Quadruple split.

Chapter 335

Time flies, time flies...
Nov. 2049, 2

Game timeAM10:35
Doe Hill, Missha County

"Hey, hey! This number is too exaggerated!"

Screaming, the dwarf ranger turned over and jumped up, narrowly escaped from the encirclement of several mutants. The two-handed crossbow in his arms, which was not much smaller than his master, exploded with a bang, and the three fine iron heavy arrows In the shape of a product, a mutant not far away was firmly nailed to the ground, and a certain elf female thief who was being chased and running around escaped from danger. At the same time, she fell into several teammates behind.

A vigorous black panther quietly appeared behind the two monsters. It stood upright, and its two sharp front claws penetrated the back of the enemy very efficiently, and turned around and flicked the two monsters in the next second. Death's body swept out of the battle formation, and after completing this amazing double kill, it, or it should be said, 'he' turned back and blinked at the ranger: "It's a good hero to save the beauty, although you almost killed me I gave my life away."

"Go away and kill the rotten leaves, I won't die if you die ten thousand times."

The ranger Luomu curled his lips, pulled the crossbow string with difficulty and stuck the two arrows on it, and said angrily while adjusting the angle: "I just attacked in that direction for the convenience of falling back, stop talking nonsense .”

"Oh, then I really misunderstood you."

The druid Emmon chuckled, turned around and knocked a mutant to the ground, then widened his bright red vertical pupils: "No, Elsa is in danger."

Whoosh!
Luomu jumped directly onto the shoulder of the ogre warrior at the front, locked on the position of the little thief Elsa in less than half a second, and was slightly taken aback: "She is quite safe."

"Oh, that's why I was wrong."

Emmant snorted and let out an apologetic... sneer.

"Get off without your hands, little one!"

The tall ogre poked the snail off his shoulder while waving the big wooden stake with one hand, and complained in a muffled voice, "Tataga is uncomfortable!"

"Then let me roll by myself anyway! Stupid!" Luomu rolled half a circle on the ground in embarrassment, yelled angrily, then raised his hand and shot two small rain of arrows, stopping the flood. The mutant then turned around and shook his middle finger at Emand: "Can you frankly rely on something!?"

"I just want to tell you that there is a knife on Sezi's head."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. I heard Miss Yuying say it. Anyway, it's not a good thing."

"What am I..."

"Put the two of you on top of each other and you're not as tall as Elsa, and she's more than a hundred years older than you!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Luomu nervously stepped back behind the staggering ogre, and shouted at the top of his voice, "How long will it last? There are too many monsters here, and they can't stand it at all!"

Seven or eight walls of fire rose not far away, followed by a wave of wind blades, ice spears, lightning bolts and so on. A dozen or so mages behind this small position were desperately using various spells to contain the 'corpse' Tide', that's right, it's just restraint, because mutants have the trait of being undead only when their heads are removed, so it's hard for lower-level spells to cause fatal damage to them, and powerful spells that consume a lot of money are too cost-effective. Therefore, in most cases, the spellcasters here are only responsible for diversion, weakening, and support, and the work of collecting heads is basically left to those partners who focus on close combat and physical attacks.

"If you can't stand it, you have to stand it!"

A young sorcerer who had just thrown out a few bolts of lightning wiped off his sweat, and shouted loudly: "Brother Hei Fan said before that we must hold on to the front until we get results on the two wings. If these things rush If you reach the top of the slope, it will be over!"

"Cut, it's easy to say." Luomu gritted his teeth, then threw the heavy crossbow that would increase his physical exertion on the ground, took off the two small hand crossbows hanging from his waist, and Emmant rushed to the front right. There was a gap, and there were two heavily armored warriors who were bitten back again and again by the big wave of mutants. Their legs were trembling, and they were obviously on the verge of exhaustion.

Although he was complaining, the dwarf ranger who had enough trust in the young commander decided to hold on, at least until there were large casualties or something happened to Elsa...

