Building a sect from scratch

"Three teams, three teams! The team whose tank has recovered mana will have 1 deduction for the team! Damn, how come there is only one left!"

"Those who can use thunder magic! Those who can use thunder magic can cast skills slowly! Don't waste mana! Don't make enemies! If you don't have mana, run out to recover!"

"Those who are lighting fires, don't stop! You should take turns to set fires! It's too dark and you can't see it if you don't light it!"

"Those who are too low in level, don't come forward to take the debuff! Go and tie up the torches!"

"Fuck that guy! That Cumin! The Cumin from team three! Can you do it! Why are you still making enemies! Use your strength! Use your strength!!"

In the group microphone, the team leader Wang Ergou was commanding at the top of his lungs, and more than a dozen players were busy throwing skills around the BOSS. But because everyone was communicating in the team channel, there was silence all around, with only the sound of footsteps and weapons breaking through the air, which looked very strange.

Many people speculated that it might be because the players were too low-level and had no strong skills, which led to the unstable hatred of the BOSS. It often inexplicably began to shift its attack targets, so the more witty players with short legs would run away to "clear hatred" after a few hits. For a while, the number of dead players was surprisingly only two or three.

However...

"Captain, his two characters are 'Jie Ran', not 'Zi Ran'..."

Someone in the team channel said.

"Nine out of ten captains are blind, and one is a read radical, which is normal."

"It's so funny, the lonely and cold literary ID style suddenly turned into kebab flavor, hahaha..."

"Wait, aren't tanks all meat!? Whose good tanks have to run fast!? Why is this game so fat!?"

Wang Ergou, who was nervously commanding, did not look at the extremely silly team chat channel, and was still shouting passionately: "Come here quickly if you are resurrected! Lao Han, I see your avatar is lit up, come quickly! There are not enough tanks! Zi Ran can't hold on !”

“And the Emperor! Run faster! Although you are low level and have little attack power! But at least you can still be a cannon fodder and take some damage!”

Among the dozen players, there are only a few who have drawn the [Godspeed] skill. There are only three players online and Han Tiaotiao who are still in the group. If you count the [Wind Control] skill that can barely escape the BOSS, there are only five players who can kite the BOSS. The damage of the BOSS is really ridiculous. Players also have a debuff that continuously loses blood. If they are tickled three or four times, their health bars will be exhausted.

Among these five players, except for Zhao Qing (Zhu Tu Mengjin) who has run out of mana and is meditating to recover, Han Tiaotiao who has just resurrected, and the two dead players with the [Godspeed] skill, the entire group is left with Ji Ran and another player whose level is too low and can only be a spare tire, struggling to support.

"Master Ziran, work hard! Try to be the fastest man in the server!"

Some players who were just looking for fun shouted directly, but they didn't expect that the boss who was chasing Jieran would suddenly turn around and run towards the shouting player.

"Fuck! This plot is wrong!"

Seeing this scene, many players immediately gloated in the team channel.

"You are so mean, hahaha!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Get out of the way and let him die!"

"No, I think I can still save him!"

Fortunately, Jieran had just refreshed the CD of the skill [Godspeed], so he ran a long way and stabbed the boss several times with the inferior iron sword he took from the sect camp.

The iron sword seemed to pierce the stone, and there were two muffled sounds. The health bar of the boss seemed to be completely unchanged, but he finally turned his attention back to Jieran.

"Wow, thank you Ziran for saving my life! You are my real father!!"

"? You don't have to?"

"You male players are so good at playing tricks!"

"Ziran: I don't have such a fool!"

"Wait, isn't it called 'Jieran'?"

There was a commotion in the team chat channel. Wang Ergou glanced at it and reminded in the team microphone: "Don't talk in the game! To avoid grudges! If you want to talk, delete it in the team!"

Immediately, he stared nervously at Jieran, who was scratched by the BOSS and only had bloody skin left, and began to give bad ideas : "Ziran, if you can't do it, try climbing a tree! Your health is too dangerous! If you die, we're done!"

"Hiss... What a bad idea! Climbing a tree is a bit difficult, right?"

"Will climbing a tree help you get rid of your enemies?"

"Isn't that the point? Shouldn't the point be that no decent person can climb a tree?!"

"Fuck you! Look! He really can!"

The players saw that Jieran, who had heard Wang Ergou's bad idea, turned around and jumped, and climbed up a tall tree in a few steps, barely keeping his health bar at the bottom, and they were all stunned.

However, the incompetent and furious BOSS would not climb a tree, but would change its target. Seeing that it couldn't scratch Jieran, the BOSS's head suddenly turned 180 degrees, and rushed to the closest player with the [Godspeed] skill who was ready to take over the revenge amid everyone's screams of fear.

This player, the only one in the team except for the remaining skin, was originally a casual player. He was online for a short time every day. He only played by picking trees and picking up trash. His level was almost the lowest among the internal test players. He didn't even have time to draw Qi into his body, so he was stunned the moment the BOSS rushed over.

Wang Ergou yelled in the group microphone: "What are you doing! Run away from the BOSS!"

However, the next second, the BOSS slapped the player away.

"Finished!"

Wang Ergou was just about to try to resist by himself when he found that Jieran, who had climbed the tree, had slipped down again, broke off a branch and threw it at the BOSS's head, successfully drawing back the hatred.

The next second, as the BOSS rushed over, Jieran dodged behind the tree and successfully made the BOSS hit the tree. With a loud bang, the crown of the tree shook off a bunch of messy leaves, slowing down the pace of the BOSS's pursuit, causing Jieran to leap several meters away.

"Fuck, it can be like this!"

The players who saw Jieran's showmanship in the team channel were amazed and returned to the rhythm of scraping the BOSS before.

"You are really a talent, Ziran!"

Wang Ergou screamed in fear.

Han Tiaotiao didn't know the specific situation, but he could hear the urgency of the situation. He typed while hurrying on his way: "Hold on for two more minutes! I'll be there soon!"

Zhao Qing also volunteered: "I've recovered a little mana, and I can come over to take over."

Wang Ergou hurriedly distracted himself and said: "No, no, save your mana for burst. We've been fighting for more than ten minutes before the BOSS has a little blood. If you waste mana on the BOSS, it will be a big loss!"

Then he encouraged Jieran, who was fighting the BOSS with a little blood: "Keep it up, Ziran! I'll treat you to a big meal offline later!"

When the players saw that the rhythm had returned to a balanced state, they immediately started to talk nonsense in the team channel.

"You're starting to trade PY, right?"

"How do you PY, please!"

"Brother Gou, you're just jealous of other people's skills! Use your sword!"

"To be honest, Ziran's skills are really great, he hit the right time. My friend said he got hit by several claws just because his skill CD couldn't turn over!"

In addition to the dirty talk, there are also the angry remarks of obsessive-compulsive players: "Do you know how to read? My name is 'Ji Ran'! 'Ji Ran'!!"