Online Game Hunter

Xiu Yi turned around and immediately saw several figures hunched over, coming from the direction of the main force in the center. The leader among them was Mo Bingli.

Xiu Yi looked strange: "Why are you here?"

"Of course I'm here to support the left wing." Mo Bingli sat down next to Xiu Yi, then took out two bottles of holy water and stuffed them into his hands, "Take these, maybe we can use them later."

"oh……"

Xiu Yi didn't refuse, took the holy water and put it into the hidden bag on his waist.

"As soon as the battle started, we besieged the dungeon boss from three directions. It is currently facing the right wing, so the damage output is left to the left wing. So we came over to reinforce it."

As Mo Bingli spoke, she took out two more bottles of holy water and handed them to Qing Wu Feiyang and Bo Bing Zhi Wu, one on the left and the other on the right.

"All right……"

The three people who were still discussing how to take action and how to make tactical arrangements sighed at the same time, with a look of resentment on their faces.

Mo Bingli saw the unhappy expressions of the three people and couldn't help but ask: "What are you discussing?"

"Of course we are discussing how to deal with this guy!" Qingwu Feiyang lowered his voice and gestured with his hands, "My idea is to 'head-shaking dance'! Make use of this guy's slow movements to attack from both front and back! Then..."

Feng Yue Wuyou slapped Qing Wu Feiyang and said, "Stop talking about your 'head-shaking dance'. Get ready, you're going to get weird soon!"

"oh……"

Qingwu Feiyang became quiet for a while. However, her eyes rolled around and then focused on Xiu Yi again.

"Kitten, come here, let's discuss it..."

"You, what do you want to do!"

Xiu Yi's ears and tail immediately stood up, with a vigilant look on his face.

He finally realized that Qingwu Feiyang was a little devil who was afraid of chaos in the world.

"Just come when I ask you to come over. There are so many questions..." Qing Wu's flying eyes wandered around for a few times, and then she showed a bad smile, "But it's okay to come over, but people will accidentally put what they just said

Things were spilled."

"What happened just now?" Before Xiu Yi could figure out what "what happened just now" meant, Mo Bingli raised her eyebrows, "Xiu Yi, what happened just now?"

Xiu Yi just hesitated for a moment, and then decided to tell the truth: "It's just so that the guy doesn't see it and push down Sister Feiyang and Sister Wuyou."

"Pushed down?"

This kind of ambiguous and thought-provoking terminology immediately made Mo Bingli's brows raise even higher.

"Ah, that's not what I meant." Xiu Yi also obviously realized that his wording was inappropriate, and quickly explained, "It was the big guy who looked over, and I knocked them down..."

——No, no! Why does it feel like the drawing is getting darker and darker?

"Haha..." Mo Bingli grimaced, and she could see the storm brewing in her eyes, "Xiu Yi, you are getting bolder and bolder!"

"Ah, no! That's not what happened!"

"Questions and answers are of no use! Suffer death!"

…

"Hey! Ugly guy! Look here!"

Dean Patrick raised the cross sword in his hand, and started with a magical spell: Detect Evil.

With verbal provocation and the strongest taunting spell, "Butcher" Gokar's ugly and bloated head immediately moved, and his bright red pupils immediately fell on the paladin.

It then dragged its body like a hill and took heavy steps forward.

Dean Patrick swallowed. Although he was mentally prepared, seeing such a huge body coming towards him, he still inevitably felt a heavy sense of oppression.

Immediately afterwards, a loud shout sounded from behind him.

"attack!"

Immediately, the radiance of magic lit up from the ruins. Archers holding bows also stood up one after another, shooting arrows soaked in holy water.

"The Butcher" Gokarth ignored the large magical light that could almost blind people's eyes, and also regarded the incoming arrows as nothing. It moved forward with heavy steps while raising the long machete.

Top of head.

"Spread out! Spread out!"

Dean Patrick shouted several times, signaling the surrounding melee members to stay away from him. Then he gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward.

After a moment, the long machete slashed down. The broken and blood-stained blade and the black blade instantly blocked the sun, like an endless black cloud. Then there was a loud bang.

"Wow!"

The members of the central array let out screams of terror.

There was a shield-wielding warrior at the back of the front line. His steps were a little slower, and then he was smashed into a bloody mess by the machete that fell on his head.

And Dean Patrick, who was at the forefront... his movements were quite fast, or he had better luck. The machete that fell on his head almost brushed his body and fell, stirring up dust and various debris.

It covered his head and face.

"Everyone abandon their shields! This guy can only dodge his attacks! He can't block them!"

Although his face was a little pale, Dean Patrick still gave the instructions loudly. At the same time, he also let go and dropped the buckler in his left hand.