Diablo Destruction

Chapter 427 The battlefield changed by one person (Part 2)

The barbarian Oscar in the center of the formation, with his muscular arms as thick as the thighs of an ordinary adventurer, was wielding two golden two-handed swords to slash and kill.

The heavy two-handed weapon was driven effortlessly by him. The three-meter range centered on him was like a meat grinder. All the Doom Knights who rushed up were ruthlessly chopped into pieces and flew away.

The sword was like a rainbow, slashing down from the top of the body of the Doom Knight in front. A white light flashed through, and the Doom Knight's body suddenly split into two pieces, neatly separated from the center.

"Latin, Xiao Ding, Ding Ding..."

Repeating such actions, Oscar shouted loudly, and his rough voice actually suppressed the shouts of fighting around him for a moment.

"Whizzing--"

The three flying knives were arranged in a Z-shaped pattern and shot towards Oscar's big butt that was twisting with his body, hitting the target. Although the low attack power of the flying knives could not cause any harm to this rough-skinned barbarian, There is still pain like an injection.

"You pig, why are you shouting with a broken voice?"

As a cold male voice sounded, a ghostly black shadow flashed past him. The most shocking thing was that this black shadow actually came out of the pile of monsters on the opposite side. In other words, he had just Travel through the ocean of Doom Knights and regard all Doom Knights as nothing! !

Even for an assassin known for his speed and dexterity, this is a bit too shocking.

"I'm afraid you'll get lost, so why don't you yell?" Oscar said with a cheeky smile.

"Say, what's the matter?"

The assassin, covered in a tight-fitting black cloak, lowered his brows and seemed to be helpless about Oscar's rogueness.

"Help me go to the defense line and see what's going on? It feels weird. There are obviously more monsters this time than the previous two hunting activities, but why do I feel that the monster's attack strength is much weaker?"

Oscar said dully. He had adapted to the high-intensity fighting of hunting activities, and now he felt a sense of discomfort as he was suddenly relieved from the busy work and became idle. Could it be that these little bones were secretly cheating?

"I also have this feeling."

Assassin Latin nodded slightly. When he shuttled back and forth between the Knights of Doom, he also felt that the density of monsters seemed to be much sparser than before.

The next moment, this cool assassin flicked his fingers and flew towards the defense line. Not long after he left, waves of flames suddenly burst out from under Oscar's feet. He was so frightened that he bounced around like a kangaroo, and finally managed to escape from the range of the flames.

"Tch, he's such a vengeful guy. No wonder everyone says the assassin is petty."

Oscar murmured in a low voice. It turned out that Latin placed an assassin's third-level trap skill Flame Resurrection at his feet before he left. The placement of the trap was very clever. He just "accidentally" rubbed Oscar's side, which was within the allowable error range of the assassin's trap, making him unable to pursue the case.

Is it possible for an assassin like Latin to make an error?

Although Oscar said this in a low voice, how could he hide it from the assassin who had a soft ear? The ears of the nearby assassins twitched, and they secretly made a note of this in their hearts, hoping to settle the score with this barbaric bastard when they return.

After a while, Latin's ghostly figure came back.

"There's a master on the right wing."

"Master?"

Oscar repeated doubtfully. It’s not that I don’t understand the meaning of Latin, a similar situation has happened before. During the hunting activity, the masters at the back arrived late. Seeing that the middle was already occupied by several masters, they joined the two wings of the formation, causing the monster in the center of the battlefield to " Loss".

However, it has never been so exaggerated!

"Which team is it?"

subconsciously. Several familiar figures flashed through Oscar's mind. The firepower was so fierce. Could it be that these guys got some good equipment? hateful! !

"No, not a team, a druid, one!"

Latin bit "one" very hard. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

"What?"

Oscar's face showed a look of extreme surprise. He knew that Latin never lied. If he said that, it must be true.

Which druid is it? It can actually have more firepower than an entire team of demon fortress-level advanced adventurers?

"Interesting. Let's go take a look. There's nothing to see here anyway." After thinking for a moment, a smile appeared on Oscar's rough face.

