Tan Bufan rolled his eyes and said with some complaints: "What other tactics can you do? Playing tactics by blindly jb! Why are you standing there? rush!"

After saying that, he directed Erha to hover into the air, preparing to launch a surprise attack, let Misha stand by, and prepare to let two big meat shields rush over to absorb the damage.

The fat man and Harden who came to their senses suddenly found that they were wrapped in colorful shields. Looking at the closer and closer Envoy, the two pairs of big cow eggs looked at each other, and they made a cheerful roar, launching a desperate attack on the huge monster!

It’s not OK to go!

boom!!!

Three heavyweight monsters collided together! The entire earth was shocked!

The fat man and Harden were suddenly stunned, as if... Why is this Death Messenger retreating!

As it turns out, people are most afraid of themselves in most situations, when Fatty and Harden actually hit the messenger of death with their eyes closed.

Only then did I realize... this guy is nothing scary!

The attack power is only 250. After biting for a long time, he bit Harden's three magic shields. When it was about to enjoy Harden's flesh and blood, the huge fat man tangled over, and his body was also flashing with three defensive skills: "Ice Crystal Armor, Earth Shield, and Truth Word Technique-Shield."

When it was patiently biting it with its big mouth, Harden happily rushed up with a new shield. The fat man on the side picked up the axe and held Harden as a backing him, and then he learned to use Harden's Berserker's Axe to chop the big head of the messenger of death.

That's right, it looks familiar!

This is the legendary wooden pile-type T-playing method. Well, simply put it simply, it is a forced fight.

At the same time, the whistling long-range attack began to hit the serpent-shaped vertical pupil-shaped eyes of the Death Messenger. Sharp arrows continued to attack. Even though the Death Messenger was thick in skin and flesh, his eyes were a very big weakness after all. It could only helplessly squint on its thick scarlet eyelids to protect this fragile and important position, which led to a significant decrease in its attack efficiency. Originally, the Death Messenger could persist until the end of these skills cooling, but now it is estimated that it will be in a long time.

Fatty and Harden took turns to take the damage and wield their big axe to chop. One of them was extremely powerful, the other was thick in skin and flesh, and they cooperated with each other in a tacit understanding of one attack and one defense.

Fatty and Harden are not fuel-efficient lamps. Harden's big axe slashes as stable and cruel as a super logger. Fatty's Berserker's Axe has a double layer of tearing attributes and virus infections attached to Nurgle's stomach. The damage deducted every second is 30 points. The face soon became bloody and blood dripped down, and flames actually emerged from the air.

For the first time in tens of thousands of years, the messenger of death who felt pain gave a deafening roar. An invisible heat surged in its throat, and a magnificent white flame spewed out. The extremely high-temperature flame easily roasted the red ground into a red magma. Everything along the way was directly evaporated by this terrifying energy, turning into embers. In its heart, it was no longer ready to taste the flesh and blood of these two difficult guys. It was so angry that it only wanted to hear their screams, then devour their souls, and let them suffer eternal torture in its stomach!

But it did not see that Fatty and Harden launched a crazy rush, while the other jumped bravely and slipped away. They kept in mind the teachings of Tan Bufan and Wang Qinhu:

"As a T and an excellent T, you don't want to take all the damage desperately. That's the target. What you have to do is to take on the damage that will attack your teammates, those who can avoid it, whether it's your sharp move or your coquettish skills, just try your best to avoid it. Just encounter a stupid boss standing in a stance, so you can practice it!"

Harden has experienced many battles. Although most of them are engaged in large-scale melee battles with the centaurs, he also has experience in small-scale elite combat. After being prompted, he naturally understands his positioning at this time. He does not want to output frantically, but becomes a tough shield. Naturally, a large group of teammates will do it for him.

The fat man was a little confused, but he was only asked to push up and absorb the damage when Harden greeted him, and then he ran away decisively when he felt very dangerous. As a deputy, he could barely do it.

So where did that guy Wang Qinhu go?

Every long-range shooter could clearly see that Wang Qinhu had appeared on the back of the messenger of death at some time. He gently avoided the sharp bone spurs, and then came to the spine of the messenger of death in the stunned expressions of everyone.

The Death Messenger who had just ejaculated and suddenly felt something was wrong. He just raised his head and looked around, and suddenly saw the fat man and Harden rushing over with a smile. He didn't understand why the two guys were not dead yet. He was about to attack angryly, but suddenly a pain behind him.

The magnificent holy light surged out from behind it. The thunder slash that exploded with all its strength was no longer elegant and swift, but fierce and cruel. The tough thick skin was torn a huge gap, and a large amount of blood splattered out, and the brutal energy penetrated into its body fiercely.

