The strong wind roared behind him, and the soft sound of the armor made the hairs on the back of Mo Bei's neck stand on end in response to the stress.
Teleport?
It's a flying dragon in the sky!
With his mind spinning, Mo Bei twisted his body and swept the shield backwards. As expected, the edge of the shield hit a metal object.
The dark, light metal boot rubbed Mo Bei's lower back and kicked out, while the two assassin's blade claws were attacking his throat and eyes respectively.
Mo Bei leaned back, raised the shield in his hand, raised the blade claw that was directed towards his throat, and swept it past his forehead.
At this time, his body was like a fully drawn long bow, and the giant war sword in his hand was already glowing with brilliance, and the tip of the sword was pointed at the ribs of the assassin who was passing by him.
revenge!
But when the giant war sword was released, a cloud of light like a rain of blood fell on Mo Bei. A feeling of being pressed against by countless sharp spikes on his body, and even his internal organs were faintly cold, enveloped him directly.
curse! ?
He'd been affected by deepening hurt before, but this felt distinctly different now.
What a curse! ?
At this moment, the arrow was on the string. Although this thought flashed through his mind quickly, the giant war sword in his hand had already penetrated the chain armor of the assassin, pouring violent energy into the opponent's body.
Two groans came from the assassin and Mo Bei's mouths at the same time.
Mo Bei drew his sword and retreated sharply. There was a violent tearing sensation in his body and organs. His lungs were suffocated and he couldn't help but cough up a cloud of blood mist.
The damage backfires!
At this time, the wall of fire was still not extinguished, and the necromancer wearing light armor accurately placed a curse on him through the wall of fire.
Mo Bei stepped on the purifying aura, trying to restore some life to himself while shortening the duration of the curse. The backlash damage from the blow just now was really not light.
Before he could see where the assassin was going, two scorching claw shadows appeared beside him again, but it was the werewolf who followed the assassin closer.
Shield slam!
A claw struck the shield, sparks flew everywhere, and traces of flames swept between the two. But the other claw was clasped on the edge of the shield, and the shield was lifted open with one force, and two rows of poisonous salivary teeth suddenly bit into Mo Bei's face.
Damn it.
Rabies!
Mo Bei felt a chill. Although he was not afraid of toxins, if he was bitten in the face, he would still be fine! ?
Subconsciously, I wanted to stab the opponent in the mouth with a sword.
But thinking that he was still suffering from the backlash of damage, he could only put away his sword and retreat sharply at the same time.
"Click!"
The two rows of sharp teeth bit the whole thing, and then he caught up with Mo Bei again. He was completely like a mad dog that would not stop until he bit someone on the head.
However, a lightning javelin penetrated into the mouth that opened again, piercing one side of his cheek, and the attack was temporarily blocked.
The barbarian broke away from Milor's suppression, wielded a heavy hammer and launched a jumping attack on Mo Bei, falling from the air like a heavy artillery shell.
The sledgehammers in both hands were raised high and violently hit Mo Bei with the burly body.
The plan of the four opponents was to jointly kill him, the paladin with the strongest support ability, first. A series of attacks overwhelmed Mo Bei, and he was unable to launch a counterattack. He was extremely frustrated.
When the heavy hammer fell suddenly, it was deflected by an inexplicable external force.
The barbarian immediately withdrew his strength, but he could not hold back the full blow. The hammer fell heavily on the shoulder of the werewolf who had just received a lightning javelin, knocking him backwards into the sand.
If that hammer hadn't been withdrawn two inches in time, it would have definitely hit that bald wolf on the head.
At the moment when Perona was distracted by telekinesis, she barely dodged a powerful bone spear, but was slashed across the back by the blade guard's rapidly rotating blade.
Mo Bei took a look and saw that there were two identical assassins with long tails swinging, attacking Perona at the same time.
He himself was struck with a heavy hammer by the barbarian.
Under the pressure of numbers and levels, their team suddenly became dangerous.
However, he deliberately did not dodge this attack.