The firepower of the monsters in the central area has been reduced a lot. Even if a few of them are gone, it is enough to deal with it.

Under Oscar's greeting, the two men slowly moved to the right while killing. For a moment, it seemed that all attention was directed to the right wing of the formation.

At this time, the right-wing front was already in danger.

After instantly killing the Elite Doom Knight, I canceled my transformation. There was no way, it was too energy-consuming. Transforming into a werewolf consumes physical energy, and constantly using skills consumes mental and physical strength. I have to endure the continuous misfortune alone. The knight's attack was not much better than the time in Kurast when he resisted ten thousand spiders.

When dealing with thousands of spiders, at least I still have the advantage of the terrain, including Ghost Wolf, Princess Sanwu and Little Ghost. But here, I have to make time to support the adventurers on the other two sides, even if I have the stamina of the Paladin. The halo is too much to bear.

There is still energy potion, but this thing will overdraw your physical strength and have serious side effects. After it is over, you will have to sleep for at least a day and a night. It is not critical now, so it is better not to drink it if you can.

Originally, I thought that if I lowered the frequency of attacks and the speed of killing, the pressure here would gradually decrease, but I was wrong. These knights of doom seemed to have identified this place and kept coming. Not only did the pressure not decrease, , but increased dramatically.

Isn't it just to kill one of your bosses, why are you so excited? You stingy ones, look at you, your eyes are so anxious that they are green (the eyes of the Knight of Doom are originally green).

I don't know. The current situation has nothing to do with the death of the elite Doom Knight, because I have completely moved the axis of the entire battlefield here. Now, even if I reduce the attack frequency and lethality, the axis will not change accordingly.

The principle is the same as spilled water. Once it has been spilled, how can it be recovered?

Just as the adventurers were retreating steadily, the entire right wing had sunk. It became crooked, and when I held the energy potion in my hand.

"Haha——, it's really lively here, I, Lao Ka, want to join in the fun."

A thunderous voice suddenly sounded. Normally, the adventurers might have frowned and covered their ears, but now, everyone smiled in surprise.

Nothing else. In the entire Demon Fortress, no one else has such a voice except Oscar.

Just these words made the already gloomy adventurer relax his face and burst into incomparable momentum. This is the charm of Oscar. As a veteran strongman of the Demon Fortress, his position in the minds of other adventurers, no matter how outstanding I am now, is temporarily incomparable.

Horsepower is known from a distance. It has been seen in people's hearts for a long time, and the brilliance of a flash in the pan can never be remembered by people. Only long-term power can establish a tall and clear image in people's hearts. Therefore, the voice alone can make people feel at ease.

Oscar did not disappoint these adventurers. When he arrived, he was like a farmer harvesting hard with a sickle. Suddenly there was a harvester, and two of the Doom Knights who came up were chopped away with one swing of his sword.

Seeing the two fierce Knights of Doom shattered into skeletons in Oscar's hands in a matter of seconds and scattered high in the air, the adventurer suddenly became excited.

After one blow, two small whirlwinds like transparent white snakes surrounded Oscar's body, and the big man seemed to have taken an aphrodisiac. Movement speed and attack speed are suddenly increased. It was no less impressive than me who had been blessed with a halo of energy, and my huge three-meter-tall body rushed into the pile of Doom Knights. Like a tiger among sheep.

The barbarian's fifth-level combat skill is frenzy.

The moment Oscar and the others appeared, I had already sneaked back and entered the "commercial break" mode. I was slightly surprised when I saw Oscar's strong appearance.

This big guy's strength is indeed beyond compare.

His attack output is no less than my werewolf state. As for why I can still shift the axis of the battlefield here... of course it is with the advantage of skills. I have the bug protection bonus. At this stage, Who dares to compete with me for skill damage?

No matter how strong Oscar is, he can't be like me. He can kill hundreds of Knights of Doom with one rabies virus, kill elites instantly with one flame claw, and have improved lava boulders, volcanic explosions and fire storms. Even if he has five more Oscar can't keep up with my full skill output damage.