"Jiji!!!" A sharp scream erupted, and the severely injured messenger of death trembled all over. It felt like a scimitar in its body cutting flesh and blood, and every muscle and nerve was suffering terrifying torture. But this also stimulated the ferocity of this cruel demon. The red skin emitted rays of red light, just like a rechargeable machine. The surrounding fire elements boiled and rolled up layers of waves, turning into a trembling cloud of fire.

The overwhelming flames fell from the sky, and it actually enveloped itself. Thinking about it, it would not be injured by this hot energy. The attacks were naturally the fat man who had just rushed over, Harden, and Wang Qinhu behind him!

A cunning beast!

What a pity! No matter how cunning the prey is, it cannot escape the palm of the excellent hunter.

Wang Qinhu held the ancient battle axe tightly in his hands, allowing the hot flames to hit his body. The silver-shining breastplate was smashed into black by balls of fire. The bursting flames were like blooming fireworks, spraying out various shapes. However, Wang Qinhu only had a few more than 10 damage on his head. The hot energy was absorbed by his body, and then it was poured into the raised ancient battle axe. The battle axe turned red and suddenly slashed down.

The battle axe cut into the gap just now. The hot steel sizzled the fresh flesh and blood, and the wound doubled the sound of broken bones. The messenger of death moaned in pain, and the protruding tips on his back flashed with blue lightning, and a terrifying wave floated over. Layered grids surrounded Wang Qinhu. The latter was trembling all over, with hair standing upright, but a refreshing expression appeared on his face. His hands were holding it in the air, and a ball of lightning penetrated into his body lightly, as if it had been thrown into the arms of his mother.

The poor messenger of death did not know that it was fortunate to burst out its powerful skills but was charging Wang Qinhu. When it relaxed a little tiredly, a crisp sound came from its bones. At the same time, the fat man's big axe slashed over and hit its chin heavily. The lower jaw lifted up and directly collided with the upper jaw. The three sharp fangs were broken by the sudden impact, and the strong smell of blood filled the mouth. At the same time, it blocked its screams in its throat.

Harden did much more than fat people. He waited until the fat people smashed the head of the messenger of death and then he snapped the exposed neck. The soft neck sank deep, shattered under the sharp and solid metal cutting, and thick blood sprayed out, dyeing the ground red.

The death messenger's health instantly dropped by a large part. Under the painful stimulation, it twisted its body wildly, bursting out powerful forces and smashing away the fat man and Harden. The sharp bone spur hit their shields, but did not cause any damage.

At the same time, its slender tail exploded with a ball of flame, turning into a long whip of flames, and its body stubbornly turned to the two of them, and a crisp crack sound broke out in the air. The shields on their bodies turned into stars and dissipated into the air.

At this moment, Tan Bufan captured an excellent weakness and shouted the slogan full of faint breath: "Messenger of Death, your underwear and soap are gone!"

Then the whistling red arrow turned into a dancing fire dragon and flew under the lifted tail of the messenger of death!

"Ao…………!!!"

The boundless severe pain rushed to the top of the head. The Death Messenger's pain even the sound became sharp and narrow. The scorching feeling spread throughout the body from the indescribable wounds. At the same time, a black shadow fell from the sky and fell heavily on its head. The sharp fangs easily pierced the skull of the Death Messenger. The deadly toxins were injected into its head through the hollow pipes in the fangs, while greedily sucking sweet blood.

The Messenger of Death was "unexpected" by Erha. The fat man and Harden, who seized the opportunity, launched a cruel attack on its two thick forelimbs. The axe cut out deep bone-visible wounds at its joints, and arranged them sloppyly before it came to its senses.

The repeated injury caused the death messenger to drop nearly 1/3 of his health. His whole body suddenly turned red, and the dazzling red light illuminated the Fatty and Harden's faces. A scarlet mark appeared above his head. His eyes instantly turned red, and he entered a state of rage.

It was furious and attacked the fat man in front of him frantically. His sharp fangs cut the fat man's belly again and again, and blood scattered all over the ground. The fat man also had red eyes, chewing the bloody corpse, firmly resisting the impact of the messenger of death, and letting a big hole be taken out of his stomach.

Harden took a small step in anger, stuck to the attack of the fat man by the messenger of death, and repeatedly hit the head of the messenger of death again and again. Its head, which was stronger than steel, had been rolled up blood and flesh, revealing the powerful skull that was chopped down.

All three monsters became bloody, and their physical collisions became more and more frequent, and the degree of tragedy was unprecedentedly high.

But Wang Qinhu, who was behind the Death Messenger, was not idle. The ancient battle axe aimed at its huge spine and cut it down one after another. The splashing bone slag spread the entire back into a terrifying graffiti painting.

