MTL - Virtual World: Close Combat Mage-v3 Chapter 885 Hanged 29
Chapter VIII chapter hangs 29
"What, what?" Read the wind and frost. The eight big men who have been reunited are in the team channel, but they have not heard back. In the game, no echo does not mean that people are already dead. On the contrary, no sound means that people are still alive, and they are alive and well! Just because I want to work hard, this is too busy to have time to send a message.
The eight people are all embarrassed. These roads are different from each other. The number of people who are gathered together is beyond the sky, but this is scattered. There are more than 20 people on the way. That is not enough. But who can expect that this has just been transmitted to the Cloud City and is targeted by the opponent? At the same time, the eight people secretly rejoiced that they arrived early enough to get together before the other side ambushed.
"What's wrong, what happened?" At this moment, someone in the channel suddenly spoke, the name is a printed shawl. Of course, one of the thirty-one people who can speak on this channel. Read the wind cream, this forgotten guy can't figure out which one is this person. Once again, it is clear, and immediately replies: "Some friends who came over were ambushed, how are you?"
"I? I'm fine, I'm coming over, are you all right?" said the print shawl.
After talking with the printed shawl, several people spoke, and they were rushing to them without any trouble.
"We are currently drunk in a thousand miles, no..." The guy who sent the news has not come and finished the news, this news has not been able to continue. Even after asking three times, Gu Fei, who has no one to single-handedly, did not continue to ask questions after three times. Of course, he will continue to ask questions endlessly. At this time, he has been unceremoniously shot.
A range of spells was thrown away at the most dense place on the side of their side. In addition to the eight big men in the game, other players are not weak hands, are the elites of the cities. At this point, Gu Fei came over with a spell. Although everyone was surprised, they all hid clean.
"Rely, this guy really dares to do it!" The arrow set the world and smashed a bow on the side of the bow, and one arrow went to Gu Fei.
Gu Fei sideways let, a momentary movement directly into the crowd, left and right cut, immediately began to kill the Quartet.
"Take him!!" The big men obviously still have some strengths about Gu Fei. When they look at Gu Fei, they feel that they are looking for a dead end. To play less, do not keep a distance, and actually jump into the heap, it is not an idiot move!
The elites fought bravely to take Gu Fei down, and only four people turned into white light. The priests holding the staff behind them are all wooden, and this did not give them a chance to reply! The damage is too high, and the sword goes down.
"Don't go up with blood!!" Someone groaned. This person is one of eight people, id first-class low temperature, a pastor list master. At first glance, the attack of a thousand miles of drunkenness only focused on the occupation of a weak life. The **** is the random attack control, not the main purpose of his attempt.
"This guy seems to be a bit messy, but in the battle, it is meticulous to every step. Who is this?" The low temperature side secretly thought, waving and directing other pastors for treatment. Gu Feifei quickly turned over a few blood thin, and all the pastors were surprised that their existence was meaningless. In fact, blood thick as a warrior and other occupations, Gu Fei also took care of the attack, but can not kill. These pastors went to the surprise of those who were second, and ignored the words of these fighters. The first-class low-temperature experience is old, but I saw this. The pastor in the parallel world is actually very difficult and requires a lot of attention. Although there are some systemic aids, most of the time is still judged by his own eyes.
Gu Feifang was in the process of rushing into the battle. The other party was a bit confused at one time, but he was moving in an orderly manner. Of course, the Archer Master is withdrawing toward the periphery. The soldiers cooperate with the Cavaliers to assist in the attack. The thieves have sneaked into the opportunity.
Everything is in order, everyone has been controlled soon, but no one has thought that their nightmare has just begun.
They arranged, they walked, they wanted to be a thousand miles and drunk. But the result is that the action of being drunk is always faster than them. The thousands of miles in the shuttle of more than a hundred people are drunk and erratic, they can not capture. They didn't see it for themselves. They couldn't believe what kind of position it was.
The pace of thinking without thinking, each step is like taking care after thinking. Or escape the attack, or escape the pinch, or step on the excellent position of the attack. The elites can't predict, can't judge, they can only chase after a thousand miles of drunkenness. The results of it? The slow speed can't catch up with his pace. The speed is fast. If you catch up, you will turn around and get rid of it. The pastors are madly replied because they can't catch a thousand miles. The gap, they can only continue to brush like this, brush to the point, people will be saved, can not brush, white light......
