Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 51: Men will not get tired if they shoot
On the other side of the ring, five guys from different races from the Doomsday Empire were looking at us with ill intentions. This extremely impolite behavior of watching was really disgusting. In order to express our extreme dissatisfaction and protest, we decided to take righteous resistance measures - to watch them in the same sneaky way...
This is an adventure team consisting of a dark elf shadow believer, a vampire fallen knight, an undead lich, an undead warrior and a troll swordsman. The highest level among them is the undead warrior holding a scimitar and a shield. He is level 52 like me, and the lowest level, the fallen knight, is only level 49. This epoch-making discovery immediately moved us greatly: after a long seven-game losing streak, we almost forgot the comforting fact that there are creatures with lower levels than us in this world. Not only that, their equipment is so tattered that it seems to have just rolled down from the top of the highest peak of the Kokla Mountains. Almost every piece of it is covered with sad marks of damage. Compared with the pile of broken copper and iron on them, our armor equipment that has been ravaged by the opponent can be labeled as "95% new" - at least, they can still play the role of a complete attribute bonus of equipment.
Meeting such a group of opponents, for us who had been almost numbed by their defeat, this unprecedented good news undoubtedly injected a shot of morale-boosting stimulant into our weak bodies, allowing us to push aside the thick, gloomy clouds weighing on our hearts and see for the first time the dawn of victory flickering before our eyes.
"Haha, Kidd, you really picked a good opponent for us, I just love you to death..." Seeing that the opponent's lineup was so weak, our president was so excited that she almost lost control. She was talking nonsense and slapping my shoulder excitedly, as if she wanted to chop off my arm to vent her joy.
Although I chose this opponent myself, the dignity of a warrior who is brave enough to face challenges prevents me from being happy because of the weakness of my opponent. But obviously my companions are not as self-aware as I am, they are all cheering and celebrating like President Feiyin, clapping hands and celebrating because they are lucky to have met a relatively weak opponent, without feeling that celebrating because of the weakness of the opponent is actually a shameful thing.
What made me feel particularly insulted was that at this moment our opponents were actually hugging each other happily, celebrating that they had picked up a group of "the worst rookie opponents" they had ever seen...
It was like two poor beggars who were lucky enough to meet each other. One of them proudly waved the only copper coin in his pocket and showed off to the other: I am richer than you! The other shouted with equal elation: You are not much richer than me! The self-esteem of both sides was well satisfied by each other.
After a brief discussion, we quickly arranged the order of appearance. The elf sharpshooter Xian Ge Ya Yi was our first player to step onto the stage. He faced a female dark elf shadow believer named "brain surgery correspondence dropout".
Shadow believers are an adventurous profession unique to the Doomsday Empire. As an advanced profession of priests, Shadow believers weaken their devout belief in Darrimos and instead believe more in the dark power of the goddess of death, Tevri Milans. Because of this, the restoration spells of Shadow believers can also work on the corrupted who have lost their lives. Compared with the believers of the Falvi Continent, the restoration spells of Shadow believers are not so significant and their defense capabilities are relatively weak, but they have certain advantages in individual attack power and negative impact on the enemy.
But no matter what, Shadow Follower is still an auxiliary healing profession. In a multiplayer adventure team, its existence may be able to play a much greater role than an ordinary adventurer, but in a one-on-one duel arena, only a huge level gap can make up for its significant disadvantage in combat skills.
A sharp arrow ignited a fountain of blood under the ribs of the dark elf, and the prelude to the battle was thus opened. Perhaps it was the long-standing wish between the two elves that had lasted for thousands of years that aroused the hatred of Xiange Yayi, or perhaps it was the repression of successive humiliations and defeats that erupted particularly fiercely at this moment. Our elf sharpshooter showed his unprecedented cruelty and ruthlessness at this moment. He clenched his teeth, and the muscles on his face were twisted by the frenzy of the battle. His originally handsome face became cold and ferocious. Without leaving any breathing space for the opponent, Xiange Yayi waved his hands continuously, and the sharp arrows were like a turbulent wind, whistling and rolling towards the shadow believers not far away. The air around him seemed to become tense as he pulled the bowstring again and again, and a short and sharp "buzzing" sound kept breaking through the air, as if a gloomy symphony of death was being played.
