Chapter 367: Fighting

In the gathering place at the edge of the desert, the battle continued.

Ever since the thin white mage found that his attacks could be rebounded, he felt a little constrained.

Most of his energy was used to use acceleration to escape the pursuit of the muscular native boy, and he also tried to use some low-intensity spells to test the opponent, but the muscular native boy ignored his attacks and continued to rush in, which made it difficult for him to find out the bottom of this enemy, let alone support other teammates.

"Zakharova! Come and help me stop him!"

Seeing that this enemy was really difficult to deal with, the white mage chose to call his teammates, specifically the white warrior fierce woman he had just supported with mental defense.

"Leave it to me!"

The white fierce woman holding two axes and wearing heavy armor heard that she suddenly broke through the wall of the iron house where she was, rushed out savagely and quickly, bursting out at a great speed and rushed towards the muscular native boy who was chasing the white mage, and forcibly stopped him with the axe in his hand.

"Be careful! He may have the ability to rebound attacks!"

As soon as the thin white mage got out of trouble, he quickly reminded the female warrior of the information he knew.

From these, we can see that their teamwork is quite tacit. If one side is in trouble, the other side will definitely go to support, and there will be no internal fighting.

On the other side, in a tin house, a middle-aged yellow-skinned man with an unremarkable appearance was squatting in a closet with his eyes closed. He seemed to be avoiding the chaos, but in fact he was brewing an attack.

Because he was actually the native who launched a mental attack on the white female warrior and the black gunman not long ago. At that time, he almost killed the target and completed the instructions of his superiors, but his attack was suddenly interrupted at the last stage.

"This time, I will use all my strength to deal with a single target."

Hiding in the closet, he thought in his heart, thinking that he would definitely succeed this time, but suddenly found that several mosquitoes that should not be here appeared outside the closet where he was hiding.

These mosquitoes flew very fast and rushed straight to the gap in the closet door where he was hiding, and there was no sound when flying.

"Not good! Mental shock!"

As a psychic with outstanding perception, this yellow-skinned middle-aged man knew that there was a group of strange mosquitoes killing people outside. He immediately changed the target of the attack he was about to launch from a distance and turned it into a range attack to eliminate all the strange mosquitoes approaching him.

These tiny mosquito summons were instantly damaged by a large amount of mental damage, and fell into the gap of the closet door like dust, no longer threatening as before.

The middle-aged psychic took the opportunity to open the closet door and prepared to run out to move to another place. After all, there was no doubt that his current location had been discovered, and his perception could determine that there were no other mosquitoes or enemies around. This was a great opportunity for him to find a place to hide again.

However, when he just passed through the closet door, he suddenly found that the mosquitoes he had just dealt with had changed. That is, their bodies were like tiny incense ashes, emitting slight green smoke. Although the green smoke was light, it spread to the surrounding air at an abnormal speed, with undisguised danger!

"Mental shield!"

The middle-aged psychic saw this and immediately realized that he was still careless. He quickly activated his superpowers to form a layer of defense on his body that was invisible to the naked eye. Even though his superpower type was not good at doing this, he did not dare to hesitate.

Then he quickly ran out of the house under this weak layer of protection, relying on his strong perception to determine the best route of action, especially paying attention to the position of the surrounding gunmen to prevent being injured by stray bullets.

But all his cautions were gone in the next second, because he didn't know that the black gunman player had already known his hiding place through the white summoner's mosquito communication, and when a gunman player knew his exact location, it was a foregone conclusion that he would be shot.

Amid the chaotic gunshots and explosions, an ordinary bullet flew at high speed from a distance. It cut through the air, leaving an extremely exaggerated arc. It first broke through the fragile gauze window of the iron house, and then accurately hit the side of the middle-aged psychic's head along the predetermined arc, instantly piercing his mental shield, causing his skull to explode and die instantly.

An indigenous psychic, out!

People outside should not know about this scene, but in the dark sky, the young man in glasses and white coat standing in the air had a slight change in expression in an instant, and sighed:

"Another waste... Mass-produced psychics are really useless... They can only provide a little help for me to collect information about outsiders..."

From his words, it can be inferred that he was not here to watch the show. In fact, he sent powerful psychics to help ordinary natives fight against the existence of players. He did not choose to take action himself because he considered the various methods of the players and needed to collect intelligence before taking action.

While the chess players in the sky were observing the overall situation, the chaotic battle on the ground was still going on. The current situation had clearly shifted towards the four foreign players. They killed one after another the natives who dared to attack them, and all the offensives of the natives against them were resolved.

Among them, the strong white female warrior was still fighting with the muscular indigenous boy. She found that the boy was the same as the fellow mage who asked him to help intercept. He was obviously unarmed and should be easily dealt with. When she attacked with a rare-level double axe, But it can't do any harm.

Because every time she hit the young man with an ax, she would have a strange feeling of stagnation, and at the same time, her hands would feel a considerable recoil force. But fortunately, her strength and physique were both good enough to face this level of obstruction. It's not a big problem. You can deal with this abnormal situation and pester the opponent with all your strength, so that he has no chance to interfere with his fellow mage.

The thin white mage who had relieved the enemy's pursuit entered the rhythm of controlling the situation. He constantly waved his staff and used various spells, causing disaster to the ordinary natives.

There are direct damage types, such as chain lightning group attacks, as well as control and auxiliary spells, such as blindness and madness. Together with the various defensive spells he uses on himself, they have become the well-deserved focus of the current battle. .

Many natives tried their best to attack him, pouring bullets from their guns and even throwing bombs, but to no avail. He neutralized them all and then beat them unilaterally.

