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Volume 10 Bug Chapter 122 I want to change teammates (Part 1)

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    Chapter 122 I want to change my teammates (Part 1)

    Since the first step on this plateau snowy land, we have been facing two enemies at the same time: one is the Chachenke Sasquatch, an indigenous resident with a violent temper who has thrived on this snowy mountain for generations;  The other is the soft, cold, white snow under our feet, which looks sacred and noble but is actually sinister and cunning.

    Every piece of snow here is like a death trap specially set for travelers from afar. Every time we take a step forward, we must insert our feet into the thick snow.  The snow is soft and fluffy. It is so soft and hard to bear when you step on it. It feels as if you are stepping on a suspended thin plate. It always makes people feel uneasy. They are afraid that it will not be able to withstand the pressure at that moment and will completely collapse under their feet and become a giant that can be swallowed up.  The white abyss of life.  Every time we took a step forward, we had to struggle to pull our boots out of the thick snow.  These white monsters are binding our legs and feet all the time, but we are completely powerless against them. The only thing we can do is perseverance and patience.

    But our opponents have no such concerns at all - I once said that their naturally wide and wide feet allow them to move freely on the snow without being subject to speed penalties due to the influence of the terrain.  This deformity makes them look like sluggish ducks when they move around.  Maybe you will think that they are not terrible because of this. I certainly will not deny your wise judgment.  But you may be able to understand this from another angle - of course a slow duck is not scary, the scary thing is that you are slower than a duck.

    So, when a group of Sasquatch slowly attack you with big wooden clubs, you could have dodged the slow and unorganized attack, but now you have to drag your legs that are not easy to move and forcefully attack you.  Heading forward towards the original murder weapon flying in the sky.

    What is distressing is that this group of uncivilized plateau barbarians cannot receive the rigorous and demanding combat skills training of warrior trainers, let alone master the dignified, accurate and practical combat skills of professional adventurers.  The big wooden stick is like a crazy snake in their hands. Sometimes it beats from top to bottom, sometimes it swings left and right, sometimes it stabs you head-on, and it even attacks you very obscenely.  Flirting from bottom to top - I use my own painful experience to sincerely warn you that in this mess with no technical content at all, the only thing you can do is of positive significance.  The thing is to clamp your thighs together and pray to the Supreme God with all your piety, so as not to accidentally hit your vital parts by this unorganized beating - friendly reminder, especially your crotch.

    ¡°At least¡­ouch¡­don¡¯t get hit twice in a row¡­

    I still can't figure it out. When I successfully became a full-time professional, the book that was handed to me along with the "Badge of the War Warrior" had no attribute bonuses, could neither be discarded nor damaged, and could not be used for trading.  What is the use of the "Warrior's Manual"?  To be honest, I once suspected that this manual was just a tool used by Falvey Continent Official Adventure Qualification Certification Agency, a huge trust monopoly organization, to make money through fraud. Its main purpose was to educate adventurers like me.  They forcefully charge a so-called "document production fee" of fifty silver coins - in fact, its cost is much more than five copper coins.

    Of course, after deep introspection, I finally regretted this dark and pessimistic attitude: I really shouldn¡¯t doubt the Falvi Continent¡¯s bureaucrats with such the greatest malice¡ªthere¡¯s no need to doubt it, it¡¯s a fucking certainty  fact!

    This handmade humor print with rough paper and poor printing is full of weird and awkward truths that are completely useless to your adventure. It is full of words such as "Courage is the source of the warrior's strength" and "The warrior's faith".  "Discipline and order", "It is the duty of a warrior to sacrifice his life to protect his comrades", "A warrior charges forward and never retreats" and so on are useless nonsense. If every warrior strictly follows what is written on it,  If you do it, I guarantee this will be the shortest-lived career.  It will never tell you something that is really useful to save your life. For example, what I am now experiencing deeply: before taking risks, you should first choose your comrades.

