Because of the African Emirates, all the lucky points are counted.

The two kept retreating towards the edge of the cliff, and the people of One Finger Legion also kept shrinking the encirclement like hunting, and drove them towards the edge of the cliff.

This mountain is called Tianya Peak, and its shape is very unique. It is not a triangle, but a trapezoid. There is a forest on the top of the trapezoid. Except for the road down the mountain, 90% of the border of the forest is tightly wrapped by lush trees, which is the default of the system. borders of the map.The remaining 10% is a piece of bare loess flat land, and at the end is the edge of the cliff. The mountain wall is straight at 90 degrees. From a distance, it looks like a mound has been chopped away with a knife.

This is the Duantian Cliff.

"Catch them alive and prepare to intercept them!" Seeing that the two of them were about to rush out of the forest and enter the unobstructed loess flat of Duantian Cliff, Ye Ling decisively ordered to his friends.

The so-called capture alive means to stop people before they jump off the cliff, and then kill and explode things on the spot.From here to the bottom of the cliff, you can either fall freely or go down the mountain.If the two really jumped off the cliff, One Finger Legion walked down a section of the mountain road, and the things of the two of them must have been picked up by passers-by.

Yeling was mainly concerned about exploding things, but with a whistling, he was obsessed with hitting the face himself, so he rushed to the front very actively, and as soon as he caught the figures of the two, he immediately threw out several displacement skills and pasted them.Xing Wenbo and Wen He only felt the wind whizzing behind their buttocks, and when they looked back, there was a whistling and fiercely chasing them with their knives in their faces.

Wen He was startled suddenly, passed the roaring figure, saw another person behind him, and blurted out: "It's over—"

"What?" Xing Wenbo followed Wen He's gaze, and there was a small blonde girl in a black robe, with ponytails and big Kazilan eyes blinking, quite conspicuous among the players of One Finger Legion.

That is the cute girl from One Finger Legion as Chihuahua.

Xing Wenbo was puzzled, what's going on?Could it be that Wen He is a lolicon?

"There is a black magician." Wen He said.

Magician is a major class of professions, which is governed by the magician professional guild. Elemental magicians, holy magicians, summoners, and black magicians are all professional branches under magicians.Among them, the elemental magician is a fighter that engages in output quickly, and the holy magician is a nanny. The characteristics of the summoner are not so fixed, and the degree of freedom is relatively large.

Black mages are the most unorthodox type of mages. They can't attack, defend, or assist, and love to cause damage—they can invalidate all spell-like skills.

In short, the Black Mage is a traitor to the wizarding profession, one that, if played well, can make other wizards cry.

Wen He frowned.As a short-legged little squishy, ​​he is not afraid of warriors and magic knights, but he is indeed afraid of black mages.Today, the black magician is probably here to target him. He sings a skill and the opponent loses one, so he can't play.

Xing Wenbo was taken aback for a moment, and understood the seriousness of the matter, "Then what should we do?"

Wen He thought for a while, "Plan B."

Plan B is very simple - he can only use one skill, and use one skill to decide the outcome.In other words, he was unable to provide any output or support, and Xing Wenbo had to hold back the hatred of the audience by himself until Wen He successfully released this skill.

There is no way to do this, it's better than jumping off a cliff.

Wen He's expression was very solemn, but Xing Wenbo smiled cheerfully, "It's okay, let's see how I show off."

The battle begins.Xing Wenbo turned around abruptly, and faced the menacing pursuers of the One Finger Legion with a righteous face, which surprised the members of the One Finger Legion for a while.It was obviously a solitary figure, but he stood out like a thousand horses and thousands of troops.

Xing Wenbo quickly scanned the enemies in front of him, his eyes locked on to a whistling, and he was taken aback by the whistling, always feeling...that he was being targeted?

... No, he is here for revenge, and justice is on the side of their Avengers—he is guilty!

Seeing that Xing Wenbo was not moving, he swung the knife with a whistling and swept out a quick slash. At this moment, Xing Wenbo suddenly started to move, and the mountain/sword was eight thousand miles away. The moon flashed coldly in his hand, as if it had really wiped out a line The moonlight, human and knife unite, as fast as lightning, rushing towards a whistling.

coming!

A whistling imaginary head-on confrontation is a sword, light, sword, light, light, flint, blood surging and engulfing mountains and rivers. He was waiting for the sound of weapons colliding, but the knife he swung out did not encounter any obstacles.

...is really lonely.Before the knife was withdrawn with a whistling sound, it was discovered that Xing Wenbo had disappeared.

This is... again? !

Xing Wenbo felt that the system owed him an opening remark: Come on, today I will show you what it means to pass with a knife.

Passing someone with a knife means, "As long as I'm fast enough, you can't hit me, and I can't hit you."

Xing Wenbo continued to perform this special function conscientiously. His technique of circling people had already been perfected on the court, and it even became instinctive. Once he entered that atmosphere, the urge to move in his body began to awaken.As for this game character, he has always been full of agility, and his body is unprecedentedly light and sensitive, breaking the boundaries that are bound in reality, in order to completely let himself go.

Relying on their large number of people, One Finger Legion was confident at the beginning, thinking that throwing skills casually could kill them both.However, Xing Wenbo had only been around for less than a minute, and he almost drove them crazy.

That feeling is probably like aiming a hand/gun at a buzzing mosquito. Thousands of words can be summed up in three words: miss.

Xing Wenbo was doing his best amidst the crowd's wailing, and the demon knight Yeling who finally entered the arena swung his sword, and a burst of flames swept across the ground. Xing Wenbo was startled, backed up again and again, and finally rolled backwards, exiting Yeling's skill range in time , but the corner of his clothes was still stained with sparks, and his health slowly declined.

