"What's going on with these guys?"
The chaotic battlefield is becoming more and more boiling with the sounds of sirens and countdowns. The players who are "steamed" by the battlefield are also beginning to become more and more anxious. The top of the southwest stone pillar occupies the advantageous terrain. Hot pot steamed buns are naturally one of these boiling ants. The man who led Fu Feng to hold the position seemed to be getting more and more anxious because of the long-range magic attacks flying from all directions: "Why are there still people alive? Why are there still people alive?" Are you beating us?"
"Most attacks come from the southwest, from the outskirts of the wilderness where we sniped before!" Amidst the smoke and dust raised by the explosion of magic missiles, a subordinate of Fu Feng shouted at the top of his voice: "It should be under our fire coverage The fish that slipped through the net! They are all here to take revenge on us!"
"To actually take revenge on us at this time - no, that's not right, they are clearly interested in our advantageous geographical location!" Looking back at the direction of the tower where fireballs were also flying in, Hot Pot Paomo said angrily. Bao Xiao said: "I said that we should have used eighth-level magic to kill them all before. Once they are allowed to come to the tower, they will naturally not let us, the thorn in their side, wait and see."
"Forget about the attacks from the inside, where did the attacks from the outside come from?" Having said this, he suddenly turned his head, pointed at the deserted sea that had been submerged by the mechanical army, and asked: "How do they survive among these mechanical beasts?" Came down? Won’t they be bitten to death?”
"Hahahaha! You idiots!"
Scattered smoke and dust surrounded the tall stone pillars, and the players' loud jeers could also be heard faintly: "Not everyone will be afraid of you Fu Feng! And you are also a 'lunatic' who has expired!"
"Who? Who is it?"
"We are the Five Fireball God Cult."
In the sight that Hot Pot Paomo hurriedly turned around to look at, several magician players standing under the tower and scattered around the Qi District Tower were also holding up their respective staffs and pointing to their location from a distance: "Not everyone is a fool who doesn't have the same knowledge as you. Others don't care about others, but we, the Five Fireball God Cult, Yazui, must retaliate. If we dare to use fire magic to blast us, then let you taste the power of real fire magic."
"Five Fireball God Cult? Is there such a figure in the free world now?" Hot Pot Paomo's face was already crooked with anger: "A rat who came out of nowhere actually dared to insult me in this way? What kind of Five Fireball God's Cult, real fire magic? The old-fashioned tactic of just using fireball to focus fire and kill people to win has long been outdated!"
"You have much to learn, young man."
The distance exceeded the limit of sight. Of the magicians scattered up and down the tower, only the dark hoods and the pale hair flowing out of the hoods were still exposed among the yellow sand. The leader was listening. The male magician who came up with a somewhat old voice then waved his weapon. There was also a blazing fireball condensing above the big and round magic ball: "First, as long as you practice for a long enough time, even the simplest Fireball also has destructive power that transcends ranks; secondly, occupying a high platform to snipe and bomb others is not a good tactic, because the top area of the stone pillar is too small. Once you encounter a small-scale long-distance counterattack, you will have no space at all. Avoid.”
"Third -"
The angry Hot Pot Paomo had already begun to command the people in Fufeng to launch a counterattack, and was then pushed back by countless magic bombings from the southwest. The Fireball Cultists standing on the side of the tower also raised their heads, and the magic bombs were pushed back. The fireball at the tip of the staff also illuminated their respective smiles brightly: "Since we are a second-class club whose strength has been greatly reduced, we should not be as arrogant and ostentatious as before."
"Without a truly strong person as your shield, what qualifications do you have to be able to withstand our fire bombardment?"
The brilliant trajectory like a shooting star flew away with several swaying tail lights, leaving extremely beautiful fireworks on the top of the stone pillars in straight lines or broken lines. Although the Wind Wind Team, which had several magicians as the main defense force, barely blocked it. The last wave of this long concentrated bombing, but there were still casualties due to the impact and high temperature caused by the cluster explosion fireball: "Haha, hahahaha, hahahahahaha!"
