C1217 Wind Wolf
C1217 Wind Wolf
"Dongfang Qingyu!" Although he was angry, at the same time, he also felt a lingering fear.
The same thing happened many times. There were curses everywhere. Among them, the ones with the most powerful curses were the people from the Sasha's Studio. Dongfang Qingyu had chosen a very clever position. It happened to be in the range of the Sasha's Studio. A five hundred meter long storm line had caused the False Forbidden Curse to cause tremendous damage to the Sasha's Studio. More than ten thousand members, nearly twenty thousand of them had died.
"Dongfang Qingyu, give me an explanation for what you did!" Han Shasha's eyes were filled with anger. If it wasn't for the fact that scolding people would damage her image, she would have scolded Dongfang Qingyu's ancestors all the time.
Dongfang Qingyu, who had consumed one Substitute Puppet, couldn't hear what Han Shasha said. The battlefield was huge. It was so noisy. Even with the magic loudspeaker, it was useless. However, Dongfang Qingyu felt very satisfied that he could see Han Shasha roaring angrily.
The False Forbidden Spell was so powerful that many of the equipment was destroyed in the storm. Those that could be left behind were top grade, Superior Grade, and even top grade. There was nothing wrong with it. copper coin, silver coins, and gold coins could not be damaged. These were the system's settings. It had nothing to do with quality.
When players encountered danger, they would always be the first to run. When they encountered benefits, they would run faster than anyone else. The void created by the False Forbidden Spell was like a huge magnet, attracting all the players.
"Run!"
"I'm not greedy, I just need to pick up an item!"
"That item is mine. Don't let anyone else snatch it first!"
...
The players had already used up all their strength as they prayed in their hearts. Their eyes were fixed on the equipment and their breathing became rapid. However, when the players were about to get close to the equipment that they wanted, the Level 8 Devil Soldiers that suddenly stood up was like a cold water that poured down on their heads. It was cold from head to toe. Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Creak -
The sound of the soles of their feet rubbing against the ground could be heard. One-third of the players were so scared that they turned around and ran. One-third of the players were hesitant. One-third of the players were willing to risk everything for the sake of their equipment. Not only did they not stop, but they also sped up their sprint.
"You don't know the difference between life and death!" Dongfang Qingyu, who was flying at full speed, sneered and ordered in his mind. The Level 8 Devil Soldiers only moved for a split second. It shot out. Without the need to increase his speed by a certain distance, his speed had reached its peak. It completely went against Newton's law.
The Players had already calculated the time. From the charging speed to the acceleration, the Level 8 Devil Soldiers arrived at their side. It would take 3.5 seconds. He would only have 2 seconds left before rushing to the front of the equipment. 0.5 seconds to pick up the items, 1 second to activate the skill and escape. The time was just right. Who knew that what awaited him in the next second would be the Level 8 Devil Soldiers's fist.
"Octa Fist!"
The player's body exploded into pieces.
Because they were unable to attract all the Level 8 Devil Soldiers over, there were only 42 of them that were destroyed by the False Forbidden Magic. However, to the players, 42 of them was already a doomsday tsunami. 42 Revival Level 8 Devil Soldiers rushed in all directions, destroying all players who had malicious intentions. In just a few seconds, thousands of players died and logged off, and the Light of Death rained down like rain.
The Revival Level 8 Devil Soldiers was like a heavy tank, crushing everything. There were also many fish that had fallen into the net. The Resurrected Elves in the sky was in charge of dealing with them, and 100% accuracy made it difficult for the players to take even a single step.
Xiyou Xiaozuanfeng, Small Pudding Guoguo, and the others used their fastest speed to clean up the battlefield. It was originally not easy to clean up everything within a 500 meter radius, but with the Wings of the Demon, things became simple.
Because many fish were affected by the Forbidden Curse, and the players were jealous of Dongfang Qingyu for seeing so many top grade and top grade equipment. Seeing that they could not do anything to Dongfang Qingyu, they wanted to complain to the Open Sesame. The 36 riders saw that there were still 8 Level 8 Devil Soldiers that were still alive, so they quietly blocked the players who were complaining.
In the hearts of the 36 Knights, the number of players who complained was multiplied by 10 and still couldn't compare to the weight of Dongfang Qingyu. Because 10 times the number of players could not eliminate the remaining 8 Level 8 Devil Soldiers, but Dongfang Qingyu could.
Only Han Shasha's message, the 36 Knights responded with a few words. But it was also a perfunctory statement. Dongfang Qingyu's team had been assassinated several times, although they did not know who it was. However, the 36 riders were basically able to see the essence of the situation from the surface. They could roughly guess that it had something to do with the Sasha's Studio.
Dongfang Qingyu was also a person who returned the favor. The leader of the 36 riders had taken care of the flies. He had brought 42 Revival Level 8 Devil Soldiers with him to deal with 8 Level 8 Devil Soldiers. He would use numbers to bully the few. Adding the Resurrected Elves and Dongfang Qingyu's own team, they basically sent the Level 8 Devil Soldiers back to their hometown after a few attacks. They only spent a little time on their journey, and the time they spent killing each other was close to zero. When Dongfang Qingyu and the others were chasing after the last Level 8 Devil Soldiers, the battlefield changed once again.
A whirlwind shot out from the crack, and wherever it passed... The players were instantly killed. The 36 riders could clearly see that the whirlwind was like a blade. The battlefield was like a piece of tofu. The whirlwind whistled past, splitting the battlefield in half. This three-meter wide line was the line of death.
The scarlet damage numbers, the blooming grey light of death, and the miserable screams came to an end as the whirlwind stopped. A hill-sized green wolf appeared in front of everyone's eyes. There was a symbol of a whirlwind on the spot between their eyebrows.
Many people who had killed monsters in the grasslands could see it with a single glance. It was the Gale Wolf. However, compared to the Gale Wolf in front of them, the Gale Wolf that they had killed before was like a primary school student who had never been out of society.
"Boss!"
It was unknown which player shouted, but the entire battlefield immediately moved. Like a surging tide, it flowed towards the Gale Wolf. After killing for so long, a Boss finally appeared. How could the players not be excited?
However, they did not notice that whether it was the Sasha's Studio or the Life Alliance, they all maintained silence. Those experts who were often ranked on the leaderboards also did not move. They looked at those players who were shouting and rushing forward, their eyes filled with ridicule.
The Boss represented experience, occurrence rate, glory, or fame. But the Boss itself was a synonym for danger.
"Awoo!"
The mournful howl reminded people of a wolf standing at the top of a mountain at midnight. The howl of the moon was filled with loneliness and loneliness. The howl suppressed the sounds of battle on the battlefield. When the players' minds were in a slight coma, the Gale Wolf started to spin.