When fighting with a healing class, most of the time, it is not about who has higher attack power, but who is faster. If your attack speed is not fast enough, or if you miss the opportunity to attack continuously, leaving the opponent with time to use healing skills, then their own strong self-healing ability is enough to make the strongest warrior lose their fighting spirit: imagine, when you are exhausted and sweating all over, and finally cut his health to only a quarter, he will recover twice and stand in front of you full of energy again, with the bright red life line on his head filled to the point of cerebral hemorrhage, and then he will stand there waiting for you to continue attacking, and wait until the magic skill cools down before using the same trick again... Generally speaking, to end this long and boring repetitive work, two conditions are often required: either your fighting spirit is exhausted and you are unable to fight again, or his magic is empty and he is ready to be killed - of course, the premise is that your spirit has not collapsed in the meantime.
In short, this ugly battle without any aesthetics is simply a horrific humanitarian disaster for many people, and many people would rather be killed than continue such a boring battle. So, many times, many people, strictly speaking, are not killed by opponents of healing professions, but are dragged to death.
Xiange Yayi obviously did not make the above mistake. From the very beginning, he made the most correct tactical choice: he wisely gave up those powerful bow and arrow skills that took a long time to prepare, and chose the swift and fierce continuous arrows from the very beginning to suppress the opponent, making it impossible for the opponent to use high-level magic to launch a counterattack, thus seizing the initiative in one fell swoop. The dark elf shadow believer tried to cast a spell to counterattack three times in a row, but the spell was always interrupted by Xiange Yayi's quick arrows before it was halfway through, and the magic power that had been hard to gather was instantly dissipated.
Although her rhythm was disrupted right from the start, this dark elf girl named "Neurosurgery Correspondence Student" still showed an admirable tenacious fighting spirit. In this difficult situation , she did not give up and still used the lowest-level direct attack skill "Magic Missile" to fight back unyieldingly - although the attack power of these colorful missiles, which were not much bigger than a slingshot, was really not flattering, even the thin armor of Xiange Yayi could only take about 30 points of damage each time, but at least the fighting spirit of this alien girl was still commendable...
The "Continuous Shooting" skill of Xiange Yayi could not last for a long time. Before long, the fierce blade's momentum gradually slowed down, and soon lost its initial fierceness. But at this time, the health of the dark elf had been reduced by nearly one-third, and the damage of Xiange Yayi was so small that it could be almost ignored. Our elf sharpshooter established a significant advantage in a very short time.
Without the intensive attack of the "Continuous Shooting" skill, Xiange Yayi immediately changed his fighting style. As a long-range attacker, he did not maintain the usual shooting distance with the opponent, but instead pressed forward step by step against common sense, and soon approached the opponent within three steps. At this distance, even holding a short sword and dagger to fight the opponent in close combat would be enough, but our elf sharpshooter seemed still unsatisfied, and continued to move forward with a cold look, looking as if he wanted to shoot at the opponent's skin.
This strange tactic opened the eyes of the guys watching the fight from the opposite side of the ring. The lowest-ranking vampire fallen knight was full of confusion and kept shouting, "What kind of tactic is this? I've never seen such a fierce archer!"
The troll swordsman quickly found an explanation that he could accept:
"...This guy's main character must be a very powerful assassin..."
Chang Sanjiao couldn't help laughing at the other party's strange behavior. He covered his mouth and muttered softly, "This is nothing. If they saw Xian Ge Yayi putting his head into the wolf's mouth to shoot an arrow, wouldn't they go crazy?"
"Yeah..." Looking at Xian Ge Yayi's unusually brave fighting style, I couldn't help but recall the scene when I first met him and he killed a wild dog with one arrow, "...it looks like he is planning to play a face shot with that dark elf..." Thinking of the name that Niu Baiwan gave to this skill, I was inspired and exclaimed loudly.
"Ah..." When I was completely unprepared, a pair of delicate hands insidiously pinched my waist, almost tearing off my skin. If I hadn't experienced it myself, I simply couldn't imagine how such a pair of tender hands could burst out such a huge killing power. Compared with such a vicious pinch, the damage caused by the Battle Axe Berserker's "Rip Attack" skill was not even a minor injury.
I screamed miserably, covered my lower back, and turned my head around, then I saw the culprit who had murdered me...
" You're going to die..." Behind me, Yan Zhen put his hands on his hips and glared at me fiercely, but his eyes were flickering, as if he didn't dare to look me in the eye. His pretty pink face was red as if water was about to drip.
"...what...with that whore...that Yan...or something like that? What nonsense are you talking about?" The elf tamer scolded me hesitantly. Although it seemed like she was scolding me, her voice became smaller and smaller, and she didn't look righteous at all. By the end, I'm afraid even she couldn't hear herself clearly. She could only lower her head with a red face and admire the pair of handsome brown leather boots on her feet.
What this and that - I was completely confused and didn't know what she wanted to say - how could she pinch me so hard for no reason? I felt very wronged. What was even more wronged was that until she finished pinching me, I didn't know why she did it.