"How can there be any truth in this world that you can only take advantage and not suffer losses? Sooner or later, your luck in taking advantage of a stone pillar will be returned somewhere else! Let us, the Five Fireball God Sect, teach you this truth!" Cuo Luo Gao Another player who cast the fireball spell near the tower laughed maniacally, and his extremely proud expression was also full of self-promotion: "Did you see it? High temperature, high explosion, high damage - there are still many things in this world." Is there any magic better than fireball? No! Absolutely not!"
"And it's efficient." The bright light of flames condensed in his hands again. The old magician player in the lead now had a new fireball shining in front of his weapon: "The casting speed is fast, the magic consumption is low, and no matter what Both the attack speed and the flight angle can be controlled and corrected - the biggest mistake you made in this competition, Fu Feng, was that you dared to provoke our Five Fireball God Cult, and then let us come over alive."
"You... these... old people." Hotpot Zaomo, who stood up on the top of the stone pillar with his face and body scorched, gritted his teeth and waved his hands: "I will let you... do well. …See what you see—damn it!”
Having consumed too much mental energy and magic power, it was indeed unable to match the speed of the opponent's fireball. The spell that was still brewing in the hands of Hot Pot Paomo finally turned into his own flames just before a new round of magic bombing. On the defense wall, the cross explosion impact and the hot burning flame trail later dyed the top of the entire stone pillar dark red. The scattered body fragments of the dead and injured and the stone pillar platform that was also blown into a honeycomb seemed to begin to indicate this team. The impending end: "You, you guys... just... wait... for me..."
"Just enough is enough."
The fierce wind blew away the flames and thick smoke that had not yet dissipated. The meteor-like wind-colored line drawn from the horizon finally turned into the last silhouette of the leisurely figure standing directly above the stone pillar, the floating and rotating figure. The blue magic ball next to him then emitted streams of emerald light one after another under his command, intercepting all the red fireball "missiles" that were still coming one after another: "... Fufeng no longer has combat effectiveness. Okay, why do you need to kill them all again?"
"Do you think we want to kill them all? Ask them how they dealt with us before?" One of the old magicians put down his staff and shouted. The sight that raised his eyes and looked up was shaken. : "Wait, you are - Nifeng Youran?"
"You are no longer a member of Fufeng. You have betrayed Wizard." The old magician who was the leader then put down the weapon in his hand and let out a low sigh: "What are you still doing here?"
"As a traitor, there is only one thing to do when you come here." The body floating in the air slowly fell down, Nifeng leisurely crossed his arms and showed a stern expression: "Former Wind Wind Guild President and first magician, I came here to laugh at you.”
He turned around and used a wind pressure technique to pin the hot pot bun that was about to struggle and shout something to the ground again. Several magic rays flying from the distance in that direction were also hit by the blue-robed man. The magicians all blocked the body, and white traces were ejected on the surface of the magic shield held up leisurely by the wind: "What?"
"I've only been away for such a short period of time, and you have become so lazy?"
The floating position is also a little higher than the top of the stone pillar. The meteor-like figure flying from the other side of the map looked down at the hot pot steamed bun lying there with a scrutinizing gaze. The latter was because The previous serious injuries and the confinement of the Wind Pressure Technique made him look miserable. The struggling eyes that were raised again were much redder because of the rage: "You...you are leisurely against the wind!"
"I remember you, the guy who once became the main member of the Lions under the newbies." The strong wind and blown flames covered the yellow sand sky, and also made Nifeng leisurely look down with his arms folded like a god. General: "After I left, you became the best magician in Fengfeng? There is a limit to joking. In addition to your major in fire magic, what other abilities do you have to join this world-class magician?" Come to the competition?"
"A signature player who has abandoned Fu Feng has no right to say such things to me." Lying on the hot stone slab, he gave up his struggle and his words seemed to become a little smoother: "Even if I have become a piece of rubbish in this wilderness. I am also a member of Fu Feng, and I am much stronger than you, a traitor who only knows how to jump to a big guild."
