Surrounded by hundreds of people, Mo Bei, Milor, and Perona stood in the middle, while opposite there were at least twice as many bandit transferees.
Mo Beiyue came out of the crowd, gathered enough energy, and asked aloud:
"Who among you has the final say? Come out and speak!"
There were bursts of laughter from the opposite side. They thought Mo Bei wanted to negotiate, and his momentum was already a bit weak.
They had foreseen this situation a long time ago, so they were mocking him unscrupulously with the mentality of watching a show.
But more than half of them had recognized Mo Bei, and their scalps felt numb.
Why is this person still here?
Many people remembered what happened last time and already had the answer in their minds.
This is a group!
Some people hoped that Mo Bei, a ruthless man, could not get involved and immediately said:
"What are you doing here, an outsider? This matter has nothing to do with you. Don't get involved yourself."
"I am the leader of this group now! Why does it have nothing to do with me!?" Mo Bei asked back.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
There was another burst of laughter from the other side. Although someone was winking wildly to the people around him, secretly telling him that this person was not easy to mess with, it didn't attract much attention.
"This ethnic group is so fucked up. They want an outsider to be their leader! You might as well just come and join us!"
"Do you want to laugh me to death and then inherit my great sword?"
"Hey, this boy's armor is pretty good. Don't try to steal it from me later!"
"Go away! You have sharp eyes! Who didn't fall in love with that armor at first sight?"
In fact, Mo Bei really wanted to say a few words to save the other person's dignity so that he could get down the stairs if he was beaten later, didn't he?
As a result, a group of bastards opposite him kept laughing or winking, which made him so angry that he even had cross buns on his forehead.
He shouted angrily:
"I'm asking you who has the final say! Stand up!"
The person on the other side still looked like he didn't take him seriously at all. After a while, a dozen or so people sauntered out, all looking at Mo Bei jokingly, making it clear that they wanted to use their power to overwhelm others.
Then a few more people stepped forward bravely. They had been beaten last time and were abandoned by their team members. They had shadows in their hearts.
But seeing that the other captains were all out, I couldn't give in to anything.
Mo Bei counted and found that there were twenty-three captains in total. This should not be the entire team of job transferees from the tribe. The scale was indeed much larger than the one he just took over.
What's wrong?
Is it great to be big?
It’s not like he doesn’t even have a head.
Marble and the other ten captains didn't want their boss to lose his momentum, so they walked out of the crowd and stood behind Mo Bei.
Milor and Trick were even more ready to fight and stepped forward to stand beside Mo Bei.
Mo Bei turned his back to them and waved his hands, slowly stepped forward, and continued to shout:
"Your status is not equal to mine, but forget it! I won't bully you either! You twenty-three people, just treat me as many as you want."
As he spoke, he drew out his sword and shield, walked forward majestically without stopping.
The twenty-three people on the opposite side had different expressions when they saw this, some were excited, some continued to laugh, and some had cold sweats on their faces. But they all drew their weapons and were ready to take action at any time.
Milor couldn't help but sweat when she heard this. She probably knew where Mo Bei's limit was.
Although these sand bandits have sparse equipment and most of their skill trees are complete, they are more than 20 captains, and they are the most powerful group of people on the opposite side. Without long-range suppression, once the opponent cooperates, they are still very difficult to deal with. .
Mo Bei already knew how to win against these people, and his in-depth understanding of the bandits in the past few days confirmed something he had noticed before.
That is the serious lack of two major legal professions among these ethnic groups.
The requirements for job transfer in legal professions are relatively high. You need to first serve as a magic apprentice and accept the inheritance and teachings of your predecessors. This condition is obviously not available to these tribes.
As time goes by, fewer and fewer of them become mage or necromancer. Even if there are, their foundation is weak and their strength is mediocre.
Mo Bei saw that among the twenty-three people, not even one had a staff. They were all from the physics department. How much threat could that pose to him? So he was walking steadily at this time, exuding extremely strong confidence.
Seemingly fearless, he was loose on the outside and tight on the inside. He concentrated on capturing the movements of everyone on the opposite side, and his surging power was ready to go.
The moment the sacred shield was activated, Mo Bei saw someone in the opponent's formation raise the majestic scepter in his hand and point it to the sky. He immediately launched a charge against him. A bolt of lightning fell from the sky like a sharp sword, accurately hitting Mo Bei who had turned into an afterimage.
Thunder skills are extremely difficult to dodge, and the Paladin's Fist of Heaven is the most difficult to dodge. It is almost impossible to dodge.
Mo Bei took a punch from heaven, but the damage was negligible. This shows that the skill level is also very poor. When faced with 82 points of lightning resistance, the effect is almost like the flash of a camera.
The man saw among the shattered electric light and scattered holy light bullets, a streak of lightning struck his big shield at a speed no less than that of thunder and lightning. A mountain-like force suppressed him, and he fell. When he flew out, he saw that the tower shield in his hand, which was as thick as a door panel, was split in half. The right hand holding the shield also completely lost its strength, and the arm bones were completely shattered.
Although the tower shield is of poor quality and has limited durability, it is a heavy shield after all! This scene directly made him doubt his life.
In a daze, he saw another Holy Light Bullet fall on him, stopping the crazy decline of his health, but that Holy Light Bullet was made by Mo Bei.
Mo Bei's shot was a thunderous blow. In the situation just now, the speed of the charge and revenge fusion skill was enough to decapitate the opponent with one sword. However, he chose to destroy the opponent's heavy shield with one sword. With this The fierce and domineering sword shocked the entire audience.
The power of this sword came from top to bottom and did not directly affect the opponent. The remaining power still caused the opponent to bleed all over. Mo Bei was afraid that the opponent would die on the spot, so he even gave the opponent a mouthful of milk at the critical moment.
This coquettish operation made the other twenty-two people look like ducks struck dumb by lightning, and they didn't even notice that the skills they had accumulated in their hands were scattered again.
He was actually able to cut through a heavy barrier such as a tower shield with one sword, and send someone flying more than two feet away, leaving him completely unable to fight anymore.
I. . . Ni. . . . Ma. . . . . . .
Hundreds of people on both sides gasped at the same time, and only now did most of the people in the opponent's formation remember the reminder they had scorned just now.
This person is so hard to mess with. Aren't you afraid of tricking your father to death when you speak so tactfully?
A series of collisions and sounds of gold and iron, accompanied by screams, woke everyone up from the shock. They found that Mo Bei was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and began to beat the two dozen captains who had lost the will to fight. .
Mo Bei was still holding his breath.
Don't let you talk properly!
I make you laugh!
Is it so funny!
Laughing at you!
Intense continuous slashes, heavy shield strikes, and the unpredictable Blessing Hammer sent a group of people running around. Not to mention that they had lost the courage to fight, even their full defense was instantly broken through.
What's even worse is that most of them can't even run away under the holy ice. Those who were beaten last time were even more in tears. They still have familiar moves, familiar strength, and familiar falling postures. . .
There are also brave people in the crowd. Some who have long-range attack methods are about to launch a sneak attack on Mo Bei, but they are interrupted by a slap on the face by their companions.
You really don’t want your life! ?
Don’t you see that even the Fist of Heaven can only illuminate his beauty! ?