Ye Ling, who was dressed in shining armor, held the hilt of his sword in one hand, pointing the tip of the sword at the ground, and walked forward step by step.When Xing Wenbo saw this aura, he knew that this person was difficult to deal with.

The Demon Knight is a close-combat with both magic attack and physical attack. It also has short- and medium-range range skills. It can fight and carry. It is the most popular profession for brushing mazes and downloading dungeons, and it is two extremes with black mages who are suspected of going wherever they go.

Yeling didn't use displacement skills very much, and he didn't rush to chase Xing Wenbo's ass like a whistle. He just approached calmly and slowly, compressing Xing Wenbo's effective movement space bit by bit.

Not only did Yeling arrange his skills in an orderly manner, he also didn't forget to instruct his teammates how to use their skills. "Freedom Continent" has a rather foolish setting that the attack will inevitably hurt the teammates, which is very exciting, and it is possible to kill the teammates if they act recklessly.

Under the leadership of Yeling, the One Finger Legion, which was originally a mess, released their skills one after another, and one map after another spread the loess flat land of Duantianya. No matter how fast Xing Wenbo moved, he couldn't completely touch the ground. Playing this siege like minesweeping is to force Xing Wenbo to have no place to stand except minefields.

Xing Wenbo's situation is critical, and the One Finger Legion feels that they are sure of victory.

At this time, a soy sauce player of the One Finger Legion, "Pineapple Fried Chicken", found that their other boss, Chihuahua, hadn't made a move from beginning to end. , why don't you go up?"

Chihuahua smiled innocently, "I think Brother Yeling is very good, and he should be able to win soon~ I don't have much output anyway, so please come on~"

Ye Ling on the battlefield heard this, if he wasn't busy fighting, he would definitely go back: Why did you come here when you knew you had no output.

Fried chicken with pineapple thought about it, there was nothing wrong with this reasoning, what Mengmei said was right, so she turned around and devoted herself to the battlefield again.

As soon as the pineapple fried chicken left, the Chihuahua looked away again, focusing on Wen He who was hiding behind Xing Wenbo.

She waited for Wen He to develop his skills.

Wen He kept moving while cooperating with Xing Wenbo's performance, while observing the terrain and choosing the best skill placement point.He could always feel the persistent gaze not far away.

But Xing Wenbo couldn't wait any longer.Wen He raised his staff, opened and closed his lips, and began to chant.

Chihuahua's eyes are wide open, and the crystal ball is floating in front of her, shining brightly, ready to call at any time.

Wen He recited the spell softly.

"I celebrate myself, and sing myself, and what I assume you shall assume, Foreveryatombelongingtomeasgoodbelongstoyou.

The legend of Wen He has been heard N times by the entire Yizhi Legion, mainly because of the whistling of the first victim. In short, everyone knows that Wen He is a nature-type summoner who can actively chant and use spell crit.At this moment, Chihuahua was not surprised to see Wen He singing while moving.

She is patiently biding her time.If the black magician wants to invalidate the opponent's magic skills, he must wait for the opponent's skills to be released, and he must correctly distinguish the opponent's skill type before using targeted black magic. 99.99% of black magicians are noobs, because they lack this kind of precise judgment. Without such a brain, it is better to play the magic knight without a brain.

The more the Chihuahua waited, the more he felt something was wrong.

Wen He's chant was too long.

"I believe in you my soul, the other I ammust nota base itself to you, and you must not beabased to the other.

Someone tried to bypass Xing Wenbo and interrupt Wen He's singing, but Xing Wenbo steadfastly guarded in front of Wen He. Once he realized that Wen He could not avoid it by his own position, Xing Wenbo would simply rush over and block it with his body. Take that blow.

Then Gu Lulu rolled on the ground, and while kneeling on one leg, he took out a bottle of red medicine, poured it down a few gulps, and with a flick of the bottle, it shattered on the ground with a bang.

Continue fighting.Keep singing.

"And limit less are leaves stiffer rooping in the fields, And brownants in the little wells beneath them, Andmossys cab soft the wormfence, heap'dstones, elder, mullein and poke-weed."

After Wen He sang the last syllable, a dull rumbling sound rang out from under everyone's feet.

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chihuahua opened his mouth a little bit.

This is no ordinary summoning skill.This is... a scene call!

The author has something to say: The Chinese-English version of the spell "Light of Self"——

Icelebrate myself, and sing myself,

And what I assume you shalla assume,

Foreveryatombelongingtomeasgoodbelongstoyou.

Iloafean invitemysoul,

Ileanandloafeatmyeaseobservingaspearofsummergrass.

I praise myself, I sing to myself,

All that I have said shall apply to you as well,

For every atom that belongs to me also belongs to you.

I invite my soul to roam with me,

I looked down and leisurely observed a blade of summer grass.

I believe in you my soul, the other I ammust nota base itself to you,

And you must not be based on the others.

Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,

Notwords, notmusicorrhymeIwant, notcustommorlecture, noteventhebest,

OnlythelullIlike,thehumofyourvalvdvoice.

I believe in you, my soul, but I will never make others bow to you,

You also shouldn't belittle yourself to others.

Swim on the grass with me, let go of your throat,

I don't need words, or songs, or music, neither clichés nor speeches, not even the best,

I like nothing but silence, the murmur of your regulated voice.

And limitlessareleavesstiffordroopinginthefields,

Andbrownantsinthelittlewellsbeneaththem,

Andmossys scab soft the wormfence, heap'dstones, elder, mullein and poke-weed.

Endless are the dead leaves falling in the fields,

and the brown ants in the little holes under the leaves,

Moss-eaten hedges, heaps of rocks, elderberries, mullein, burdock.

Excerpt from Leaves of Grass, "Song of Myself", BY Whitman