    It wasn't until the group of rude and savage plateau natives came in front of me that I realized a problem: in our adventure team, there were three more than normal ranged attackers, and a shadow thief who relied on insidious sneak attacks and deceitful traps to fight.  , and a poor warrior who was unlucky enough to be temporarily deceived by them and destined to be a target.  When faced with hordes of attacking enemies, our only choice is to kick the worthless warrior into the crowd and let him rely on his strong defense to attract the enemy's anger -  ¡ªIf it was just anger, it wouldn't matter if he attracted a little more, but the bad thing was that among the many things he attracted, anger was justThe least lethal one - buying time for other teammates to output full damage to kill the enemy.

    You can find countless advantages from this simple yet effective five-person basic tactic, such as: reducing life loss, improving the team's survival rate, maximizing the killing efficiency, speeding up the team's progress etc.  Wait, this is really the best choice for a wild adventure team with super lethality like ours.

    This is an almost flawless tactic. If you must say it has flaws, there is only one flaw that can barely be called a "flaw."  However, this barely valid flaw is so obvious that I can't like it anyway:

    That destined unlucky target is me!

    Seven or eight big-bellied Sasquatch surrounded me, huge wooden sticks were flying above my head. Being surrounded and beaten by such a group of savages was a tragic thing for anyone, and  What's even more tragic than this is: my responsibility is to attract them firmly to my side. If any of them change their target and stop hitting me, I have to pout my nose and pull my ears to show them a smile.  Vice Grimace, uses this skill called "provocation" to arouse their anger and make them beat me harder and harder, thereby satisfying my professional needs.

    To put it simply, my task now is to dedicate my body to a group of majestic, burly and hairy savage men, and let them use all their strength to vent and ravage my body. If they turn around and leave me  I have to try my best to seduce them back I really can't go on - is the warrior warrior really a "noble profession" as written in the manual?

    I buried my head deep under the shield and allowed those thick weapons to hit me with blood, so that I was so devastated both psychologically and physically that I burst into tears.  A wavering thought that was both sentimental and disrespectful silently grew in my mind: I wanted to change my teammates.

    When people are suffering, what they need most is the support of their peers.  There is a proverb that goes well: When someone shares the pain, the pain is only half.  When I think of my comrades fighting side by side, a trace of warmth finally comes back to my depressed heart: at least when I am suffering, my comrades are still fighting tirelessly and tenaciously. They will not waste my sweat, blood and tears. They  ¡­

    "Wow" Just when I had high hopes for my companions, a biting cold air flew past my shoulders, and a sharp blue ice edge immediately appeared in my field of vision, and the sun passed by  The refraction of the ice edges emitted a colorful halo of light, which shot directly into the belly of a Sasquatch.

    This gorgeous and dangerous blow is a level 50 ice-type powerful single-target attack magic "Ice Crystal Projection".  It is currently the most lethal offensive spell that Fei Yin has mastered. It not only has the additional effect of slowing down the opponent with most ice magic, but can also cause penetrating attribute damage, further increasing the original magic damage.  Kill

    "Boo." Just when I had high hopes for Fei Yin's powerful magic at all costs, a small blood flower like popcorn bloomed shyly on the Sasquatch's head, and then  What appeared was a data of "-76" - even if I took off my shoes and smashed them, it would cause more damage than this.

    "Why is it so weak?" I turned around and cried loudly, risking being beaten to death with sticks.

    "I don't know either" Fei Yin was equally annoyed, "Maybe it's because these fat white guys have high ice damage resistance!"

    "Why didn't you tell me earlier!" I huddled under the shield and yelled.

    "Mom, I just found out about this!" Fei Yin shouted back with a louder voice than me - this woman never seemed to worry about avalanches.

    "What can I do? I can't hold on any longer!" I waved my sword randomly to fight back, even giving up the chance to witness the results of my battle.

    "Hold on, I still have a way!" Fei Yin did not give up her efforts. She chanted in a low voice for a while in a strange tone, and a white air ball covered with cold mist gradually condensed in her hands.  After a moment, her voice of chanting the incantation suddenly disappeared, and the air ball floated towards me like a meteor, and then attached to my body.  Immediately, I heard the heart-wrenching "squeak" sound as the air froze, and then a piece of magic armor shining with ice formed outside my body.