"..."
"What? Stop talking?"
Looking at Nifeng's leisurely and silent expression, a look of sarcasm gradually appeared on Hot Pot Paomo's face. He stood on the moral high ground and condemned the traitor because of his imminent death and the appearance of being scorched black by the flames. , it seemed not as powerful as he imagined: "If you don't speak, get out of here, I don't want to look at you for one more second."
"You are just like the other stones in the latrines here, they are still smelly and hard." So Nifeng Youran also put away his hesitant expression: "Forget it, the matter has come to this, no more words will seem to matter. Use this final testimony as—"
"Let me say goodbye to my past."
He raised his hand, and the scratch behind him was like tearing off a piece of the curtain in the air, throwing the countless fireballs flying from there into the distance together with a large amount of strong wind: "There are still many more to come. It’s a long game to play, and I don’t want to waste my physical strength and energy. Since you Fu Feng can only go so far, it’s best to retreat and go back to practice hard before coming back.”
"As for you."
He turned his head and turned his gaze to the old magicians standing on the edge of the tower behind. The latter seemed to have already understood what this person was going to say, and pointed at the condescending blue-robed magician. The teacher shook his head: "No, we will not give in. We are competitors and we have to compete hard."
"But the end is coming." He gestured towards the crowd of mechanical monsters galloping below and the harsh sirens echoing in the sky. Nifeng smiled leisurely and shook his head: "I don't mind being with someone who still believes in the 'Five Fire Ball God'. All of you who have taught me have competed against each other, but now neither time nor environmental conditions allow it. I think you don’t want to give up the qualifications that you have fought so hard to get here just because of the existence of Fu Feng and me, right?”
"There are only so many left in the countdown, and all the teams that can run have run away. Don't you think about finding a position in the so-called 'safe zone' and continue to move towards a higher stage?"
The persuasion seemed to have had a certain effect. Several white-haired old men covered in magic robes put away their weapons. The old man in the lead also let out an imperceptible cold snort, turned around and jumped down. He pointed at the wall platform where he was: "Then...see you later."
"let's go!"
Following his greeting, the other magicians also jumped off the tower in Qi District, and then disappeared in the same direction with the help of several streams of light shooting out of the air. They squinted at the headwind of this scene. Youran then seemed to have seen through the methods used by these people, and gradually flew away with a chuckle and the breeze: "Then it's time for me to leave."
"It's hard for you to spend so much time and effort on supporting your old club but yet you are so awkward. It's really touching."
A loud shout came from above the head where he was about to leave just now, suddenly stopping him in place where he was about to look back for the last look: "But I don't care, it's better to say that I still want to thank you. Yeah! I watched such a good show."
"--It's you."
After identifying the broad-backed and majestic figure at the top of the central tower, the leisurely and alert boy floating in the air gradually shrank: "Why are you here?"
"I think this place is the safest, so I'll stay here." After casually patting away the earth and rocks on the top of the bumpy tower, Spartak turned to Mengzhu, who was standing there quietly behind him. He introduced: "Of course, this is also something approved by my employer. As a professional, this professional ethics still needs to be adhered to."
"Is this what you consider a safe zone?"
After all, he still did not continue on his way. Nifeng Youran, who hesitated for a moment, then flew towards the top of the tower: "It's really ridiculous. This is most likely the center of the energy explosion that is about to start cleaning. How is it possible - you What to do?"
"You still need to ask? Of course I'm trying to stop you." He put away his arm that casually threw a boulder towards Nifeng Youran, and Spartak grinned with a sarcastic smile: "This is our territory, no. Come up."
"...Hmph, you are still as arrogant and domineering as ever." So Nifeng Youran also twisted his wrist and put a stern expression on his face: "And...you actually dare to stand taller than me. Talking to me somewhere? This is one of the things that makes me most uncomfortable."
"Ha, come on then, who is afraid of whom?" Ignoring Mengzhu's warning gesture of shaking his arm, Spartak smiled and waved his hand: "But -"
"Before that, you should deal with another trouble first."