This is a slope a little north of the Doe Hill. Fighting side by side with Luomu and others are nearly [-] professionals. They are distributed on this temporary defense line with a length of more than [-] meters. A large number of mutants attracted by the response of life are fighting. The number of those monsters is at least five hundred, which is only a small part of the total. Half a day ago, Yu Ying led a dozen of the best dexterity-type occupations After the hunters went to the Snow Bamboo Forest and lured all the zombies wandering there, these damned things have already broken through the four-digit mark, giving the first large-scale battle to the joint force at the moment when the frontal battle began. The troops were under great pressure.

And these people who are responsible for sticking to the front slope are stretched to the limit, struggling on the verge of collapse all the time. Warriors, knights, thieves, monks and other melee professions are at the forefront, clenching their teeth and fighting against those hideous faces. Fight monsters in close quarters; mages, warlocks, rangers and other long-range firemen and healers pour spells and arrows at a little behind, or continuously replenish physical strength and relieve injuries for the people in front, and when necessary Even if they have some advantages in individual strength, those mutants who are not afraid of fatigue, death and pain have never thought of fighting alone. The brain that has lost the ability to think has long been a decoration, and all actions come from some kind of desire that ordinary people cannot understand, so they will continue to charge under the premise that they will be torn to pieces in the next second, until the true meaning 'Death' comes or kills all life within the range of perception.

The number of enemies is too many. Although it is not yet desperate, it seems that the defense line collapses according to the current rhythm. It is only a matter of time. The consumption of physical strength, magic power and willpower are increasing sharply every minute and every second , the number of seriously injured people has reached more than [-] people, and spellcasters who fell into a coma due to overdrawn magic power have also begun to appear one after another. This is a dangerous critical point. Mu is very clear that as long as this dangerous balance is broken now, the battle damage in every minute of the next may exceed the sum of the previous ones!

After a few minutes……

[No, I can't hold on anymore! 】

Aiman, whose concentration began to gradually decrease, reacted half a beat slower, and was hit hard by a tall mutant, and there were a few bloodstains on the shiny black hair on his back, and he tried his best to break free The two flying monsters rolled into the formation embarrassingly under the cover of the two thunderbolts, but they saw an unstable young swordsman's legs pinched by four or five shriveled and pale claws. Little by little it was dragged out.

The dwarf monk next to him grabbed him, but he was dragged and slid out together. Another thief rushed up, but more mutants rushed up. The blood flowed profusely, which seemed to have touched the hunger for flesh and blood of those undead creatures.

"Let go, bloody old dwarf!"

The young man yelled and cursed rudely. While shaking his right hand vigorously, trying to let go of the fellow monk who was about to be dragged out, he swung his long sword vigorously with the other hand to disperse the mutants who were rushing towards the thief. Angrily shouted: "Don't worry about it, I can't die, I'm not the same as you, I'm still a good man if I change my vest later, return it to me quickly! It would be really cool if you two idiots died here! "

They are all companions who have performed missions in the same team, so they are fairly familiar with each other. What this player said is indeed the truth, but...

"You're crazy, aren't you! What time are you talking about a vest or not? If I can go back alive this time, I'll wear my vest for you!" The monk wearing a dark green leather vest blushed and died. Holding on to the other party, he said word by word: "Also, how many times have I said this, no! Xu! Call! I! Short! Son!"

The human thief with a mustache put his shoulder against a mutant who was being dragged, and squeezed desperately towards the player, saying in a deep voice, "Hei felt is right, let's go back together alive!"

The swordsman player who had been straightened was about to cry, and he was moved and cursed angrily: "You two are so funny that you can't understand people's words, right! I said I can't die!"

"Don't give up, hold on to me!"

"Go back alive together!"

"I @#￥%&!"

Just when this side has fallen into a near-desperate situation, and the people around are unable to do anything to help, a hazy light suddenly shines from not far behind them, and then a pale golden light arrow streaks across the air , inserted straight into the shoulder of a mutant who was trying to squeeze in.

