I'll take a look, Big Wolf Brother, Yinglong, and HSSCWM, the monthly ticket doubles start from the 27th, you're moving too fast... It's so sad, I'm going to have a stomach ulcer again...
Anyway, I don’t have enough 500 votes to collect, so you can do whatever you want...
Well, there is some common sense involved below, but I have never played slut, so don’t blame me if I write it wrong...
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Druids?
Druids...
The wings pounced on the air, and the four druids gathered in the surrounding air, from giant eagles to swans, they restored themselves from their incarnations, surrounding the psychic warlock from four angles. The black wooden mask was covered with
The woman took a step back and began to integrate and remind.
"Is it him?" "Arrogant bastard..." "Be careful, he is a very strong spellcaster and will use some weird abilities, don't attack him with flames."
"These guys are really spoiled..." The high and low words made the psychic warlock shake their heads: "What do you think this is? League of Legends for elementary school students?
Or brainless pressing is a good comment, but unfortunately, only the psychic warlock himself understands the meaning.
Edward once swept the soldiers, killed some soldiers, and even dealt with some giants in front of the two armies, but for him, it was not a battle - fighting an opponent who was much weaker than him was at best just a barrier to trouble.
And if we lose this kind of small fight, the battles he experiences often face death.
White Dragon, Tres, Lich Incabguros, Thinker Katzejek, a city of drow, a gathering place of spiritual sucking monsters, Seraphites, and even gods like Rose should
A battle like this has already made his nerves tough as iron, and he can't be said to control every centimeter of battlefield. But at least, he will not make some basic mistakes.
These guys will not be opponents either.
Even the oldest one in front of you is just a trick that appears uniformly during winter and summer vacations - noisy and quarrels. Simple thinking and no tactical literacy. Apart from cheating teammates and swallowing points, there is no
Other expertise.
Tree people, thorns and other things must rely on the ground. Even those scorpions and centipedes are not flying creatures. Although the wild transformation of the druids can turn them into birds of prey, most of the attacks of birds are pounces.
Strikes rely too much on air and gravity. How can their advantages in close combat be compared with tigers and wolves? As for things like sky fire, thunder and lightning, it is impossible to be more powerful than mages of the same level.
, Edward could not take it seriously at all.
And these idiots didn't try to transfer the battlefield.
Thoughts were fleeting. At this time, four druids were all drawn together to draw a complicated gesture, and then shouted: "Thunder Summoning Technique!" So the surrounding light suddenly darkened, and a layer of rolling suddenly appeared.
The dark clouds covered it, and as a druid slashed one hand from top to bottom. Then a shiny thunder instantly crossed dozens of feet away, cutting the sky and falling straight to the head of the black-robed mage.
boom!
The druids didn't have time to be surprised at how easy it was to succeed... because after the lightning flash, the enemy was still standing there.
The lightning seemed to hit, but it seemed to be completely ineffective, passing through the black shadow and blasted straight towards the land below. The black human, as if nothing had happened, seemed to have electricity passing through the body. But it seemed like a phantom...
"What's going on?" "Continue! Kill him!"
I can't understand how precise control it takes to jump in a moment of time. In the minds of primary school students, there is only attack, attack...
The reason why Thunder Summoning Technique has become one of the favorite fighting methods of the druids is because the power of this magic is continuous. As long as the dark clouds condensed by the gods are still there, the caster's spirit is concentrated, and a
The command can emit lightning from it once! The four druids combined, even the defense caster's strongest spell casting will be consumed bit by bit by bit by bit. If the opponent's ability is not good, three or four lightning bolts will be
, it is enough to make the opponent a piece of coke!
However, the next lightning failed to arrive as expected. When the druids reached out and pointed at the black target, the incomprehensible words made them furious.
"Come on Ya'an!"
"Apple genius, Nokia good guy!"
"There is no chance to appeal to the Red Chamber! Guo Meimei
...
For magic and divine power, one explanation is that they are one and the same, but they are different in terms of usage. One is to use its own thought power to curl the magic net and accumulate energy, while the other needs to be operated by God and
Transmission, but no matter what, the way of releasing these powers is almost the same. Using human posture and words as a medium and with the guidance of spiritual power, as long as this spell or magic is needed, it is indispensable.
Actions, media, and speech are called spell casting components. Although powerful spellcasters can use some skills to make these things work in advance during the preparation process, it will cost after all, which will lead to the need for spell energy.
Increase, so for some casters, the kind of spells that only require one action or one word, they usually don't try their best to make up for the omissions.
However, in front of a psychic warlock, some seemingly insignificant will become fatal weaknesses—
"Ya'an... Come on!... Nokia's good guy! Apostle Sage Saigao, Sun Zha's good friend..."
