Overclocking Summons League of Legends

() There is a person lurking in the dark vault. This person's figure is extremely slender and slender, and his tense limbs are buckled upside down on the vault. The patterns made of a large number of metal foils have become the best focus.She didn't seem to care about the sharp edges of those foils at all.It's like a huge spider clinging to it.

If Wang Hu could see the appearance of the Sphinx at this time, he would definitely collapse. The originally exquisite face was covered with red and black stripes, spreading from the hairline of the forehead to the cheeks, and finally from the slender neck Spread into the collar.The jade skin endowed by European and American blood has become completely unrecognizable at this time, with large red spots dotted on it.

The most frightening thing was that six green compound eyes appeared on her forehead. These compound eyes were filled with a cold light, and any living life would be regarded as dead by it.The specific forms of things in the Sphinx's retina have disappeared, leaving only a large number of monotonous black and white lines, everything in the field of vision is more dead than the wilderness.Even the darkness was dispelled, and no light could pierce the suffocating indifference in her eyes.

At her feet, Kukrik and Jin Zhenhuan panicked, like cats whose tails had been licked by flames. The moment the yellow-green poisonous gas appeared, their hairs all exploded.Others are not much better, this group of guys obviously did not realize that they will encounter this "special" situation.

Except for Twitch, the source of the plague, no one in League of Legends is good at using poison as a weapon.The world of overclocking was originally built on top of this popular game all over the world.It is not surprising that there is a toxin attack, what is strange is that there is a large-scale attack.

Then the problem ensues.This kind of toxin AOE's large-scale multi-target attack cannot be controlled at all, that is to say, the releaser has no way of controlling the range of the toxin.It may work wonders in a closed space, but what about flat ground?Or what is the difference between this AOE attack in windy weather and digging your own grave?

Let the Sphinx swallow her saliva, the temperature in the temple soared not long after the toxin appeared, and she could already feel some heat conduction from the dome.

However, this abnormality did not attract Sphinx's attention, and she continued to focus on the panicked crowd on the ground and the slowly spreading poisonous gas.

The reason why Sphinx didn't care about the influence of poisonous gas was because she saw the weakness of these poisonous gases at a glance.That is, the ratio of importance is much greater than that of air.The most concentrated place of the spreading poisonous gas is no more than 1.5 meters, and Sphinx boldly speculates that the height of [-] meters from the ground is the effective range of these poisonous gas attacks.

Once it is higher than two meters, the effect of poisonous gas will gradually decay.

Now there is yellow poisonous gas floating on the ground, making Brother Xiao Sa's face extremely ugly. The particles of this poisonous gas are extremely large.The tumbling sundries can be seen just by the naked eye.It's like a glass of water full of limescale.Large and small dregs were floating fiercely in the transparent liquid.

These poisonous gases came in through the decayed gate, and polluted the wind shield blocking the gate into a yellow vortex in less than two seconds. Only a huge blender, after those yellow granular substances are swirled and stirred.into a finer powder.

This also made the poisonous gas spread a little bit faster.The only thing that remains the same is that these poisonous gases are only about two meters above the ground.It didn't rise upwards.

Brother Xiao Sa's mouth was full of bitterness, what a fucking bad fight.In the improvised team, no one knew the source of the poisonous gas and the specific data on the damage it could cause.

"It's good now. I don't even know the situation, so I have to explain it here."

Edmund's eyes were fixed on the yellow-green poisonous gas that was spreading everywhere, and under the constant stirring of the Wind's Breath Shield, the speed of the poisonous gas increased exponentially.A sharp line was "cut" between the poisonous gas and the air, and this line was constantly moving towards them.

Everyone was forced to retreat by this line, and no one risked their lives to collect samples of the poisonous gas at this time.Although the Screeners are as powerful as the heroes in the comics, humans' fear of the unknown keeps them from acting rashly.

In other words, everyone is expecting someone around them to "defy the law!" Only in this way can the damage value of the poisonous gas be transmitted to everyone.

Edmund sniffed a few times, the pungent and acrid smell of the poisonous gas made him sneezed a few times, as if he felt ashamed.Edmund said angrily, "Drake, you go and try!" What kind of a large group of screeners are forced to be restrained by such an inexplicable thing!

Drake, who was named, was shocked, his thin body trembling constantly under the gray monk's robe.Like a shivering moth hit by a violent storm, all its strength has been sucked out.He hesitated, and the long sword in his hand kept making messy noises.

The sound of the slight collision between the blade and the gauntlet made Edmund even more upset, and he asked angrily, "Are you going to disobey my order?"

