Diablo Destruction

After all, it's just a projection. Orak'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 the net. 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 I could not really see the strength of these four people, but based on the level they are currently showing, they can 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 touched it when 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, he looks like a middle-aged male wizard with a solemn face, if you meet him normally. I would definitely think of him as an ordinary polite, knowledgeable and wise mage, but the style he showed in fighting is really annoying.

You can clearly see it just by looking at the way he moves. The weird steps are like snakes, like walking on seven stars, or two steps forward and three steps back. Imitating Lingbo's microsteps, the movement is very slow, but it gives people an erratic and 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’s twisted! Although the movement is very slight. But how can I escape from my magic eye, which is equipped with lighting attributes and can be used as a master with a piercing gaze?

Of course, there is nothing wrong with his positioning. For a profession like a mage with low sensitivity and low blood pressure, it would be impossible if he did not learn how to teleport. Even after learning how to teleport, moving is their second life.

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

But there is a lustful aura emanating from this mage's movements, as well as the light footwork that can make the enemy's teeth chatter in temptation. Coupled with the serious expression on his face, it really makes people speechless. It completely subverts the image of the mage in my mind. Even the old man Farah can only be described as a rogue at best, far from being called a rogue. The word lustful. (I guess Farah is also a prostitute, but she is too embarrassed to show it in front of her juniors).

As for the remaining barbarian, I have to praise him deeply. Fierce, fierce general brother! ! He waved two sabers in his hands, and swung the ground with a fierce scream. The "whooshing" sound of the wind made even me, who was watching in the distance, frightened. I really don't know where the monster standing in front of it and desperately resisting came from. courage.

He seemed not to notice the attacks of Dark Demon and Orak 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 you go. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and screams continued.

The weak dark demon simply couldn't withstand his rubbing. Orac's hard limbs were about to break in front of the storm he blew, and he occasionally raised his head and let out a thunderous roar. His face covered with blood and flesh foam looked like crazy. He was using the barbarian's two skills. The first level skill - shouting, can increase the defense of yourself and your teammates by 100% at the first level, which is more terrifying than the resistance aura of the Paladin. The only shortcoming is that the duration 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 posture, the visual impact of the flying flesh and blood made me excited. It is true that among the seven major professions, no one dares to compete head-on with the barbarian, who is known as a battle 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, whose defense is not compromised. For Paladins, their speed is not inferior to that of Assassins, and their endurance is even more dominant among the seven major professions. They are like tireless fighting machines. Competing endurance with a barbarian is recognized as the most stupid behavior.

Of course, this does not mean that the barbarian profession is the strongest among the seven major 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 the 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 fire resistance points to resist its fire bomb attacks ( Less than 5 points of damage), the druid needs about 20, while the lowest barbarian has to reach 30.

Secondly, 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 was the fragile dark demon, which had almost been assassins shuttled through it. There were also barbarians that were rampaging like heavy tanks and were wiped out. At this time, only four of the ten Okla were left in danger.

These four Okla 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 tightened together like crabs. This is their escape. signs ahead.

I saw them retreating suddenly, not much slower than moving forward, and their fiery red buttocks were shaking. It seemed like something shot out from inside.

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 stabbing into 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, unable to move. The one who screamed during the struggle fell to the ground like a worm.

Orak, who was bent on escaping, didn't expect such an unexpected harvest. The spider web he had always used to escape actually caught his prey? At this moment, its spider soul was on fire - how difficult it was! He is probably the only Orak in the tribe who uses spider silk to catch prey. No, he must be taken back. It depends on who dares to say that the spider silk of the Orak family can only be used to escape.

It continued to spin the web onto the ground, and a pair of steel claws pulled it alternately as quickly as 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 seems that he plans to take the "trophies" back to his lair.

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 Orak's spider silk is very sticky and cannot be broken away with the strength of the assassin, the stickiness will disappear soon. It didn't take half a minute for the assassin to break free from the net, so the three of them looked like they were just watching the fun. 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, then this thing Embarrassing things 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 held the wall with one hand. His shoulders were shaking constantly, but his face could still maintain a serious look. It's just that the muscles in his cheeks are trembling all the time, which makes him look a little weird. He is 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 agile as a gliding white crane with spread wings. He walked forward for almost ten meters before his figure 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" sound, 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 body was already in the sky above the fleeing Orak.

Amazing! !

I was dumbfounded as I stared at the black figure 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 tall barbarians could use this skill to reach the level of martial arts masters that only appear in novels. Combined with their terrifying close combat capabilities, the title of barbarians is the best in close combat. 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, my mind immediately flashed to the moment when the tauren leader in Warcraft used "War Trample". The whole tomb shook three times, making me wonder if 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 still better 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. He was dizzy, his body was swaying like a drunken crab, and he could 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 and make do. 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.

"It's really embarrassing this time."

The assassin cursed and tore off the spider silk that was stuck to his body. Although the stickiness was reduced, it would not be able to be cleaned in a short while. He immediately stared at the four with burning eyes, who were standing on tiptoes, 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 him hard.

"Chirp——"

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

"Go to hell, die..."

At this moment, 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 being until his 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.

"Chirp——"

The glory of the Orak clan, the only Orak hero Ayudas who successfully caught his prey with spider silk, finally could not resist the crazy eruption of the escaped prey, and let out a scream that was not sure whether it was a scream or a joyful one. After the sharp sound, its entire soft belly suddenly exploded, and colorful disgusting liquid flowed all over the floor.

"Hockleaf, you bastard, one of them is going to run away."

The angry assassin obviously planned to kill all the Oraks. He didn't care about the disgusting liquid splashing on himself. He pointed at an Orak that was escaping quickly and shouted loudly.

"Okay, I'll leave this to you."

The hot-blooded barbarian roared, throwing down the scarred Orak in front of him, and exerting force on his feet, the whole thing even suddenly rose into the sky...

"Huh? Where are the people?"

For a long time, the figure of the barbarian leaping high seemed to disappear out of thin air. Only the figure of Orak running further and further away was left, gradually disappearing into the depths of the dim corridor. Everyone raised their sights in unison, only to I saw a strong, headless body hanging on the ceiling of the solid tomb, with its legs struggling constantly. It looked particularly terrifying and - mischievous in the gloomy tomb...

Tests have proven that if you have nothing to do, don’t jump around.