Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-six: The Wrongful Four

After all, it's just a projection. Orac's attack mode is relatively simple. Most of the time, he bites fiercely with the pair of green and yellow fangs protruding from the upper jaw, and occasionally sweeps with the pair of steel claws in front. It is a type of physical attack.

As long as you can tolerate its terrifying appearance, the monster is basically not difficult to deal with. Its head and limbs are very hard and feel less comfortable to fight, but its soft abdomen is its weak point. It is generally easier to attack there.

Deals higher attack damage.

The combination of Orac and the Dark Demon is not considered powerful, so this four-person adventure combination is completely at ease. The only thing that needs to be paid attention to is to prevent Orac from escaping, and retreating on the other side to cast a net for the rogue.

The running method is still quite troublesome.

After carefully observing the battle of these four adventurers, my eyes suddenly brightened. Although it was only a small-scale battle and the strength of these four people could not be truly seen, based on the level they currently displayed, they could still

It's refreshing. How should I put it? It can be described as extremely - lustful...

The knight's playing style is relatively standard. After all, as the team's shield and nanny, if he becomes active, the entire team will probably have a headache. However, his well-timed blocks and heavy attacks are also impressive.

The short assassin was lurking in the monster group. If I hadn't been sharp-eyed, I would have thought that there were only three people in this team. I saw a black phantom moving rapidly among the monster group. He would touch it whenever he saw something strange.

He seemed to have a special liking for Okla's red and pricked anus, and the smile that appeared on his face from time to time made people feel chilled.

Wearing blue hard leather armor, a middle-aged male wizard with a solemn look on his face. If I met him on a daily basis, I would definitely think that he was an ordinary, polite, knowledgeable and wise mage. However, he showed it in battle.

It's a local style, but it's really exciting.

You can see it clearly just by looking at the way he moves. The weird steps are like snakes and zigzags, like stepping on seven stars, or two steps forward and three steps back. It imitates Lingbo's micro-steps, the movements are very slow, but it gives people a sense of erraticness.

Uncertain, uncaptured feeling.

The messy figure approached casually, and then suddenly stopped at a distance that made the monster itchy. Suddenly, a frost nova burst out, and then twisted its butt and left...

Yes, it was twisting! Although the movement was very slight, how could I escape from the eyes of a master who is equipped with lighting attributes and can have a piercing gaze?

Of course, there is nothing wrong with his movement. For a profession like a mage with low sensitivity and low blood pressure, movement is their second life before they learn how to teleport, no. Even after they learn how to teleport.

A mage who can't move will never survive the experience.

But the lustful aura exuding from this mage's movements, as well as the light footwork that can make the enemy's teeth chatter seductively. Coupled with the serious expression on his face, it is really speechless and completely subverted.

The image of a mage in my mind, even the old man Farah, can only be described as a scoundrel at best, far from being called lewd. (I guess Farah is also a prostitute, but he is too embarrassed to show it in front of his juniors.

nothing more).

As for the remaining barbarian, I have to praise him fiercely. Brother fierce, fierce general!! He waved two sabers in his hands and screamed fiercely. The sound of "whooshing" was heard in the distance.

As I watched, I was also frightened. I really don’t know where I got the courage to stand in front of it and fight against the monster on the ground.

He seemed not to notice the attacks of Dark Demon and Orac at all. The two sabers were scraping as fast as fans. The whole person was like a human tank and a mobile meat grinder. Wherever he went, blood and flesh splattered.

, screaming in agony.

The weak dark demon couldn't withstand his rubbing at all. Orac's hard limbs were about to break in front of the storm he blew. He occasionally raised his head and let out a thunderous roar, and his face was stained with blood and flesh foam.

His face looked like crazy. He was using the barbarian's second-level skill - shouting. The first level can increase the defense of himself and his teammates by 100%. It is more terrifying than the resistance aura of the Paladin. The only shortcoming is that it lasts.

The time is a little shorter.