"I'm Hei Fan, that monk wearing a vest. If you want to save your companion, let him go quickly, and then use Clap Palm on the mutant I marked! Right now!"

The blood-stained priest came out from a distance and gave the simplest and most direct guidance.

Knowing that it was impossible to save his companion, the monk froze for a moment, then gritted his teeth and let go of his hands, then took a deep breath, twisted his body and retreated, and threw a heavy punch at the mutant .

[Damn it, I can't hit it! 】

He sighed in his heart, and he had already made a judgment the moment he swung his fist. Without his restraint, the mutants holding Liu Wangcai had already retreated several steps. Under such circumstances, no matter how fast his punch is, it will be too late.

In theory it goes like this...

"Law barrier!"

Bang! !

But the theory is just a theory. With the wave of the commander who had barely met everyone, Liu Wangcai, who was being dragged towards his death, was suddenly shocked and suddenly stopped. In mid-air, no, it can't be said that it stopped, but the speed suddenly dropped to less than one-tenth of the previous speed. At first glance, it looks like a sudden stop.

And the Zombie that was holding on to him was naturally stunned, and then he was punched heavily on the chest by the dwarf monk in the vest, and flew out like a cannonball, bringing the surroundings with him. Those few were also smashed out.

"The one next to him pulls him back! That's right, that's it!" Mo Tan unfolded the Acura scripture in his hand, and casually threw out a [Life Link] to restore some life points to Liu Wangcai and the thief next to him, who were bleeding from the lower body. Then he quickly tore open a scroll with amplifying magic, turned his head and said loudly: "Yamedisc, Tamon, put two electrostatic vortices at the position just now, hey, those mages who are throwing wind blades first Stop, have you seen my recovery prayer, bless the movement speed of the fifteen people counting from that brother to the right one by one, I will be back in a while."

After saying that, he ran towards the gap not far to the left without looking back. The person blocking there before was Druid Emmant. The soldiers blocking that area immediately became stressed after the former was injured. Gradually forced to the point where there is almost no room to wield a weapon.

"Don't stand still, put those ones in and give you five seconds to prepare. After putting them in, immediately switch positions with the teammates on both sides. The pressure on those two points is relatively small." Mo Tan rushed three A soldier who was gritting his teeth and carrying on shouted, then raised his hand and brushed it over the chanting scripture, calling out a halo of tranquility on the spot: "All ranged occupations affected by the halo are now stopping and preparing to turn fire, you will soon have The attack angle is right, very good, kill them directly with the least intensive attack, and now we have the advantage in numbers."

A few mutants who 'easily' broke through the line of defense screamed and killed the weakly defended people behind, and were swallowed up by dozens of messy low-level magic and dense rain of arrows in an instant, without saying a word He died instantly.

"I need to clear up a little bit of space. In order to pay as little price as possible, all healers who can hear me now please try to heal everyone within one minute regardless of loss. I know what you are worried about. , It’s okay, please let go.”

Therefore, the priests and priests belonging to the three sects of abundance, dawn, and sun no longer hesitated, the shamans who specialize in hydrotherapy no longer hesitated, and the druids who guided the power of nature no longer hesitated. The unlucky guy who was beaten the worst, let go of the crazy tits!

All the fighters who stood at the forefront and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the mutants suddenly felt relieved.

Another golden light flashed...

"All spellcasters who can hear me stop now, have you seen the place I marked? After a minute, I need you to throw the most lethal and widest range of magic that can be used now. There, regardless of the consumption, if everything goes well, you can rest for a while after smashing this, very good, there are still fifty-seven seconds, please calculate the time and sing in advance~"

Mo Tan narrowed his eyes slightly, trying hard not to shake his legs under the robe not so much.

"Do what you can do first..."

He gently clenched his hands, and murmured in an imperceptible voice: "Let's think about how much we can do."

Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Two: The End

(End of this chapter)