the water. In the suffocating atmosphere around him, the player archer, who had been lying under the water and had completely lost his ability to fight back, then stood up with heavy breathing, with huge tear marks on his chest. Ignoring the sight of his bleeding wounds and the frightened looks coming from all directions, he stared blankly at the sky directly above his head: "... I didn't expect... I could really succeed."
"Hey, hey, you can't fall down now." Duan Qing gradually appeared in the sight of everyone standing around. Duan Qing, who sighed, waved his hand and sprinkled a beam of healing energy on the crumbling archer. On the body: "If we are sentenced to lose-lose, it would be too much of a loss."
"...Hey." His weak eyes lingered on the back of the hill-like enemy beside him for a moment, and Bai Bu Wushuang, who was barely lifted up to take his last breath, said in a difficult voice: "You are... off the field. Support will... be taken advantage of by others..."
"No, don't worry." Duan Qing, who reached out to support the opponent's body that was about to fall down again, and ignored everyone's gaze, then turned his head calmly: "Because - is this duel okay? Is it over?"
"The victory has been decided."
Repeating what he had said before, Surtu, who walked out of the Sioux crowd, also showed a different indifferent smile: "This time, you should have no objection."
"This...impossible." Staring at Shi Dong's motionless figure lying in the water, Shi Tuo answered with a hint of difficulty in his voice: "How could a warrior of the Nashi tribe lose? For you...you...weak..."
"We don't admit it!" A Nashi warrior behind Shtuo roared angrily: "You must be playing some conspiracy!"
"If you don't notice the gaze of the prey, you have no right to interrupt the hunters' discussion." Surtu let out a heavy cold snort, with a look of disdain in his eyes, and then pointed directly above the river: "That wipe just now The arrow that passed by did not fly away, but flew straight upward before falling back again."
"It landed accurately on the head of your warrior." Pointing to Shidong who fell in the water again, the Sioux warrior wearing a headband finally had a smile on his lips: "It's still... He stood there laughing triumphantly and then died like this - huh, how ironic."
"How could this happen?" His eyes looked back and forth in disbelief several times at Baibu Wushuang, who was being supported by Surtu and Duan Qing. Shituo finally burst out in disbelief and shouted: "Missed the shot. The arrow could still fall back? And it fell on Shidong’s head so accurately? How could it be such a coincidence?"
"Since you also call yourself a warrior of the Nashi tribe, you will definitely not miss the trajectory and direction of the arrow just now." The answer was Surtu's finger pointing to the sky: "Instead of doubting what happened in the duel before, Regarding the matters in the ceremony, you might as well doubt yourselves."
"I wonder if you have been spurned by God."
He waved his hand, then turned around and walked back with a low laugh. The words that echoed over the river gradually set off an uproar. Between the noisy looks of the members of the Sioux and Nashi tribes, Stop and wander back and forth. He also supported Baibu Wushuang's body and began to return to his own camp. Duan Qing, who was still using healing magic to restore the opponent's injuries, also slowly pulled out a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He ignored the surprised looks of the Su tribe people around him and then He also walked straight through the crowd, and finally returned to the adventurer camp where Xueling Huanbing and others were with a sigh of his own: "Of course it's not a coincidence, a bunch of idiots."
"If I hadn't believed in your evil deeds and insisted on selling myself as a target, I wouldn't have been so seriously injured." The answer came from Baibu Wushuang who was thrown to the ground while feeling pain. He gritted his teeth and said, "You have to take responsibility for my tragic results."
"Who told you that you can't use the methods I taught you earlier?" Duan Qing, who stopped casting healing magic and pulled the wound on his broken arm, turned around with a grin on his face and said, "You can't attract people." Yin, I don’t know how to fly a kite, so I finally thought of a way to lob you, but you still have to get hit with an ax first to attract all the opponent’s attention.”
"If the arrow I gave you earlier hadn't been enchanted, it's not certain whether we could have finalized the decision." He gestured to his teammates to throw the medicine and bandages to the archer in front of him, and looked away from the arrow on the opponent's chest. The terrifying crimson mark moved away: "I have used so many methods to get you the fruit of victory, so you can just make do with it and enjoy it."