    This layer of frost-condensed magic armor has greatly improved my defense, and at the same time it has not hindered my movements at all.  What is especially practical is that every time a Sasquatch's club hits this layer of armor, it will suffer a certain amount of rebound damage - and more importantly, its movement speed will be reduced due to the freezing effect of ice magic.

    After receiving the help, I immediately became energetic, supported myself and fought back twice, and then continuedContinue to ask Fei Yin for support: "Okay! A very effective spell! Then what!"

    Fei Yin told me calmly: "Then, just pray."

    "Pray?" A layer of uneasiness clouded my mind, "Pray for what?"

    "I pray that this layer of ice armor will not disappear before you die" Fei Yin said very seriously.

    ¡°Can¡¯t you do something substantive besides asking me to pray?¡± I fumed.

    "I haven't been idle for a moment!" Fei Yin looked aggrieved.

    "Then what else have you done?" I was furious.

    "I'm praying for you" The president clasped his hands together and looked at me with a look of compassion.

    "Don't put your hands together, I'm not dead yet"

    ????????????????????????????I want to change teammates???????????????????

    It seems that the assistance I can get from Fei Yin is limited to this. Although she is still working hard to attack these indigenous bandits with ice magic, the weak lethality really makes it impossible to hope for her.  This means that one of our main members with the best equipment and the most lethality can't be counted on - thankfully, not all of my teammates use ice attacks.

    "Xiange Yayi, where did you die! Why haven't I seen you attack now? I'm about to die, you should come and save me!" I shrank my neck and shouted at the top of my voice.

    "Stop making noise, I'm about to die!" The Elf Marksman screamed desperately. His scream sounded like someone was tearing a rag hard, and the scream on the verge of collapse was heartbreaking.  It's miserable.  If the more miserable the scream, the more enemies he encounters, then even using the most conservative estimate, the number of enemies he encountered there was at least ten times that of mine.

    "The actual situation is that there is not a single savage in his place.

    Our handsome and graceful pure-blood elf sharpshooter, Linfeng Yushu, is currently kneeling on the ground with his legs raised, his butt raised high, and he is trying his best to push his handsome, thin and beautiful head into the snow, wishing he could put his  His head was completely buried in the frozen soil, and it looked like he was waiting for the next spring to take root and sprout, and then sprout branches from his vertically upward butt hole, until it grew into a tree covered with leaves in the shape of elf ears.  evergreen tree - this way of ending life is indeed in line with the world view of the elves that has always advocated returning to nature.

    The problem is, this guy doesn't seem to be doing something of great significance related to his racial beliefs: his whole body is shivering uncontrollably, and the armor on his body keeps making "squeaking" sounds.  When I stood up, all the bones in my body were shattered.

    "What the hell are you doing standing in that damn place" I felt itchy with hatred and wanted to give him a hard kick on his raised ass - in fact, if it weren't for these entangled people in front of me,  Sasquatch, I must have done that a long time ago, "we are here to save the world, not to sunbathe your butts - and even if we are really here to sunbathe, at least you can  It¡¯s time to take off your pants!¡±

    "Help" Xian Ge Yayi howled miserably with a thick cry. It sounded like his voice was so weak that he was on the verge of shock, "it's really too high here Wuwuwu  Mom, I'm scaredI want to go home"

    I glanced behind me speechlessly: we were on a steep hillside. The hillside was bare, with only large layers of white snow, and no trees blocking our view.  Under this hillside, the vast expanse of wilderness stretches as far as the eye can see into the endless distance. Even with this casual glance, I can¡¯t help but feel excited for the magnificent rivers and mountains of my homeland. It¡¯s like a winter bird that has always been homesick is flying into the distance.  Overlooking the land.

    The most thorny problem is: among these winter birds overlooking the earth, one seems to be suffering from a hopeless fear of heights

    "The all-knowing and almighty Supreme God, give me the courage to face this cruel reality: there is definitely one less teammate I can count on."

    I want to change my teammates, really, I want to change my teammates
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