The remaining black gunmen and white summoners are still the same as before, each killing in their own way, but they are now beginning to cooperate. The summoner sends some mosquitoes to find the positions of some more troublesome enemies, and then lets the gunmen deal with them accurately.

Don't underestimate the intimidating power of high-level gunners. The bullets fired from their barrels are not only more powerful than those of lower levels, but also have arc shooting, rebound shooting, explosive shooting and other unconventional methods. The attack method means that unless the enemy hides in a closed iron turtle shell, they will always find a chance to get a headshot.

This unilateral crushing situation lasted for a while. The indigenous people hidden in the large iron houses visibly lowered their offensive. Some people couldn't help but start to retreat and escape. After all, their casualties were too great, no matter how many people there were. Nor can we continue to reduce staff unilaterally.

"They're almost done, let's finish them off."

At this moment, outside the battle situation, in an ordinary open space, someone's voice suddenly came out in the air. His voice was the Xia Kingdom Gunner player who had arrived here from the desert not long ago. He didn't know what he was saying. What method was used to completely hide himself, and he discussed with another companion who had never been seen.

"The risk is a bit high."

There was a response in the air from another place, which seemed not to support this proposal.

"It's fun to take risks...it's not my style to keep on guard."

The invisible Xia Guo gunman player started taking action after saying this. He targeted the black gunman who was rushing into a tin house in the distance and started shooting wildly, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The invisible bullet then crossed hundreds of meters, phantomed through the wall of a tin house along a straight line, and then accurately hit the black gunman in the back of the head. However, the feedback given to the gunman by this special bullet was that the enemy was not killed.

"Ability to lock blood? These gringos have good equipment..."

Xia Guo's gunner suddenly looked slightly shocked. He remained invisible and began to quickly shift his position.

At the same time, several small and silent mosquitoes rushed towards the place where he had just stayed at an alarming speed, but they were all cut in half by some invisible sharp blade halfway.

"I'll take care of their gunners and mages while you take cover."

Another Xia player who slashed out the invisible blade immediately left a word and ran towards the enemy in front silently. They were now basically exposed to the perceptions of the four foreign players, and the battle between the two sides had officially begun. .

"FUCK! Another sneak attack! Everyone, be careful!"

The thin mage, who was the core of the four foreign players, immediately issued a warning. At the same time, he used the staff to add several layers of defense to himself. With the blessing of the spell, his footsteps were light and fast and he rushed to the iron house where the black gunman was shot just now.

The companion was currently lying face down on the ground, with a hole the size of a table tennis ball on the back of his head. Generally speaking, this kind of injury would definitely be fatal, but he still retained vital signs.

"Nigger, let's see if you still say that my dead man's continuing spell is useless."

The thin white mage looked at his half-dead companion on the ground, and casually used his staff to create a white ball of light. The ball of light fell down and merged with the black man in the blink of an eye, causing the injuries on the back of his head to begin to heal at a speed that defied biology.

Obviously, what this white mage just used was an advanced healing technique, and most of this level of healing techniques can only be mastered by priest players, which means that this person is not a pure mage player, he is still a low-level player. A low-level priest player has a part-time job or a sub-profession. It is no wonder that a character of this level can become the leader of this player group.

"OH SHIT! I must kill the person who dares to blow my head off!"

The black gunman in black quickly stood up from the ground, clenched the gun in his hand and cursed. He knew that he had been tricked just now, and he wanted to get back to the scene quickly.

"Don't move. I'll put up some defense for you, but there won't be any continuation of the dead today. You have to be careful about getting hit again."

The thin white mage ignored the black man's complaints and reminded him that if he was beaten again, he would really be in danger.

The black man was about to say something in response when suddenly a tiny mosquito voice came from the air around them: "Be careful!"

Then the black gunman jumped back and dodged with a terrifying reaction speed, barely avoiding a sudden attack in the air. This was not because he suddenly reacted quickly, but because he quickly used the gunman's signature skill Bullet Time to strengthen his reaction after hearing the reminder. After all, he could not make mistakes now.

When the black gunman was glad that he had avoided the attack and was about to find an angle to shoot the enemy blindly, he saw the white mage suddenly hit hard against the wall, but fortunately he reacted very quickly and used another life-saving method in the process of being attacked and flew away. His figure instantly disappeared from the spot and left the iron house.

The black gunman quickly poured the firepower of the gun in his hand towards the place where he disappeared. He knew that the enemy must be nearby. If he didn't take the opportunity to kill him or force him to go behind, he would be very dangerous.

Puff puff puff~

In the impact of a large number of bullets, many bright red liquids were sprayed out of thin air, as if the enemy was really hit by his gun. Seeing this, the black gunman couldn't help but feel happy.

But the next moment he felt great danger again. A sharp feeling suddenly appeared at his neck, making his world start to spin, and then fall rapidly.

"We've dealt with one, but the other one shouldn't be so easy."

The low voice of a Xia assassin came out in the air of the iron house. According to his voice, he was definitely not injured, which means that his fight with the white mage and the black gunman was fake. His real body did not participate in it. Everything was done by using a special invisible puppet to test the key skills of these two foreign players and find out their details.

And the fact proved that the black gunman was far less capable of dealing with it than the thin white mage. After being attacked, he easily believed everything he saw, which led to neglecting the defense against the real hidden danger. Unlike the white mage, he not only added various defensive spells to himself to prevent being killed instantly, but also made appropriate responses in an instant after being attacked, using some skills or props to transfer himself out of the dangerous situation.

Of course, this may also be related to the black gunman's lack of foundation. If he had as many skills and equipment as his companion the mage, he might be able to counterattack.