Under the huge bombardment of the shield, he flew out with the shield and his body. When he landed on the ground, he rolled and made a sprinting start.
Which one is the real one?
He stared at the two assassins who had already reached Perona. As the concentration halo spread, the charge was launched.
found it!
This assassin's character is a bit eager for quick success, so he suffered a loss from Mo Bei's men earlier. At this time, he used another teleportation kick, and the flying dragon was in the sky. Block Perona's way.
Mo Bei intuitively felt that the shadow warrior could not make such precise calculations, so it must be the real body.
The shining black metallic boots only hit a ray of lightning, but Perona disappeared.
"I don't really like chasing, I prefer..."
"Instant kill!"
Mo Bei's figure flashed behind the assassin who had just kicked him. The giant sword of war slashed through the opponent's waist, tore open the chainmail, and wiped it away with overwhelming force.
The distraction on the side immediately shattered into afterimages.
The assassin's two bodies separated immediately, and Mo Bei charged and killed him instantly.
Now, three against three!
Perona's teleportation almost swapped places with Mo Bei. She raised her hand and sprayed out an extremely condensed pillar of fire, which continued to impact the barbarian, forcing him to jump away from the range of the pillar of fire and continuously pour in healing and mana. Potion.
The faintly red plate armor was still burning his body, emitting slight smoke, and seemed to lack fire resistance.
The barbarian who had just escaped from the flames discovered a fact that made him extremely furious.
One of his teammates was actually cut into two pieces!
A roar that was not like a human voice came out from under the outstanding helmet, and the body that was already in demonic form expanded again, like a bear-man wearing armor.
Their team is not like other teams in the wizarding guild, changing teammates at every turn.
Ever since he became an orphan, was brought to Enstinger by several people, and then moved to this desert, he has been living with these teammates.
Their perception of the world was only distorted, and their emotions were not distorted along with it.
When a teammate dies, their grief is no different from that of a normal person losing a loved one.
They also don't know that without the ability to choose, they have been shaped into tragedies with wrong beliefs.
For the vast majority of humans in this world, they are the culprits who wage wars, summon demons and create monsters, causing them to lose their loved ones and homes.
The werewolf also fell into a complete rage and rushed forward against Perona's hellfire.
When Perona saw that the opponent's fire bed was extremely high, she immediately put away the hellfire and flew on the sand to avoid the werewolf's attack. At the same time, the fireball roared towards the direction of the Necromancer.
Milor was using guiding arrows to suppress the Necromancer hiding behind the Iron Stone Demon, and he exchanged targets with Perona without hesitation. When he turned around, a freezing arrow hit the werewolf.
The werewolf, who was almost immune to fire, froze in his movements instantly. An arrow that could freeze the monster only slowed him down a few points.
But at this time it was impossible for him to catch up with Perona.
This werewolf who was known for his speed and fire-based attacks let out a long and mournful roar, because Milor, who was holding the God's Word Bow, moved so that he was even further out of reach.
The necromancer drove the steel stone demon covered with metal spikes to press forward. Still using the steel stone demon as a cover, he shot an aging curse at Milor, which greatly reduced her movement speed and various Attributes.
The barbarian replaced two giant war hammers. He saw that the three of Mo Bei and the others had rich combat experience. Even the little mage had super close combat capabilities.
His previous attack method, which had huge explosive power but lacked dexterity, was unable to cause sustained combat pressure on them.
He only hated himself for being so eager to kill the enemy, and just wanted to crush the opponent to death with the most powerful attack. The attack that had been invincible in the past showed its flaws in this battle, which led to the tragic death of teammates.
"This damn world..."
From then on, there was one less person in the world who could be trusted, and one less person who could talk like a friend.
At this time, the barbarian's heart was not only filled with endless hatred for Mo Bei, but also an almost tragic hatred for the world.
"Go to hell!!"
Two heavy weapons with a shape between a hammer and a pickaxe hung down from his side. His legs exploded with great force, stepping out of a large hole in the sand and flying close to the ground at high speed towards Milor, who was cursed with aging.