From this point of view, it is no wonder that he gave up defense and shouted for at least 100% defense bonus. With the addition of at least 70% defense bonus from the Paladin, it would not be a problem even if a mage could get on top of him, not to mention his rough skin and rough flesh.

What about the famous barbarians? Letting these four people deal with these monsters is really overkill.

Looking at the barbarian's war-god-like posture, the visual impact of the flying flesh and blood made me excited. Indeed, among the seven major professions, no one dares to compete head-on with the barbarian, who is known as a fighting madman.

They seem to be born for fighting. As long as there is a barbarian in the team, there is absolutely no need to worry about physical attack output. They can even replace the Paladin as the blood shield in the team. Especially the high-level barbarians, the defense is not inferior.

For Paladins, their speed is not inferior to that of Assassins, and their endurance is even more dominant among the seven professions. They are like tireless fighting machines. Competing endurance with a barbarian is recognized as the most stupid behavior.

Of course, it does not mean that the barbarian profession is the strongest among the seven professions. Compared with the advantages that no one can match, their shortcomings are also very obvious, and that is magic. Yes, magic is their only weakness.

One of its fatal weaknesses.

First, they have low magic resistance. For example, the enemy is an ordinary skeleton mage who can emit fire bombs. The wizard with the highest magic resistance among the seven major professions only needs 15 points of fire resistance to resist its fire bomb attack (

Less than 5 points of damage), the druid needs about 20, while the lowest barbarian needs to reach 30.

Second, there is also a lack of magic attack methods corresponding to magic resistance. Among the barbarians' combat skills, only the ultimate skill that can be mastered at level 60 - Berserker comes with magic attacks, and the hit rate is pitifully low. Therefore, barbarians

People's efficiency will be greatly reduced when dealing with monsters with high physical defense and low magic defense...

While I was recalling the advantages and disadvantages of the barbarian profession mentioned in Kane's book, the battlefield on the opposite side gradually came to an end. First of all, there were the fragile dark demons, assassins who had almost been shuttled through it, and what looked like heavy tanks.

All the barbarians who were running rampant were wiped out, and now only four of the ten orcs were left in danger.

These four Okras have obviously noticed that the situation is not good. They seem to be planning to run away. The green eyes in a pair of strange compound eyes are "gurgling" and their limbs are tightening together like crabs. This is how they are running away.

signs ahead.

I saw them suddenly retreating, not much slower than they were moving forward, and their fiery red buttocks were shaking as if something was shooting out of them.

But at this moment, an accident happened. The assassin with a smile on his face seemed to be still reminiscing about the pleasure of the bayonet in his hand piercing the soft belly, and he was unexpectedly covered by the spider web spit out by the Orak.

Suddenly, the invisible and colorless spider web covered his head, trapping him. The stickiness of the spider web made him trapped inside and unable to move. During the struggle, he huffed and fell to the ground like a worm.

Orak, who was bent on escaping, did not expect such an unexpected gain. The spider web he had always used to escape actually caught the prey? At this moment, its spider soul burned - how difficult it was! He was probably a clan member.

Orak is the only one in the world who uses spider silk to catch his prey. No, we must take him back. Let's see who dares to say that the Orak family's spider silk can only be used to escape.

It continued to spit the web on the ground, and a pair of steel claws quickly pulled it alternately like a fisherman on the beach pulling the net to catch fish, dragging the assassin trapped in the spider web over and carrying it on its back. It seemed that it planned to take the "trophy"

Take it back to your home nest.

The sudden incident shocked the other three people. Seeing the incredibly depressed look on the assassin who was being lifted up like a piece of pork by Orak, smiles suddenly broke out on the three people's faces, and harsh laughter broke out the next moment.

Come out, especially the Paladin laughs the worst.

It's not that they ignore the lives of their companions, but they know that although Orac's spider silk is very sticky and cannot be broken away with the strength of the assassin, the stickiness will disappear soon. In less than half a minute, the assassin can escape from it.

