The members of the God of Death Guild were obviously not sure of the exact location where Dongfang Herring came online. Although there were a large number of people, they were scattered. Seeing Dongfang Herring appearing, they came running from all directions. The players who were closer unleashed their attacks without mercy.
"Fireball!"
"Wind blade technique!"
"Liu Ya!"-
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A series of red numbers appeared above Dongfang Herring's head. Warriors and assassins were staring at the side. The magician's attack was too fast. They didn't dare to go forward to avoid accidental injury. Otherwise, the damage value would increase a few more.
1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds.
The buffer time and the 'Frost Spell' expired almost at the same time. Dongfang Herring loosened his hands and feet, and his fingers barely touched Voldemort's hand bone staff, and a burst of cold air fell.
"Frost!"
He froze again.
Dongfang Herring's expression twitched, and his eyes were very helpless. The 'Frost Spell' is a mixed auxiliary + offensive magic. This magic has a characteristic, it has a success rate, and it does not trigger the freezing effect 100%. Obviously, Dongfang Herring's luck is not very good.
The little devil is difficult to deal with, and the soldiers and thieves around are all surprised. In 3 seconds, even if the poor damage of the 'Frost Spell' is not counted, the damage from the magician's attack alone exceeds 600 points. Is it just a magician, and the life value is higher than that of a warrior?
Another three seconds passed, and this time more people joined the attack. The damage value exceeds 800 points.
The Oriental herring is not dead yet.
"Frost!"
fail!
Before Dongfang Herring could be happy in the future, the thief Lightning next to him gave him a knife-
62!
The damage value doesn't matter, the key is to trigger the attribute on the dagger, paralysis.
The duration is 1 second.
All kinds of attacks have not stopped, and the red number on Dongfang Herring's head also keeps floating in the air.
When 1 second expired, the thieves struck again, -62, this time the 'paralysis' did not appear, but the barbarian's mace fell almost at the same time.
boom!
Dongfang Herring was shocked all over, and his mind went blank.
"Vertigo!"
The sequelae after a severe blow to the head lasts for 1 second.
"Weakness!"
"Drowsy!"
Seeing that his health had dropped below 1000 points, Dongfang Herring was desperate and gave up struggling. Facing so many people, one auxiliary spell for each person was enough to keep him in a state of being unable to fight back forever.
There are many people and many skills. Even if the success rate of skills is 10%, 10 people can accumulate to 100%. Moreover, the success rate of these people is much higher than 10%. Dongfang Herring struggled at first, but seeing more and more The person approached, his heart slowly cooled down, the light of hatred stared at the little devil, and he died when he died, but from then on, he made up his mind in his heart that he would never die with the Death Guild.
From head to toe, he didn't offend anyone from the Death God Guild. They were all troublemakers from the Death God Guild. It's just that he didn't have enough means, so he suffered a disadvantage, but it's obviously not good for them to suffer. He must be killed. .
强牺  读牺。 The logic of a typical robber is to rob others and not allow others to resist.
As everyone knows, the members of the Reaper Guild were even more shocked. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have suspected that the person in front of them was not a player, but a humanoid monster. According to incomplete statistics, they attacked Dongfang Herring for more than 8 seconds, and dealt more than 8,000 points of damage, and Dongfang Herring hasn't died yet. Is this still human? Does the player have such high health?
"I saw the despair in your eyes and was very angry, but I want to tell you that this is just the beginning, and your end is in Novice Village." The little ghost said calmly.
Dongfang Herring in the 'paralyzed' state couldn't move or speak, but his thinking was clear. He stared at the little devil, his eyes clearly expressing his hatred.
"A few times before, you were lucky and ran fast. In the future, you won't have such an opportunity." The corner of the little ghost's mouth overflowed with disdain. He never believed in individual heroism. Whether the boss is strong or not depends on being killed by the players. No matter how strong a single player is, he is no match for a boss.
The health value fell below 500 points, and Dongfang Herring had completely given up his efforts. He was thinking about what equipment would be exploded after death, what was left, and if he wanted to take revenge, what was missing and what needed to be prepared. What he never expected was that at the moment when he was most desperate, a golden halo descended from the sky, covering his entire body.? On his head, for a split second, all the negative magic was invalidated.
"Aura of justice!"
A very magical aura, which will not increase the combat power, nor will it increase the life value and various attributes. The only use is to be immune to various negative magic, and the duration is 3 seconds.
"Vertigo!"
"Frost!"
"Delay!"
These gentle magic fell on Dongfang Herring, and the moment it touched the 'halo of justice', it turned into green smoke and disappeared. Because the 'halo of justice' appeared so suddenly, Dongfang Herring froze for a second before reacting. While picking up Voldemort's bone staff, he threw out the body of the 'tusk pig'.
"Resurrection!"
A milky white light accurately landed on his head, and his health instantly increased by 100. It was the priest's healing skill, a small healing technique. Dongfang Herring has already determined that the "halo of justice" is not because the Death God Guild was too nervous to send it wrong, but because someone is helping him. Although he doesn't know who it is, his confidence has soared.
The Fanged Pig was revived, and rushed out with an extremely ugly roar, and the big move "Brutal Charge" came up.
Boom, boom, boom!
Directly killing three magicians in a flash, the screams were too late, and the corpses were thrown five or six meters away.
"Stop him!"
The little ghost was so angry that he chased Dongfang Herring first, but sadly found that he was a warrior, and his speed was not as fast as that of a magician, Dongfang Herring. Dongfang Herring walked backwards, and his speed was still a third faster than him. .
At this time, .c om Zhang Si. "Quickly rewind¡ª¡ª" the little devil's troubled eyeballs suddenly bulged, he braked suddenly, turned around and jumped out, but he was still a step too slow, a bead exploded behind him, and thick fog instantly enveloped the space with a radius of 3.5.
Just being contaminated by the dense fog for less than 0.2 seconds, the face of the little devil has turned dark green, and the red number -250-250-250 floated above his head as bright as blood.
"Priest¡ª" the little ghost yelled uncontrollably, grabbed the red medicine and poured it into his mouth as fast as he could. He didn't want to die, he had already been hung up twice, and it would be the third time. By then, the level would not be able to keep up. He knew that just drinking the medicine was not enough, a priest must cooperate to save his level.
But would the Oriental Herring allow him to escape so easily? The bodies of 6 Siberian gray wolves were thrown out, and the magic wands were shot out one after another.
"Resurrection!"
To control the big and to control the owl. "Resurrection!"