League of Legends: 700 Years Later

Ye Che is redeemed by Wayne's "Silver Arrow", the third level of this skill comes with real damage, but even so, it adds an extra limit, that is, only the enemy below or level, can touch the highest Real damage, otherwise only 1% of the maximum life value of the real damage at the first level, full level can only cause 5% of the real damage to the enemy above their level. August 1st? Chinese? Network? W? W? W (1). ?8?1?Z(eight)W?. COM

Ye Qi was very hesitant. After all, 5% was too little, but after thinking about the unknown main line mission, Ye Che was still in exchange for it.

He has been able to recall until now that the tyrant is horrified after knowing that the copy of the plot is open. Obviously, this copy of the plot is not as easy as imagined, if there is a more advanced blame in the subsequent mission, because the level of suppression makes him even defensive. If the force can't be broken, then the copy of this story will be a complete joke.

After the full level, the maximum life value of 5% is actually less, but it gives hope.

Now, Ye Cheyi has a total of five archer skills, "rotating axe", "cold chase", "rocket jumping", Timo's "blindness", "Silver Arrow", and once there are ten skills, He can unblock the shooter's exclusive weapon and open the next career. Of course, it is still far away for him. After all, a skill needs fifty heads of the undead to exchange.

Glance at Pu'er who fell asleep, Ye Che thought about the next skill.

Now that he attacks, displaces, and blinds that can be exempted from attack, then you can choose to take control skills so that you can fight in a variety of environments.

Slightly indulged, Ye Che recalled the figure of the tyrant charge, the tyrant has a rushing technique, "fearless charge", think of this, Ye Che eyes must be, have an idea.

His arm was slightly drawn, and fifty of the undead heads entered the white circle. Then he chose the "smoke bomb" to confirm!

"In exchange for success!"

As soon as the voice fell, the three-dimensional space in Ye Che’s body was covered with a smog of smoke, which was undulating.

This is the smoke bomb of the male gun, the entrant will completely lose the surrounding vision!

"Get it!" Ye Che’s heart is slightly certain, six skills are in the body, and there is more room for maneuvering, giving him a lot of confidence. There are more than twenty heads left, he exchanged all the medicines, and then I started to patrol around here.

The traces of the undead slaves are uncertain, and it is easy to break into here. In case, just in case, someone must watch the night.

After more than four hours, Pu'er changed hands and had no words for one night.

At about 7:00 in the morning, after the sky was bright, the two immediately began to appear. At the same moment, the tyrants also rose up, holding strong materials and planning to kill them.

1oo only...128...156...17o only...

The number of murders on the tyrants is growing rapidly. However, they are just flying. Ye Che’s side is like a rocket. When the tyrant and others killed the 17o headless servant, Ye Che and Pu'er has already settled 264 undead slaves.

The gap has opened nearly a hundred!

The tyrant and others have been numb, one by one, mechanically looking for the slaves of the dead, and then killing them. They have a sigh of relief in their hearts. They only intend to wait until they meet Ye Che and Pu'er.

In this way, I have been killed by 187 undead slaves. When the sky is approaching the afternoon, the tyrant suddenly says: "With our current equipment, we can kill three dead soul slaves at the same time, glutinous rice, the fingertips, Bai Feifei, you three I am coming to blame, your two main output is waiting to save your strength, we will kill together!"

There was a hint of excitement in the eyes of five people, three slaves of the dead, and they were able to kill three dead soul slaves at the same time!

After hearing the tyrant's words, glutinous rice, the fingertips, Bai Feifei three, have followed the tyrant.

These three are all warriors, and the grace and the male striker stayed.

Looking at the back of the tyrant's four people, the grace and the male striker stood still, intending to shoot at any time, but because the tyrant and other talents just left, they began to chat.

"Call, the task is finally over." The style was slightly relieved.

The male shooter smiled and said: "It feels no problem. Although the front is extremely dangerous, we now have the equipment and grades and can fully pass the task one."

The style was silent, saying: "If there is no tyrant to lead the team, this is a lore for our newcomers! The first slain of the undead slaves, we can't escape at first, one fly and one die, we It is lucky to be able to go to this step."

"Oh, you have a problem with this logic. If we are not a tyrant, we will not meet this kind of difficult metamorphosis. This is the mission one. The ghost knows that the mission two missions will have any abnormal metamorphosis. We hold the tyrant. The thigh is the right thing, the only way to survive!" said the male shooter.

“Hey, it’s a danger. It’s also an opportunity. If we can go out alive, we’ll be one step in the sky. We can directly take the new town and have the basic equipment of advanced dimension equipment.”

The grace is sighing again, and it is a smile.

"Oh, that is, in fact, I have no sense of dimension equipment. After all, that level of equipment is a disaster for our talented people. Every day I worry about being intercepted. What I want to see most now is the two. A traitor’s miserable death!” The male shooter flashed a glimpse of his eyes.

The grace gave him a look, did not speak, and seemed to disagree with his words.

He looked at the number of undead slaves and had already arrived at 492. Only 8 were able to complete the killing of 5oo undead slaves.

Looking at this scene, the grace is immersed in meditation. "Where are the two people...how to kill?"

However, he was just in a state of contemplation. The tyrant screamed and screamed, and slammed from a distance. His expression groaned. "Fast, fast escape! There are lord-level undead slaves, there are big waves of undead. The slave is haunted, fast!!!"

The grace and the male archer glimpsed, seeing the rich blood on the tyrant, and the missing glutinous rice, the fingertips, the white flying three, and after listening to the tyrant, both of them changed their faces.

His body turned and madly ran to the distance.

Ten seconds... twenty seconds... thirty seconds... one minute... two minutes...

The two did not know how far they ran, but just turned back, and now the tyrant is panting and has already stood behind the two.

"Captain, what happened!?" asked with great eyes.

"Yeah, what about glutinous rice?" The male shooter also asked.

There was still a horror on the tyrant's face, and he was trying to say something. Suddenly, a reminder of the grace and the male shooter's creeps sounded from their minds.

(End of this chapter)