Language is a sharp edge, and if used improperly, it can become a terrible weapon, because a mistake in one sentence may lose a lifelong friend, and one passing by may never be seen again.

Like the cold wind blowing on the Siberian ice sheet in winter, Edmund's words were full of coldness, and Drake begged his eyes to keep patrolling Edmund's face.How to try?Naturally, he rushed into the poisonous gas. Since someone released this thing, could it be the ruddy mist emitted by the evaporation of dry ice?

Don't be ridiculous, how is this possible.Any skill in the overclocking world is based on killing the enemy and saving yourself.

Edmund directly ignored Drake's gaze, and said with a sullen face, "I swear on the honor of the Holy Son, I will not abandon Drake to escape alone. If he suffers irreversible damage, all repair costs will be paid by him." I bear it alone."

As soon as these words were uttered, the selectors of the Christian Penance Group breathed a sigh of relief, and thought that it was not me after all.

This is destined to be a sad story. Drake has always been known as the front of the team and the enjoyment of the latter.No matter what difficulties he encountered, this devout Christian always took every word in the Bible as a guideline for his actions.For the distribution of loot after the end of each plot, Drake always asks to be ranked last.

Now this "good old man" was driven to a desperate situation like a sheep by the head of the regiment—His Royal Highness Son Edmund.

Drake gritted his teeth and swept across the faces of his teammates one by one. As if he had made up his mind, he turned around sharply and put the sword in his hand into the scabbard.It was as if pokers poked into a blazing charcoal stove, splashing a large stream of sparks.The sparks fell on the worn and faded monk's robe and went out immediately, a deep despair passed from his emaciated body to everyone.

Kim Jung-hwan caught the grief and anger on Drake's face the moment Drake turned around.He didn't know Drake's performance in the team, but the one named at this time was probably the one who was the easiest to "bully".This kind of person is very common in society, almost every company and organization has such a hard-working old scalper.When the benefits are shared, there is no turn, and the scapegoat has almost become a professional household.

He let out a long sigh, a deep sense of powerlessness hit his heart, and he was suddenly tired of the current life.In the world of overclocking, if you can't protect yourself, you will die as soon as possible.Although saving oneself means betrayal, betrayal and even shameless frame.

Drake, who returned the sword into the sheath, paused for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, as if he wanted to say something.But when some words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything, and could only turn into a faint sigh.He stretched out his arms as if he was about to embrace something, his toes were tensed and floated in the air, he tried his best to straighten his back, and raised his chest high.

Just floating a few meters away, approaching the dividing line between the poisonous gas and the air, the wriggling mass of yellow-green gas suddenly stirred like a shark smelling of blood.From it, two tentacles as thick as a baby's arms were drawn out, and first tentatively touched Drake's body a few times.

The Sphinx's face suddenly turned into the cold winter of December, and the six compound eyes on his forehead flickered at the same time.She could see very clearly from the top of the dome. When the two tentacles touched Drake, they immediately corroded several large holes in the screener's body, and the skin and muscles on the surface of the body melted into viscous Pus.

However, Drake didn't say a word, and swallowed the surging pain in his throat, and his face distorted by the severe pain actually showed a ferocious smile. The data on the retina showed that just these few times The seemingly "painless" contact caused him to lose 98 hp points.

Paralysis, stiffness, continuous bleeding, poisoning and other debuffs follow one after another.

"Oh, the damage is not high, only 25 points." Drake closed his mouth after saying this, trying hard to curb the desire to escape, the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow made his eyes almost protrude from their sockets.

This guy tampered with the damage value and concealed the debuff effect at the same time.

Drake yelled in his heart, 'Die!I will drag you to hell together, and then I will crush your ugly souls with my teeth! '

The urge to destroy everything made his body tremble violently, convulsing as if electrified.

The joy on Edmund's face flashed across, what the hell!It looked quite scary, but just to be cautious, he still asked worriedly, "How about the dps damage output per second?"

Drake breathed in a mouthful of pungent poisonous gas, his lungs were burning with pain, he swallowed the blood froth welling up in his throat, and said lightly, "This value is not high, only 3 points."

After finishing speaking, Drake comfortably stepped into the yellow poisonous gas as if he was walking on clouds. The two tentacles quickly wrapped around his calves, and one of them spread to his waist.Drake seemed to be savoring this feeling, and said in a weird voice, "I can easily walk in it, they just burn the skin, this level of damage is not a big problem for us at all."

Chapter 122: The Source of Destruction