Dungeon Player

Arthur stabbed a goblin in the head with his sword, but this did not stop him from moving. He quickly came up with a big ax to make up for the damage, destroying their bodies as much as possible to stop them as much as possible.

Although the battles between the players were bloody and violent, with occasional bursts of magic, they were nothing compared to the battles on the side.

In the city main hall, Sherlock and Samael were violently fighting each other, falling into the buildings from time to time, making huge noises, and a series of magic circles appeared in the sky, red lasers washed the ground, and a series of Explosions, and then tons of special effects.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Bang!"

It's probably a sound effect similar to this.

"Although I have praised it many times, I still have to give full marks to this special effect."

When Umekawa Kuko came down from the building, he was clean because he had not participated in the battle from the beginning.

Arthur is already covered in blood, but he has not died yet. Many players have already died once, but the airship has flown to Winterfell under the control of Yoda. Players only need to use the airship to If you resurrect, you can replenish your troops infinitely.

"We can't continue fighting like this, we have to kill the BOSS! The mobs will definitely keep refreshing!"

Just when Umekawa Kuzi came down, Burning Chest Hair, who was holding two daggers, was covered in wounds. There was a big hole in the breastplate. He would definitely need some repairs when he went back. He said excitedly:

"Quick! Pants, go gather everyone in our guild. Leave the mobs to the individual people and other guilds. Let's go fight the BOSS!"

"Fighting the BOSS?" Umekawa Kuzi pressed his burning head and pointed at Sherlock who was punching the opponent in the ruins:

"How do you fight a BOSS battle like that?"

"Which game doesn't involve dying dozens of times to clear up wasteland in a BOSS battle?"

After Burning Chest Hair finished speaking, Arthur nodded:

"Okay, I think chest hair makes sense."

When Umekawa Kuzi heard what Arthur said, he didn't refute and went to call someone.

Although there are many servants of Samael, no matter how many there are, there are no more players than infinite resurrections.

[Pioneer Alliance] The dozens of members of the guild were withdrawn from the battle, which would not have much impact on the battle at all.

So on the battlefield, a very strange scene occurred.

In the outer circle are more than a thousand players, fighting with Samael's servants who are pouring out from all directions.

Not far away, Sherlock was fighting with the immortal Samael in human form.

The guild [Pioneer Alliance] formed by the first test players is currently preparing for the BOSS station in the outer circle.

Polish weapons, distribute food, play tactics and more.

The most important thing is the tactical play. In the game "Dungeon", there is always only one way to fight the BOSS.

Arrange a dozen tanks to resist the BOSS, and then send all DPS to the back of the BOSS for remote output. The melee DPS can die generously at any time.

In addition, the tank responsible for resisting monsters had to take off all its armor except for its shield.

Hoe He had already stripped himself naked, even throwing his weapons on the ground. He only had a shield in his hand. Yoda standing on the airship not far away was watching in shock, but the players did not Mind you, as an NPC, I can understand the behavior pattern of being dazed from time to time.

After everything was ready, Hoe He picked up a huge shield as tall as a goblin and shouted with his butt:

"Let's go! I'll go first!"

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The battle between Sherlock and Samael is still going on, but while supporting the players' constant resurrection of magic power consumption, they also have to deal with Samael's stormy attacks.

After growing a bald fleshy wing from his shoulder, Samael's combat power simply soared to a new level.

The black engraved spiral spear directly hit Sherlock's body with rotating black magic power.

However, the black spear tip was blocked by a rune shield full of magical power.

The shield suddenly appeared from Sherlock's hand, resisting Samael's attack.

"Sherlock, how about you think about my suggestion again? Now hand over Rocky Langkaimi's inheritance, and I will let you go and allow you to become my loyal subordinate. I will completely open the gates of hell in the world, and then... To teach those who claim to be..."

Samael opened his mouth full of sharp teeth, opened his scarlet eyes, and was excitedly telling Sherlock his plan.

But before he finished speaking, there was an inaudible sound that broke through the air from behind his head.

Because the power was too weak, Samael even instinctively ignored it.

But he forgot that he was still in a human body.

"stamp"

An arrow struck Samael's bare fleshy wings with only a few black feathers.

The black liquid that flowed out quickly corroded the arrowhead, and the arrow stick that lost its arrowhead quickly fell off. However, a small hole was inevitably opened on Samael's wing by the bow and arrow. .

Samael turned around and saw several naked goblins holding shields not far away. There was also a goblin wearing a suit of armor and holding a short bow in his hand. It was obvious that this was the one who shot the bow and arrow just now. Goblins.

The other naked goblins beside them shouted excitedly:

"That's awesome! Sister Gas!"

"That's awesome! I thought you were going to hit Lao Xia's head with this arrow!"

"That's awesome. Sister Vas really works hard every day to practice bow and arrow."

"The rise of archery players begins with Sister Vas."

Everyone boasted, and the goblin who was later called Sister Gas once again raised her short bow, drew the bow and nocked an arrow in front of Samael, and then "swish!"

An arrow flew over, flew past Samael's wings, and missed.

"It's okay, Sister Gas, come back and try your best!"

"I'm coming too!"

"Wocao, don't cum in Lao Xia."

A group of players were chattering, and Samael's anger grew stronger and stronger. Being shot by such low-level greenskins who could be called retarded, he was about to lose his mind with anger.

But Samael had no chance to crush those players.

While Samael was distracted, Sherlock had already reached out with one hand, grabbed Samael's hair, and then pushed Samael to the ground.

At the same time, he raised another fist and slammed it on the back of Samael's head.

And those players also shouted and rushed forward, ready to take the opportunity to output.

(PS: I hope you can help me choose a nice name for my daughter. She was born in October. My surname is Wang and my wife’s surname is Zheng)