"Guo Meimei's three major broadcasts! Big or big or big or big or big or small or 208:94:244:98...
The four druids let go of their throats and kept reciting ridiculous spells, but let the sweat drops of beans roll down their foreheads, and let the sounds they shouted out loud, the simple magical spell,
The words that touch the upper and lower lips are simply so simple that they can't say... The sound is broken down and recast as soon as it bursts out of their throats. It can't trigger the clouds in addition to making someone happy.
Any lightning spark!
Psychic power? Manipulates sounds and can shape and change existing sounds. This Psychic power is a caster that relies on all language components.
The only magic props that cannot be operated by this mental power.
The woman in the black wood mask flashed, and a green luster was inspired from her raised hand. The ring was stored in this magic storage ring. The green light could dissolve all the effects of magic.
In the impression of the druid, it is not only enough to remove the other party's strange evil method that restricts the four companions, but also enough to erase a person's flying technique and make him fall from the air!
But facing his black figure, he just turned his gaze slightly, his silver eyes swept over her calmly, and the sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be stronger.
The green glow shines by the black burqa.
But nothing.
It seemed as if just a ray of sunlight passed by. There was no energy turbulence. Without the color of elimination, the roars of several druids were still strange and hoarse, but the figure still stood in the air. A black robe floated slightly in the wind in the air.
.The light and shadow outlined mottled darkness on the soft velvet surface, which kept twisting and dancing as the breeze blew, like a group of ghosts surrounding him.
So the woman couldn't help but be shocked. She stared at the terrible enemy in front of her, as if she couldn't figure out why the magic that was infused by the elders was enough to unlock most of the spells did not work...
"Do you think your accomplices have not arrived yet? So you still have hope?"
The human in the black robe suddenly spoke slowly.
His lips exposed under the shadow of the hood did not rise or fall at all, but the strange sound made every druid tremble, because the sound rang word by word in their hearts, making them dizzy for a moment
.
"No...that's..." The female druid's eyes flashed, and he suddenly remembered that the eagle man in his hand was the one among another group of companions. In other words...
"You have killed them?" she said word by word, but she didn't believe it in her heart.
How is this possible? There are five druids in their group, including two highly respected old druid leaders. Although they set out in groups, they are comparable to their own team's speed.
After this, the speed was slowed down due to the explosion, and observing the battlefield was just a time less than an hourglass scale. How could he give all the five people in such a short time...
Or the news finally had some refreshing effect. The four druids finally reacted "normal" and began to try to use other means...
But, it's too late.
A true mage needs to enrich himself through constant battles in addition to learning. This is a famous saying by Hawking. The caster who has not practiced this sentence may only be like these druids in front of him.
A normal mage has changed its means at the first moment, and it will never be delayed for so long.
So, at that moment, they saw only a bright and dazzling light emitted from a black staff. The light was like sharp swords piercing the thick clouds and mist, reflecting the mist into a dazzling white.
An electric ring pops out from the fingers of the psychic warlock and instantly turns into a terrifying flash current. He directs the electric light to jump between the four druids and pulls them away from the spot! The terrifying current, in the blink of an eye
Turn the two druids into a piece of coke!
The woman wearing a dark wood mask screamed and rushed towards the electric ring!
A layer of green light spread out on her mask, detonating the lightning! Then she pushed her back dozens of feet away! She shook her, trying hard to stand firm, but her thinking could no longer control her body, and finally fell heavily.
On the black wood's mask, the magic luster darkened and finally cracked with a crackling sound, revealing its face.
Edward couldn't help but whistle frivolously.
When we first met, the girl's long green hair was burning brightly in the flash, so he didn't pay attention, but at this moment, the short green hair could only softly stick to the tips of her forehead and temples, so it was exposed.
The thin and sharp, pink auricles trembled slightly in the wind, making her face particularly pity.
"Half-elves, aren't they...elf?"
The feeling of self-hypnosis gave the psychic warlock enough time to distinguish. The pair of delicate ears, white and light pink, longer and pointed, plus the emerald green eyes, slightly slim corners, and
It looks even more slender and refined than the half-elves population, which is enough to reveal the facts.
"So there are still some remaining." After being stunned, Edward smiled.
Decades have passed since the war between humans and elves, and elves have crossed the central mountain range. However, elves have a long lifespan and excellent abilities. Even if one and a half are left occasionally, it is not that new, of course for someone to come.
It is said that it has fulfilled a small wish - but has not seen such a famous human subspecies in another world. It is a bit flawed.
This brief pause is undoubtedly another humiliation for the enemy.