The net broke free, so the three of them looked like they were just watching the excitement. This kind of embarrassing thing, which is rare in a century, must not be missed.

When the miserable figure of the assassin gradually became smaller as Orac left, the three people who had laughed enough felt that it was time to "rescue" this poor companion. If they waited until he struggled to get away with his own strength, what would happen to this thing?

Embarrassing stories lose most of their explosiveness in bars.

"Hockleaf, I'll give this favor to you. I...I'm about to die."

The middle-aged mage was holding the wall with one hand. His shoulders were shaking constantly, but his face could still maintain a serious look. It was just that the muscles in his cheeks kept shaking, which looked a little weird. He was indeed a coquettish figure of the generation.

The Horclef in the mage's mouth seemed to be the barbarian. Facing the invisible and colorless sticky spider web on the ground, he took a disdainful gulp, and his strong body suddenly jumped up like a cannonball. His huge body was like a cannonball in the air.

He was as light and nimble as a gliding white crane with spread wings. He walked forward for almost ten meters before his body slowed down. If it were not restricted by the height of the tomb, he might be able to jump higher and further.

"drink"

The slightly slower barbarian roared again. His toes did not touch the ground, but leaned forward and leaned against the wall. With a "bang", a small hole suddenly opened in the hard blue and white stone wall. He also took advantage of it.

With this force, he jumped out again, and his figure was already directly above the fleeing Orak.

Amazing!!

I was dumbfounded as I stared at the black shadow flying like a roc spreading its wings. Is this the barbarian's second-level skill - jumping? It's so bt. I didn't expect that the tall barbarian could actually use this skill to jump.

To the level of martial arts masters that only appear in novels, combined with their terrifying close combat capabilities, the title of the best barbarian in close combat is well deserved.

Three jumps, only three jumps, the barbarian caught up with Okla who had fled twenty meters away, and the last jump landed right in the middle of them.

"Bang——"

When this scene appeared, the moment when the tauren leader in Warcraft used "War Trample" suddenly appeared in my mind. The whole tomb shook three times, making me wonder whether he would penetrate the ground and fall directly to the third level.

Go to the third floor, if this is the case, everyone will be happy.

It's a pity that the tomb is more material than I imagined. After being so damaged, it still shook the stubborn body, unloading the strength of the barbarians, and replaced it with four poor Oraks. They were trampled under the strong trampling.

I feel dizzy, my body staggers like a drunken crab, and I can hardly even stand still.

"Hey, boss, how much does this fresh meat cost per pound?"

The barbarian took advantage of this opportunity and gently swung the saber in his hand on the thin wire between Orak's steel claw and the assassin. Then he reached out to grab the broken wire and looked at the grinning grin of the assassin hanging in his hand.

road.

"Go, go, can a poor man afford it? If you're hungry, just cut some on the carrion. Poor kid who has never eaten meat."

The assassin rolled his eyes and felt the spider threads on his body gradually loosen up. He struggled hard twice and finally freed his hands and feet.

"This time I'm really embarrassed."

The assassin cursed and tore off the spider silk stuck to his body. Although the stickiness was reduced, it could not be cleaned in a short time. He immediately stared at the four with burning eyes, who were standing on their toes, trying to escape sneakily.

Orak.

"I'll smash your asshole."

The assassin rushed toward the "enemy" like crazy, aimed the wrist blade in his hand at the target, and stabbed hard.

"Chirp——"

Orak, who was busy escaping for his life and exposed his buttocks, suddenly let out a scream, and the shrill scream made several grown men behind him touch his buttocks with lingering fear.

"Go to hell, die..."

At this time, the assassin was like a maniac with an anus-exploding maniac. The cold bayonet stabbed the same part of Orak repeatedly, with a determination that he would not be a human unless the anus was exploded.

The crazy-looking assassin also inspired the barbarian's blood. He laughed wildly and continued to swing the saber in his hand, killing the other three Oraks like a death scythe.
To be continued...