"What kind of magic did you put on my arrow just now?" After receiving the rough treatment, Baibu Wushuang finally had a bit of a dumbfounded expression on his face: "It can't be the wind element or... Earth magic or something like that?”
"Such a simple enchantment? Are you looking down on my strength as an alchemist?" Duan Qing wiped his nose and replied without looking back: "For this duel ceremony, I also did it in secret It took a lot of hard work, but you are the first to enjoy these enchantments with precise guidance and gravity acceleration."
"Precision guidance? Gravity acceleration?" His face was full of questions, and Baibu Wushuang's voice also had a sense of surprise: "Is there such an enchantment - no, is there such a magic?"
"Of course...ah, I forgot that this is the Continent of Wind." Duan Qing looked at the sky in front of him in a daze, then raised his head and gradually subdued his sighs: "Look at you people. I also know that your research on magic theory and application of magic knowledge are obviously at the level of the last century, or you really can fly so far and be blown by the strong wind because of your calculations of the wind force. The arrow that had been missing for so long fell back exactly where it came from—ouch.”
"Stop trying to be cool and come over here." She stopped tapping her opponent's forehead with her fingers, and Xue Ling Huan Bing, who was standing aside with her mouth curled, gradually changed to a serious expression: "The next game... …No, the duel is about to begin, and we haven’t decided on our countermeasures yet.”
"Countermeasures? What other countermeasures are needed?" Duan Qing stretched out his hand to rub the place where he was beaten. He turned to the far side of the river and shook his head: "The layout has already been put down at the beginning. Now we are not following our instructions. Will the established plan continue to develop?”
"That's true, but I always have a feeling that it's unreal." Glancing at the gray-robed magician with some uneasiness, Goldman's voice also had a bit of a wavering tone: "It's true. Will it develop as you said before? The other party shouldn't be so stupid."
"If the other party is really stupid, they won't fall for it." The innocent expression suddenly disappeared, and the successful expression of Duan Qing, who was standing on the slope of the river, gradually disappeared in the movement of lowering his head: "It was expected. The enemy will naturally make the actions we expected. Doesn’t this just fulfill our previous guess? If you don’t believe it, look at it——”
"They're going to start acting like we thought they would in no time."
Following the direction indicated by the gray-robed magician, the commotion from the Nashi tribe on the other side of the river finally began to calm down. The blood that stained the river water gradually became clear and clear with the passage of time. Along with Shidong, who had been carried away long ago, he disappeared among the members of the Nashi tribe: "——What's going on? This is different from what was expected before!"
"Don't be anxious, Sir Shituo, haven't you not used all your trump cards yet?"
"That's because the enemy didn't act according to previous predictions! They actually selected an adventurer to fight!"
Among the people deep in the Nashi camp, the tall Shtuo was arguing excitedly with a vague figure in black robes: "They actually used this way to provoke us! They actually... actually... Get rid of your destined fate!"
"The established destiny will not be escaped so easily, and there were no mistakes or deviations in our predictions." Ignoring the murderous intent and threat of the tall and burly tribal warrior in front of him, the old man's hoarse voice contained more A bit sarcastic: "It's you who have the problem. The adventurers who stand in front of the trump cards prepared for you look obviously weaker than the enemies we previously predicted, don't they?"
"you--"
The irritated and breathless chest kept rising and falling. It took Shituo, who stood in front of the old man, to calm down his irritable mood for a long time: "Okay, let us continue - what should we do next?"
"Of course this should be decided by you." Without any influence, the old man's body standing among the clan members seemed to be as hard and profound as a rock: "Believe in the instructions of fate. As long as you obey the instructions of fate, You will definitely win the final victory."
"Then what if the other party still doesn't play according to the routine-"
The words he wanted to say stopped in mid-air. Shituo, who was swinging his arms passionately, suddenly had a bit of confusion in his eyes. He looked back in the direction of the Su clan in front of the river, and his expression gradually changed. He became fierce: "I understand."
"Anyway, we have won two games. No matter what weird tricks they try again, as long as we can win one more game, the game will be over."
Nodding deeply, the tall leader of the Nashi tribe strode to the front of the river. While looking at the calm expression of Surtu opposite him, he looked towards Our own camp made a gesture that surprised everyone: "There is no need to hold back at all, we just need to use the most powerful force to completely suppress all their choices -"
"Shilong! Go!"
