After becoming a god, I became the dog planner in the mouth of the players

"Hahaha, stupid human beings, they thought that they had absorbed the lessons of Dawn City and became a little smarter, thinking that they even forgot the army that they used to be the best at!"

The musicians also played happily.

The folly of the enemy is, for me, a cheerful ditty, most agreeable.

The brewer was delighted, "Human beings are still the same generation after generation, and we will soon be able to return to Blood Knife Castle to have fun!"

The musician nodded with a smile.

This task looks simpler than imagined, counterattack the underworld, are you kidding me?

Think about it, this is the weakest "middle road army" after all, and it does live up to our "weakest" title.

The musician aimed at the charging players one after another, planning to find a player with the best body shape, and then he would be busy killing the soyed backbone in a while, and make it into an erhu.

Too.

The musicians have found some pairs slightly!

The eyes of those "braves" seem to be... the same as in the impression!

Now!

The musician remembered that the eyes of these "braves" were full of fighting spirit, ecstasy, and joy, but...fear!

The musician is all too familiar with this look.

Then the expression of the army of the underworld going to the present world to have fun?

For the creatures of the underworld, this world is a playground and the benefits of hunting.

It's like drinking and gambling with winemakers and tailors...

How can it be?

Delusion?

Who gave us the courage to use the underworld as a playground?

The kingdom of death here is the destination of all spirits, a nightmare for living creatures!

At this point, the musician's eyes suddenly brightened.

This......

The musician froze.

In fact, the light is too dazzling, it looks extremely gorgeous.

Afterwards, the musician and the brewer both saw that the bodies of a large number of monsters were instantly shattered into a large number of bone "parts" where the light swept.

The attack was so sharp that it was like releasing a large-scale floating elf technique, allowing the body "parts" of the charging bone demon and corpse demon to be suspended in the air.

The musician was taken aback, and jumped up from the seat with a swish, like a needle pricking his ass.

The brewer was also taken aback, flames jumped in his eye sockets, and the two soul fires almost jumped out of his eye sockets.

"Spirituality? Yes, like some kind of spell?"

It has to be said that the vision of the winemaker is not bad.

Just look at the strength of the players at a glance, and they have reached the level of elf envoys.

As for conjuration, this is actually not particularly unusual.

for example.

return curse.

Although the scope of use is quite narrow, and it can only be used on the blood of ancestors, the price is still astonishing.

The winemaker suddenly realized, "I invented a special spell, no wonder I have the guts to invade the underworld, but any spell will have to pay a price... Musicians step up their efforts, and soon this group of people will be able to use special spells." "Yong

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Those who "will be completely consumed!"

The musician nods.

The opinion of the winemaker is also recognized.

For ordinary people, if they want to use spells, they can only spend their lives or lifespan at the cost.

Although it is true that the combat power has been increased, but people have less vitality or life energy to consume?

The winemaker's previous astonishment completely dissipated, and he praised, "Is it a tactic of breaking the boat and sinking the boat? It's not bad. I think we can have a celebration banquet in half an hour!"

The musician nodded, feeling that what the winemaker said made sense.

But I don't know why, I can't help but have pairs of eyes in my mind, those eyes playing games!

After thinking about it, he immediately took the bone flute and played another sacrificial song.

A sound wave filled the air, and all the bone demons and corpse demons immediately besieged the players even more fiercely.

So what if a new spell is invented?

After all, the lifespan is exhausted before it can "dance" for a short time. To put it bluntly, it is still a weak bedbug!

"Haha, these silly bone demons are a little weaker than imagined!"

"Damn it, it only costs 30 experience points to kill one, which is too little, okay, I have to kill a little bit, the opportunity is so rare that you have to be level 20!"

"Fuck, don't grab people's heads indiscriminately!"

"Sorry sorry!"

After the killing started, the players were completely terrified of the bone demons and corpse demons.

Although these guys are very big, and because the undead system is very scary, but also because of the bones or zombies, the movements are somewhat clumsy.

And for the players, this is a flaw and an opportunity.

In just a short while, some "feels" began to appear one after another.

In other words, the players have begun to have a new understanding of their own strength.

"Everyone is too deep, and the companions are too scattered. After releasing the combat skills, pay attention to switching, and don't be beaten to death during the cooldown of the skills!"

Lin Fan swept across with his sword, splitting the Bone Demon in half instantly, paying attention to the situation of all the players, and reminding everyone that they were too overhead, so that they besieged to death.

Lin Fan's suggestion is still very useful.

All the players who killed their heads put in some effort and paid more attention to the positioning and cooperation with their teammates.

One.

The special effects of sword skill activation everywhere, compared to before, started to be misplaced.

After the first batch of players released their sword skills and dealt enough damage from their skills, the second group of players who had completed their preparations for releasing their sword skills would be the first to release their sword skills and make up for their positions.

This short dislocation has completely the same effect.

It's almost like a seamless connection, directly protecting the inner circle for players who have released their combat skills and entered the period between stiffness and skill cooling, greatly reducing casualties.

And after you lose, the players who have released their combat skills before will have new skills ready!

One.

Players are like incarnations of hard-working "farmers". After the special effects of combat skills sounded, they directly harvested the swarming bone demons and corpse demons.

One crop after another, like harvesting wheat.

The sweat is swayed, full of joy of harvest.

The aborigine warriors guarding the mouth of Laba Valley were also excited when they saw the players' fighting methods.

The fear of the bone demon army in the underworld disappeared bit by bit!

That's...humans!

Proudly living in the world, standing upright alive...human beings!

Time passes.

Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

The musicians and winemakers sat down alike.

Although the most lacking of the double layer is monsters, but can it withstand such killing?

Even if they gather troops again, it will take time.

They can care about the life and death of these low-level monsters, but they can care about winning or losing.

We can defeat even the weakest middle army, how can we die laughingly?

The winemaker also returned to his previous calmness, which was unbelievable.

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"What's the matter? This is half a child. It stands to reason that this kind of spell that consumes life and life span should be decades old...Why are you still so young?"

The musician also looked puzzled, a little sure, "Is it an illusion? The big bald head seemed to be hacked to death before. Is it a special spell? I thought they turned into colorful bubbles and disappeared after death. In order to prevent the corpses from gnawing and refining Corpse monsters, but they seem...can be resurrected?"

The winemaker was taken aback.

Can be resurrected?

How can this be?

Possibly, absolutely possible!

Resurrection, that can be the authority of Pluto!

And Pluto, our monarch, our protector of these dead creatures!

The soul fire in the brewer's eyes jumped sharply, and he vowed, "There must be some weird new spell. After resurrection, I must sacrifice some precious things as the price, such as vitality, lifespan, emotion and so on!"

The musician nods.

"Maybe feelings, for some demon kings of the underworld, love, family affection, and friendship are all very precious food!"

The brewer's soul jumped, and he said, "For some power, we sacrificed unscrupulously. Human beings are still weak and pitiful!"

kill!

The musician immediately walked towards the death waltz Chapter 2, and immediately, the elemental power of the body of the bone demon and corpse demon soared.

I'm already getting a little tired of this performance of sacrificing poor worms.

Let's draw a perfect ending for this concert!

This is art!

The death song played on the battlefield, with death as the note and killing as the beat, beautiful and elegant!

At this point, a cry of surprise from a player suddenly came from the scene.

"Fuck, these bone demons seem to have been upgraded. After killing them, the experience points increased from 30 points to 40 points!"

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The musician was very angry about the fact that the weak human beings were only waiting to be killed, and they tried to raise them in captivity.