The woman's great sacrifice saved the two young men behind her, and the two remaining druids looked at each other and roared together, rushing towards the enemy, and while striking, the figure turned into two.
A huge and colorful tiger!
The roar was like thunder and the body was like electricity. They didn't know what secret technique they used to be able to move in the air!
The human in black robe just took back his gaze and looked at them expressionlessly. The silver gaze seemed to have extreme ridicule, as if these two wild beasts were just naughty little cats.
So the two tigers attacked fiercely and wanted to use their sharp claws to pull away the arrogant smile, pull out his internal organs, and let him experience his anger!
The moment the claw tip touched the black robe, the psychic warlock's body retreated back... and avoided the tiger's sharp claws just right. Then, it seemed that it was unintentional to let go of the birdman's corpse and twisted it casually.
There was a light sound.
A druid who turned into a tiger felt that his body had become very, very light, so light that he could not feel the weight at all... The only clear feeling was the coldness of death.
"When did he take action?" This was his first thought after he fell down.
It was also his last thought.
Darkness finally came, blurring his last consciousness.
Let the messenger float down. It's not because he's faster than a tiger, but because he seems to know what the druid is going to do next. Although the four tiger claws intertwined, he's floating up and down, always avoiding it in advance
The other party's actions.
"Prevent the enemy first!" the female elf shouted.
It was too late to understand why the magic she had just removed the auxiliary spells from the other party... Last night, she still remembered the ferocity of the strange sharp blade in the hand of that terrifying human. She dared not forget it!
roar!
Amid the screams, the last druid had been pierced by countless crystals!
The psychic swayed his head, and the tentacles of thinking turned invisibly, and the druid's body fell softly from the air.
The woman's body fell down softly, shook her head in disbelief.
Everything around me finally became quiet, with only the sound of the whizzing wind always resounding over the silent battlefield, giving people an unreal feeling, as if the bloody battle that just happened was just a dream.
But that's not a dream.
That human, the source of that nightmare, was right in front of her, staring at her and smiling coldly.
The surging green halo expanded outward, covering dozens of feet around the female elf, filling it with strong energy, filtering out some blood from the wind, and replacing it with a fragrance like the orange forest before the harvest.
The power returned to her body with the halo... The female elf struggled to hold her up and couldn't help but breathe deeply. The strong energy swept away the fear and doubt in her mind, and the one holding her tightly
The pressure finally dissipated.
This power is somewhat close to the holy abode in the divine arts, but replaced by natural energy.
The cognition in my heart made the psychic gaze flash slightly, and the silver pupils reflected small shadows from far to near... It was a red-mouthed black falcon, not big, but extremely keen, this world
A few creatures that fly faster than the Warcraft.
Of course, the red-billed black falcon that usually only lives on the edge of the forest will not leave Lao Cao easily, and this cannot be an ordinary bird.
So Edward stood quietly in the air, no longer trying to attack the remaining poor man, but just watched the black falcon approaching like lightning, and then his body flipped in the air, and the light and shadows surged, and a tall figure was already standing in the air.
This was a man over seven feet tall, with wide shoulders and gray and hard hair, which made him look as powerful as a warrior. Only the broad-minded brown and gray cloak that was like a tree bark gave him
Some of his spellcasters' mystery. The shoulders on both sides of the robe were inlaid with fine leather. When you look closely, there were bears, deer, tigers, and wolfs, as well as some wild beast fur that was difficult to distinguish.
"Well, young and powerful humans, with your strength, must they be killed?"
The druid spoke with his eyes swept across the surroundings.
The wrinkles on his face, which were full of traces of wind and frost from time to time, showed that he was no longer young, but his age did not make him weak. Whether it was his gaze like a falcon or his straight back, he made his whole body penetrate.
There is a calm, but hard majesty.
"We are the enemies."
“They became your enemy because you robbed their stuff…
"I took Blahawk's things, but when you chased them, hostility was already doomed. It was the thing you chose yourself, you were already on the battlefield; you were betting on each other's lives, fighting for strength
Since the battlefield has been on, I must be conscious of being wiped out... When the enemy comes, I will kill it and knock it down, so that it will decay it. If I don't do this, I will be killed, knocked down, and be
Forced to decay... This is the only principle of survival. No one can violate it. No one can do it. No one can do it. No one can do it. Whether it is a god, a demon, a strange monster... it is me, you, or him, it can't do it.
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"The survival of the fittest is eliminated. The strong prey on the weak." The spiritual warlock said calmly.
"The survival of the fittest, the survival of the jungle..." This strange word made a shadow rise between the old druid's eyebrows, and a little angry, a thoughtful look buried in the wrinkles: "Then, these children are, too