However, adventurers cannot rely solely on skills, especially on the battlefield or in long-lasting battles. Oscar told me with his own actions that in this case, plain and simple attacks are the way to go.

One sword cut off the Iron Helmet of the Knight of Doom like tofu. Before it could rejoice that its life had been saved, a lightning-fast sword had already split it open completely. In the green eyes before it died, The trace of happiness about surviving the disaster has not completely dissipated.

One sword strike, and then another strike. Wherever Oscar went, it was as if an indestructible mountain was pressing down on him. No one could shake his body.

The speed of his sword is not fast, and the angle of his attack is not tricky, but each sword is full of great momentum. The sky-breaking sword track seems to have locked the opponent's soul tightly, making it impossible to hide. Can hide.

This is a kind of "power", an invincible "power". If Sarah's fighting method is vicious swordsmanship combined with nimble body skills, then Oscar is a combination of power and sword. His swordsmanship is very simple, sweeping, Straight chopping, these two are the most used.

A whole new realm opened up in my eyes.

The powerful momentum not only made Oscar invincible, but also the surrounding adventurers were exaggerated by his momentum. With his teammates, he could stabilize the precarious battle line alone.

And my eyes also moved from Oscar to his teammate. He was an assassin. There was no doubt about it, just by looking at his outfit and silent movements.

Under Oscar's tall body and huge momentum, the assassin following him seemed a bit inconspicuous. He seemed to enjoy this kind of neglect, silently hiding in Oscar's shadow, with his eyes revealed from the cloak and hat. , flashing with the same cold light as the dagger in his hand.

The moment my eyes fell on him, those cold eyes turned around at lightning speed like irritated poisonous snakes to meet my gaze. After a brief flash of surprise and curiosity, the temperature in the eyes seemed to rise again. He paused for a little while, then nodded slightly towards me.

Does he know me?

I was a little surprised to see the assassin's inexplicable change to a friendly attitude. Judging from the character of this kind of person, I observed him with such an unscrupulous look. It would be considered nice if he didn't snort and throw a throwing knife.

"By the way, where's that Druid? Latin, Xiao Ding, Ding Ding, what's going on?"

While slashing wildly, Oscar yelled at the top of his voice. If he didn't speak, his simple attacks and arrogant aura would make him look like a master. But when he spoke, his image changed. He fell into the form of the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

But at this time, no one would complain about his loud voice, except for the assassin whose name was so weird that I wanted to flip the table over, Latin. Little Ding. Ding Ding, and me...

In unison, everyone turned their attention to me, who was playing the "advertisement break" behind them.

"Good boy, is it really you?"

Oscar followed everyone's gazes and soon discovered someone who was smiling silly at him.

When he saw that the opponent was still a newcomer, he arranged him to the safer right wing of the formation, so when Latin said this, he was already a little suspicious.

"It's not just me."

Hua Lun pushed back her smooth bangs, revealing her shining teeth, and brushed Tian Qi with Rejoice, she was so confident.

"Okay, okay, come here and show your skills. Let me see what you are capable of."

Probably because he was disgusted, Oscar's eyes rolled up, and his arrogant tone was just like a sentence often said by wealthy people visiting brothels: Girl, give me a smile.

"oh."

I calmly took out six throwing knives and threw them towards Oscar with a stabbing sound.

"Your grandpa's is not mine, it's a monster, a monster!!"

Oscar, whose butt was blossoming again, was so angry that he was jumped up and down. As a result, the Knight of Doom behind him accidentally hit him with a sword on his butt. It happened that the Knight of Doom had a fire element in his attack, using two very contrasting swords. The only word to describe this poor big guy is that he got his anus fucked.

Ahem, just four words.

Looking at Oscar covering his butt and jumping up and down, a smile flashed in the eyes of the assassin next to him, and then his body suddenly became blurry. Even with my eyesight, I could only see his figure passing by. Got into the monster pile.

Holy shit, so fierce?