The eyes of the eight great men gradually became frightened. They are more and more convinced. Thousands of people, this may be a bit exaggerated, but it seems that it is not difficult for a hundred people to be drunk. They are masters, but in the face of a thousand miles, their master is completely useless. Because everyone's strength is not at all a plane. It is like a group of rabbits facing the tiger, you are a white rabbit black rabbit, a strong rabbit or a speed rabbit, a rabbit in front of the tiger, a slap in the face is a rabbit cake. strength? Everyone is not a heavyweight, what strength do you talk about, and a little joke is about the same.
"Stop and stop, don't chase!!" Read the wind and frost reaction very quickly, knowing that the situation has been drunk into his rhythm, so toss down will become an infinite loop until all of their people are polished .
"Keep the formation, don't disperse, don't chase, to calm down!!" The priest was crying loudly.
They haven't come and discussed who is responsible for the unified command. At this time, everyone who has the idea is shouting out immediately, and there is no time to discuss it. However, the indication of the first-class low temperature is also in line with the public opinion. The other seven big figures have no objection, and they know that they cannot object at this time. Hundreds of people havetened to follow this instruction, no longer attempt to chase after a thousand miles, drunk, and everyone, want to stick to a battle of offense and defense.
But at this time, the drawbacks of their hundreds of different teams from eight different main cities were revealed. Although their proportion is perfect in terms of occupational composition, the players of different teams in different main cities have different habits and use their own understanding. This hundred people have not been able to make an ideal in one time. The formation, for a while, appeared to be a bit messy. First-class low-temperature command, but except for the people he brought, the others were somewhat awkward, and some even couldn’t understand the words of the low-temperature command...
What is even more frightening is that they have not been let go of this drawback. This terrible enemy happened again at this time and when he was reading the wind and frost, he was chatting and giving him a nosebleed. He was also concerned about the "what happened". His fast pace seems to have innumerable avatars. In this time, the team that can't coordinate can get out, and the first-class low temperature that commands the loudest voice is almost killed by him. Thanks to him, he is a priest with a mad body. Gu Fei used the n sword in it and failed to turn him over, and finally had to leave.
Move and move around. This is the most important point for Gu Fei to play for a long time. It is a very dangerous thing to waste such a low temperature here. If a person is inadvertently killed by an opponent, Gu Fei has no good strategy. So he needs to keep moving so that the other person can never capture his position.
The faces of the eight big men are getting more and more ugly. Their people have been steadily decreasing during the process of Gu Fei's dangling. At this time, there have been more than 20 people. The first-class low-temperature command did not see much improvement for a long time. The sound was too loud and it took a thousand miles to get drunk and almost hacked himself.
"This...what is the situation?" Eight people were speechless, and they were suffering from the situation. Some of them couldn’t be cleaned up. They saw a drunken sword in the pocket and a white light flashed.
Some of the elites haven't reacted yet, and they are still nervously looking around, for fear that the black figure will suddenly step forward to themselves. In fact, how difficult is it to have a hundred people standing in a group? The key is that while everyone is not coordinating, there is also Gu Fei in the middle of it, one will rush here to cut, one will run there to kill, the person just stood out of the shape of the team, one of his attacks and spread out Then, when I got back and gathered again, I was turned back after a thousand miles of drunkenness. So repeatedly, how can the low temperature command come over? Gu Fei is only controlling his own rhythm, and he is trying to control the rhythm of a hundred people at the same time, and it is even more difficult.
At this time, Gu Fei has disappeared, and all the people who have come back to God are worried. If you don’t return to God, you will be careful to walk! I found that the other party did not come out to block the ecstasy. As a result, I realized that the person had just left.
"How come suddenly?" The eight big men were confused.
"It is possible to be a conspiracy, everyone is standing soon!!" The first-class low temperature can finally command the people without any trouble, and it is very cherished.
"How is the loss for everyone?" asked the wind and frost.
"I am four."
"I am three here."
"Mom, I hung up five."
"My people are okay, and they are dead."
Everyone reported their losses, and after reading the wind and frost, they watched their own homes and suddenly entered a state of error.
"What's wrong?" Others asked him about his anomaly.
"No wonder he left." Read the wind cream.
"how?"
"We have a total of 29 people hanging." Read the wind cream.