"howl………!!"

The messenger of death struggled in pain, and his slender tail swept across his back, but the huge bone spur it had been proud of in the past became a great hiding place for Wang Qinhu. No matter how hard it worked, it would be scary to hit its tail on the strong bone spur, but it could not do anything to Wang Qinhu.

If Wang Qinhu was the only one, the Death Messenger would have countless ways to get this cunning enemy down, but two extremely powerful men pressed against him firmly, and countless long-range attacks were constantly attacking behind him. His thick eyelids were already scarred. It might not take long before they would be penetrated and hurt their eyes.

To deal with such a high-attack, high-defense but heavy enemy, Wang Qinhu only wants to use the simplest tactic: "T resist, good milk, and output violence! As the saying goes, as long as T can hold it, the sow can climb a big tree..."

Ahem, no matter how strong the individual combat power is, even if there are enough elites closely surrounded by tears.

"Bang!!!Puff!!!"

The heavy ancient battle axe collided with the bright red spine again. The slight blood on the sharp axe blade was shaken into blood mist. The already broken spine let out a final wail, breaking suddenly, and a large piece of tight muscle was digging open by the axe blade!

"howl…………"

A shocking scream came, and blood spurted out from its hideous mouth and sputtered onto the fat man and Harden. The huge back half of his body fell heavily to the ground, like a mountain of meat falling. The soldiers who had permission rushed forward and participated in the final siege.

After a painful struggle, the messenger of death, dragged his upper body, shed the last drop of blood, let out a long whine and fell to the ground. His body, which was covered in blood, collapsed on the hot ground. Looking around, there was a mountain of scars.

"Ding, your teammate Tan Bufan kills the Death Messenger,

Obtain the "Demon Killer" achievement,

The War Squad won 20,000 points and 2 skill points.

Azeroth's world reputation increased by 1,000 (the reputation of all races and forces.)"

Buji slowly drew his sword, and the stained blood shone red in the air. He suddenly felt a stream of hot energy injected into his body. Every inch of his muscles was swelling, and the hot energy was transforming his body. His chest was filled with a suffocation, and he whistled to the sky, making a refreshing loud sound.

The powerful momentum spread out from his body, and in the eyes of the members of the war squad, Bukit's attributes changed drastically.

“Bukit-Wei,

Race, human,

camp, war squad, kingdom of Kurtinis,

Combat profession, senior royal guards, senior elites,

Power, 150,

Agile, 100,

Mental power,80,

Perception,85,

Physical strength value, 150,

Health, 20,000,

Armor value, 100,

Talent skill 1, self-interested, after hard training, possesses extremely strong will, can restore physical control when unconscious, stunned, controlled, and bewildered, and increase resistance to such states by 30% in the next minute!

Talent Skill 2, tough, men who overcome obstacles in the sea are never afraid of any storms, have extremely strong bodies, and all physical attacks they receive reduce damage by 15%!

The third talent skill, the power of the tide, can only be achieved by a very small number of people after special training and persistent training. This power is said to be a reward given to the most loyal warriors by the Kurtinis royal family.

Skill 1, Strengthen - Shield Strike,

Skill 2, Strengthening - Support,

Skill Three, Strengthen-Kill,

Skill 4, shield wall.

Skill 5???

As for having such a powerful bodyguard, as long as you don’t commit suicide by yourself, you will generally not die!”

"I'll go, 50,000 points are real, and this strength has increased by at least several times. Unfortunately, only he, the elite royal guard, has met the upgrade conditions, and other experiences are still far behind." Tan Bufan, who had just obtained a new achievement, felt sorry that the newly increased points had fallen down again. After seeing Bukit's strength, he complained that such 50,000 was too small.

"Stop talking. Look at what's out of that treasure chest. This is the high-level elite we killed on the front, hehe!" Dinjin rubbed his hands, looked at the huge purple treasure chest with joy, and said excitedly.

Suddenly, in order to come, every team member stared at the shining treasure chest on the ground, and couldn't help swallowing. He prayed in his heart and revealed the best equipment he could use.

Wang Qinhu raised his hand emitting holy light, looked around proudly and said, "Tsk tsk, get out of here, Shuhong is the most basic professional skill of an excellent captain, let you see this captain..." As he said, he opened the treasure chest, but he seemed to swallow an 8-pound weight and choked his throat.

The teammates around were also stunned. The deposit touched the black, thick, oily and shiny big back on his head, felt the pleasure of fate stroking me, and murmured to himself:

"Is the boss an illegitimate child in space?"

"It's very likely!!" All the team members answered in unison.
To be continued...