Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 751 Self-help
Charles blocked the attack, pierced the monster's skull with the rock spikes growing from the edge of the shield, and with a puff, the flying dark purple slurry drew an arc in the air.

[Blessing of vitality]
The priest's protection gleamed on the blood-covered armor, the defender raised his right arm, and the thrown stone spear pierced three bedbugs trying to harass the priestess.

There are problems, there are big problems.Charles' eyebrows were squeezed to the point that they were about to form a line, and the one-handed sword he was waving moved with his muscles without delay for a moment.There are too many monsters in the shock team, wave after wave, and the scale is still expanding.If Charles had encountered this kind of situation before, he would wake up with a smile in his dreams, but facing this group of monsters that are festering and whose appearance is like wax oil that is constantly dissolving into mud, the palpitations from the depths of the soul can calm the most jumping mind.This damn thing is like the drunken vomit of a crazy designer, even the health bar on the top of the head is wriggling, distorted and blurred.These monsters are not the only ones that have become indescribable things like curry jelly. Everything Charles sees, except for the players as companions, is festering and decaying.

The rocks softened and bent, the land melted into swamps, and the tall and straight woody plants took off their decomposed shells, but the core inside was alive, and the branches engraved with the loops of the magic net had become tentacles that whipped everything.Worse were the screams, a disorienting, dizzy murmur that echoed in every air.

This feeling is very familiar to the dream elves. Many compatriots died under such torture in that war. This is the [God's Whisper], the madness one must feel when one is close to the evil god's family.The only good thing is that this gradually collapsing madness gave room for reaction. The commander, aware of the severe situation, immediately stopped the good brothers who had gone mad and fell into a state of rage, and prepared to gather the team to stay away from the erosion of chaos.

The whisper was so clear, so clear that everyone would instinctively stay away.

Charles begged Eisenor to cast another clarity spell on the trio, and damn it, the whispers were all over the place, as if they weren't facing Chaos, but in the bowels of Chaos.

The vision began to blur, and the calls of the companions almost disappeared together with their blurred lines. At this time of crisis, the growing tower of black thorns became the only beacon among the colorful, and the cold orders of the consul were like the sound of heaven.

"My brother, the time has come." The war druid answered the call, and the defender knight paved a rocky path through the chaos.

Elves are long-lived species, long-lived species are very vengeful, and elves are the most vengeful species of long-lived species.

Surging madness wrapped the red naked body, Duo Duo pulled out his thigh from the mud, and the suppressed anger drove the madness away.The priest of the moon condenses the holy light in his hand, and the power of justice is dazzling.The anger deposited in the body was ignited, and the dragon family once again faced his old enemy. The enmity cast in blood and tears has withstood the test of time, and every arrogant and lonely green dragon family will not allow their heads to lower their heads.

The Archon has silenced the whispers of Nightmare, and the seasoned elves have gone to war.But not all elves can quickly adapt to this chaos, the inheritance is still going on, and the new generation is still immature at this moment.

"What is this?! Run!"

"I'm sinking! Help me!!"

"Protect the others, Laurie you fool!"

It was a mess, a disaster.The apprentices who were still holding the game mentality were completely panicked in the deteriorating environment, their minds were occupied by the chaos, they screamed and fled, or they were chased around by wild monsters.The slightly more mature elves learned from their mentors to organize their companions, barely maintaining their formation under the attack of wild monsters.The wounds appear on the limbs, chest and abdomen, the precarious stamina bar represents despair, and the vision is bright red. They are the victims of the nightmare attack.

The fast arrow pierced through the monster's leg joints, and the roaring monster immediately lost its balance and fell to the ground, becoming an obstacle and causing a series of flesh and blood collisions.Before Tiffany let go of the bowstring, she immediately rolled forward to dodge the attack of wild monsters, and a large group of out-of-control wild monsters followed behind her.Even if the blood tank is cleared to zero, you will not be killed. Without the weakness of the head and heart, breaking the joints to limit the mobility becomes the best action. This is the predicament that the Elf Queen is facing now. The monster has become a part of the dreamland. There are still many players who have been besieged and in crisis. It is not because they have violated the orders of the consul, but because they do not have the strength to carry them out.

"They clearly promised that there is no danger!" Her Majesty the Queen continued to think about it while rescuing her subjects. The thought of trusting her subjects was still in chaos, and her guilt and powerlessness caused Tiffany to lose her bowstring. Strength.Laxity is a big taboo, Tiffany was left in a cold sweat and dazed for a few seconds, the space for dodging has been eroded by the distorted monster.

The beautiful blond hair was stained with the corrosive blood of the enemy, and the disgusting smell made Tiffany's face even colder.Must get out, my subjects need me.Tiffany bowed and picked up the short sword. The claw marks that ruined the beauty of her cheeks were less than an inch away from her right eye, and her green eyes were vicious.

Faster than her was the shadow of death that appeared in the field of vision, the killing blades were dancing, blood was splashing, and the screams of the monsters actually corresponded to the rhythm of cutting.Corrupted monsters do not die, but the state of being lightly chopped into slime is indistinguishable from death.

Powerful, grim, and aesthetically pleasing with violence and death intertwined.

Tiffany held her breath and understood the reason for the psychological shadow of those players.Deathblade restrained his edge and bowed his knees before the queen he served.

"Kaylo Nikana."

"My queen." The assassin captain whose level completely crushed the low-level area rescued her in time, chopping melons and vegetables with ease.

"You came so fast." The assassin caught the joyful tone, the indifferent expression in the hood, and the corners of the mouth curled up indistinctly.

"Queen's bodyguard, your duty."

It is impossible to say that she is not moved. Queen Tiffany also has her little girl's mind. When she is in danger, she is rescued by a powerful opposite sex. The hormonal excitement is beyond words.Although Kailo Nikana is usually a little more in charge, he talks like an annoying old woman, and usually has a straight face, but when he walked out of the blood rain, his ruthless appearance was quite attractive.Although sometimes foolish loyalty is too much, it also has its merits.

The thinking that sprouted in adolescence became active, and then, Tiffany's IQ did not decline, but she discovered new clues.

"Carol."

"My queen."

Tiffany's expression was calm, and her eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

"Although the Moon Crown Council stipulated tonight that it is not allowed to attack players at will, the official implementation document will also be released tomorrow."

"..."

"Your original plan, didn't you want to take advantage of this loophole, and start a carnival of massacring players in the last night of lawlessness?"

"..."

"Kaylo Nikana, my most loyal servant, can you repeat it again, the reason why you came to me so quickly." The women who were played with their emotions spoke like evil spirits, even if they thought they were kind of.

The assassin held his sword indifferently, and put on that cold face that had been complained about many times.

"Have a nice game, my queen."

(End of this chapter)