Women are really strange creatures...
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As an adventurer who mainly relies on long-range combat skills, the correspondence graduate of neurosurgery obviously does not have as much experience as Xiange Yayi in close combat with opponents. She is obviously not mentally prepared for close combat with a sharpshooter, and Xiange Yayi's extremely oppressive tactics make her extremely uncomfortable. She can only flee from Xiange Yayi's pursuit in a panic, while throwing a bunch of low-level spells with little lethality behind her without any method, hoping to slightly hinder the opponent's pace.
Originally, the best option for this dark elf shadow believer was to use less powerful attack spells to counterattack, accumulate as much magic power as possible, and then take advantage of the opportunity when Xiange Yayi's attack slowed down to recover her health as soon as possible and fight a protracted battle with the opponent. If she did this, even if she couldn't use her own recovery ability to grind Xiange Yayi to death, she could consume as much of his health as possible and create a better battle situation for her teammates who came later.
However, now, as her magic power was rapidly wasted on these ineffective attack magics, this dark elf girl who lacked combat experience was getting further and further away from the fruits of victory.
Even though the arena of the gods was very large, it couldn't withstand the dark elf's straight run. Soon, she was forced into a dead corner by Xiange Yayi, and at this time, her magic power was almost exhausted. When she was shot down on the arena by an arrow, Xiange Yayi's health was only less than one-third.
On the way to find the Temple of the God of War, I complained countless times that Feiyin did not bring a healer with us, so that our journey was full of setbacks and obstacles, and we even fell into a dilemma of difficulty in moving forward. It was not until now that I realized how far-sighted the decision made by the wise and wise president was: no matter what type of healer, there is an innate disadvantage that is difficult to make up for in the duel arena. Facts have proved that in this difficult task full of competition and challenges, every point of improvement in combat power is an extremely valuable bargaining chip for us who are far from being "strong". If we replace a half-baked healer with a team, it may make the journey a little easier, but the price we pay may be more and more miserable failures; instead of doing so, it is better to take a risk halfway and concentrate the strongest combat power of the entire guild, so that everyone can give full play to their strength in the arena, and win more opportunities.
One to zero. Even though we had anticipated this outcome before the battle began, we were still moved to tears when victory fell into our hands so easily. After all, this was the first time we were ahead of our opponents in the score since we stepped onto this fighting arena watched by the gods. We had been waiting for this moment for far too long!
"Xiao Xianzi, come on, try to take care of the next one as well. When you complete this task, I will promote you to vice president!" Fei Yin stood in the audience waving her hands and shouted at Xiange Yayi on the stage, impulsively making a promise of promotion.
Hearing the promise from the guild leader, Xiange Yayi happily ran to the side of the arena and asked hopefully, "Guild leader, the position of vice-chairman doesn't matter. It just means a little more authority and the ability to recruit people into the guild. I'm already satisfied being an ordinary soldier of the revolution in the guild. But considering my contribution to the guild, can I get my debt reduced a little? Just give me a thousand gold coins... a thousand... five hundred is fine... Hey, don't go, I know you can hear me... If not, a hundred gold coins will be fine too? Fifty? Twenty? Even a hundred silver coins will be fine..."
Yan Zhen stood quietly by the side, watching Xian Ge Ya Yi yelling and threatening at Fei Yin's back, holding her beloved pet Rabbit Cha Cha in one hand and covering her mouth with the other hand while laughing. Xian Ge Ya Yi on the stage noticed her gentle gaze, and immediately stopped yelling in vain, shrugged helplessly, made a face at her smugly, but couldn't help laughing first.
"Men can shoot, shoot, shoot without getting tired. You are a strong man and should not be tired..." When his emotions were deep, the half-orc shadow thief Yangtze River Delta could not help but sing loudly. With his rough voice full of wild tension, he sang a generous battle song that was very much in the style of the half-orcs and very suitable for the current reality for the strings and music on the ring.
Xian Ge Yayi was immediately encouraged and excitedly extended his middle finger, which symbolized courage and strength, to him - although I didn't understand what kind of heroic mood he wanted to express by this behavior, the situation clearly showed that this was obviously a "manly agreement" between close friends.
My heart was filled with great excitement and I couldn't hold back the rush of blood in my heart, so I raised my hands high and pointed my middle finger towards Xiange Yayi, to cheer for our friends on the stage.
Xian Ge Ya Yi seemed to feel my warm friendship, he gave me a grateful look and responded to my kindness with a middle finger. I nodded to him firmly.
What a beautiful friendship this is...
