Eight against four.
Ah no, it's seven against four now.
[Wind of Winter] died honorably after holding three people for two minutes for the team.
One of his arms was cut off, and he was cut in many places, but the most deadly one was the arrow that pierced his heart.
The three turned their heads panting, and looked at the archers with grateful eyes.
They thought they were quick enough to get help from the enemy, but they found that all their teammates had been killed, and the hidden assassin fled.
[Turbo Duck] Did not give the three of them a chance to surrender, so they took the lead and chopped it up.
[Nicole] She didn't show her strength when playing long-range, and now the duel fighter finally has a place to use.
The weapon she used was the gauntlet, which was the only piece of equipnt she had exchanged from the goblin artisan with all her contribution points, and the defensive accessories were all standard weapons.
She used her ntal power to influence the other party's thinking at close range, and suddenly felt a montary trance when the opponent swung the sword. When he recovered, the short [Neko] had already got into his arms, and the gauntlet hit him hard. On the chest, the triangular iron thorns protruding from the joints pierced through the breastplate, piercing him directly.
The **** iron spike was withdrawn, and the triangular wound was extrely difficult to heal, and a large stream of blood gushed out.
The soldier looked at his chest in disbelief. His armor was carefully crafted by the craftsn of the kingdom. How could it be so easily broken.
The number of enemies is reduced by one more.
The only two remaining fighters were in disarray.
The assassin, fleeing alone, had given up the fight and ran to the border shouting surrender, only to receive no response.
He looked desperately at the audience with indifferent eyes on the viewing platform.
Well, there is no surrender chanism, those words are used to coax them into playing.
The assassin turned his head to look at the two teammates who were surrounded, and after they were killed, he was left alone.
As the saying goes, he fought to the death and lived to the death. His small universe burst out in the predicant, and his throat cracked his lungs. It's a pity that the sound can't be used as an output tool here, but it has attracted the attention of the shooter instead.
The shooter of the Archers Mutual Aid Club was looking for a vent for the death of his teammate just now, and now seeing him roaring from the border, he found the target in an instant.
"That's the one who killed my brother!"
One raised his hand to activate the crossbow, and the other followed suit and shot an arrow at the assassin.
Although anger can stimulate the potential of human beings, it will also reduce the IQ of human beings. The assassin forgot to use the shadow escape when charging, and beca a living target for the two.
Although the mbers of the Archers Mutual Aid Association are known for their backstabs, they still can't even hit a moving target running towards them from a place hundreds of ters away without any shelter.
At this ti, just think of him as a teammate and avoid shooting as much as possible. The two imagine him as a teammate, and the arrow can avoid the straight line of the assassin's sprint.
The assassin didn't know what they were thinking, and when he saw the two shooting arrows, he deliberately dodged left and right to avoid it, but this made him bump into the missed arrow, causing the assassin to catch several arrows with his body.
"Mistgrass~ Our move is very good, as long as we don't aim at him, we can shoot~"
An archer who thought he had unearthed the wealth code decided to aim and shoot according to this routine.
The assassin's body endured several arrows without falling, until he was hit by an arrow in the knee, and then he fell to the ground like a dog eating shit.
The two archers gradually approached him, and ca to him to make up the knife on the head.
Convinced by the defeat of the two who had predicted his position, the assassin went peacefully to the Land of Elysium.
But if he knew the truth, he didn't know if he would be so angry that he would cheat the corpse in place.
On the other side, the last two fighters were desperate. Not only were they suppressed in number, but their aura was also gone, and they were quickly picked up by several players.
Du Wei breathed a sigh of relief. He originally thought that the bronze group was the player's weakness, but he didn't expect that with the promotion of the mbers of the Neigui Mutual Aid Association, it would beco a crushing ga, and the situation was easier than the black iron ga.
Each person in the black iron group gets one point, each person in the bronze group gets two points, and each person in the silver group gets ten points, which ans that even if Du Wei in the silver group loses completely, he can still win the battle.
Sander had a complicated expression on his face. He glanced at the agent who ca with him, and then at the agent of the Solomon family sitting in the chairman's seat.
Even if he wins the next ga, he has no chance of winning, so there is no need to play in the ga.
The chubby Royer family agent seed to see Sander's thoughts. He blew away the mist on the tea and took a sip, then stood up and said to the Solomon family agent, "Sander is playing as a nobleman. How can the calculated points be compared with those of the civilians, I think that as a nobleman, his points should be five tis that of the civilians."
Du Wei suddenly turned his head to look at the agent of the Royer family. This kind of proposal should not be ntioned sooner or later, but it was made when they were about to lose, and the intention of targeting it was too obvious.
The gold-level coercion spread from Du Wei all over the audience.
Those who originally wanted to help or quarrel shut their mouths tightly, and there was a sudden silence in the room, all of them turned their attention to Pence Solomon, the agent of the Solomon family.
Pence's two guards released the breath of the sa gold level, dispelling Du Wei's coercion.
"Huh~" Burns said with a chuckle How can the lives of our nobles be compared with those of the untouchables, as it should be. "
hehe!
Du Wei sneered in his heart. Under the background of this era, the nobles who only had status really took themselves seriously.
That is to say, most of the forr powerhouses have fallen. Otherwise, in this world where the power of extraordinary people far exceeds that of ordinary people, unless they have the power equal to their status, no one will submit to power.
"Presumably Doug Victor has no objection to this."
Pence asked a seemingly fair question, but who would really care about Du Wei's opinion.
Kent Raphael, who ca with him, looked at Du Wei. He wanted to help speak, but he was afraid of the despotic power of another Raphael family agent and Pence Solomon.
Du Wei patted him on the shoulder and smiled at everyone, "It doesn't matter, it's just that the sword has no eyes on the field, and my followers will not show rcy because of your noble status."
Du Wei deliberately put the emphasis on the words "noble status".
lose?
What about losing?
He ca to participate in this kind of highly partial battle, and he didn't have the fluke ntality of being treated fairly after winning.
Even if they win all the way and win the laurel crown, those so-called big nobles will find other reasons to embarrass themselves, and they will turn their faces in the end.
The reason why I ca to participate is mainly for training, to provide players with a place to fight with stronger natives, to warm up for the situation they will face in the future, and to show the strength of their own people. The family will definitely retreat in the face of difficulties, and those who still want to make trouble co over to touch it.
It just so happens that I can justifiably release a new main line, guide players to attack from both sides, and attack the Sigma barrier.
At that ti, the eastern provinces will be quickly annexed, and the negotiating capital on the table will not be limited to a corner of Victor County.
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