Chapter 303: [Wind of Winter]: Still coming?

As soon as the game started, [Didara] took the slime ball and rushed out first.

The strength of this person has been analyzed by all major families, and his own combat effectiveness is average, mainly relying on the slime ball surprise attack.

However, when entering the Sigma Fortress, Wolfram should have checked and detained the slime carried by the Prell family for various reasons.

Why is this still there?

Fortunately, Sander-Victor's followers did not panic. Compared with large slimes, the slime ball has limited power, and it can be blocked by using the mental shield.

[Didara] The lone army went deep, throwing the slime ball at the enemy's formation, blasting a burst of flames.

It worked!

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, ready to reap the lives of the wounded.

But when the smoke dissipated, he was greeted by unscathed enemies who also raised their mouths slightly.

This is impossible!

Why are they not injured?

Before [Didara] could think about the reason, he was stabbed into a hornet's nest with spears by several soldiers who surrounded him.

[Didara] died suddenly in less than five seconds on the field. Sander's followers felt that the player's morale would be demoralized seeing the killer's mace being broken.

Sander turned his head to look at Du Wei's avatar who was sitting on the same table with him. Duwei's avatar remained calm and kept his original smile.

"bluff!"

Sander smiled slightly, thinking so in his heart.

The players of the Inner Ghost Mutual Aid Club didn't care about [Didara]'s life or death, and rushed over screaming one by one.

"bluff!"

Seeing the healer rushing over, Sand's men thought the same way, but they knew that they had made a mistake in their judgment the moment they came into contact with the players of the Inner Ghost Mutual Aid Club.

This kind of group battle has no technical content for the players of the Inner Ghost Mutual Aid Association. Isn't it just to fight who is braver? They are not even afraid of backstabbing, but are they afraid of the enemy in front of them?

Without the leadership of the president [Doctor Yang] and [Pickup Soldier], the crowd did not form any battle formation, and jumped into the enemy group one by one, showing the spiked barrel at the end of the scepter to the enemy.

At first, Sander's men were able to resist step by step, but after a round of fearless shocks, their morale dropped sharply, and the formation was dispersed by the players.

These people are not afraid of death or pain at all. Even if their bodies are pierced by spears, they will rush to the front, and then show their bayonets, slashing at the vital points of Sander's men.

If the health of the players in the Inner Ghost Mutual Aid Society bottoms out, they will throw healing spells at themselves frantically.

Under the double blow of strong battery life and fearlessness, players are advancing all the way.

The back row of Sander's troops inevitably accidentally injured friendly troops, and they all released long-range strikes towards the rear players.

But the players in the back row formed by the Archers Mutual Aid Association don't have so many scruples, they don't care who the long-range attack they release will hit.

Where have the major families seen such fighting humans? Everyone in the stands got up one after another, and looked at the players one by one with the eyes of monsters.

Du Wei still kept smiling when he saw this scene, but Sander couldn't laugh at this time. His front row was quickly killed, and the long-range camp behind was panicked.

Some ran to the outside of the field, some sat on the ground in a hurry, and the few remaining Sande's men on the field wailed and wailed, and the confrontation instantly turned into a one-sided Shura field.

And the silly third brother who was in the mood to eat and drink laughed loudly, and he didn't forget to mock Sander: "How dare you send out your troops at this level to make a fool of yourself? Don't you really know how to write the word shame?"

The agent of the Rafael family next to the third brother looked downcast. This is not a problem with Sander's tribe, it is a problem with Du Wei's tribe.

Although their combat literacy is not as good as the well-trained elites of the kingdom, their bravery and fearlessness cannot be compared even by the elites of the kingdom.

Sander gritted his molars tightly, and had no time to talk to the third brother Du Wei who was eating and drinking foolishly.

If Du Wei's followers were of this quality, then what he would face would be an extremely difficult life-and-death struggle.

The wailing sound weakened, and the players had already begun to clean the battlefield.

They picked and picked the equipment of the dead soldiers, and some of them were even stripped naked when they died.

Several soldiers who came to watch the battle had dark lines on their faces. They were not afraid of death, but they couldn't bear to endure such insults after death.

There are as many as twenty players remaining, most of whom are members of the Archers Mutual Aid Association.

[Kaz] and the others hadn't played their due strength yet, the opponent was already GG, and the four followed the members of the Archers Mutual Aid Association to take the injured away from the field.

The agent of the Rafael family roughly calculated that among the remaining 20 people, seven or eight were seriously injured and a dozen were slightly injured. Only the four muscular men were not injured.

Fortunately, even if Du Wei increases the number of people to fifty in the next round, there will still be a dozen or so people whose combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

When it was their turn, it was equivalent to fifty against forty. This time, they learned Sander's lesson, as long as they arrange the battle formation well and don't get scattered, they still have the strength to fight.

"Five minutes! I want all the information of those four people!" The agent pointed to [Kaz] and the others, and said to the servants beside him Sander beside Du Wei also cleared the place Leave the seat during the free time, and don't come back until the venue is cleaned up.

The first match did not cause serious damage to the field, and after a little cleaning, a small team battle in the bronze group was arranged.

[Turbo Duck], [Nicole] and [Winter Wind] lead "Little Hanpi" and seven players into the arena.

This time, no one in the spectator seats laughed at their attires anymore. Firstly, they had the previous match as a foreshadowing, and secondly, the small team battles paid attention to professional matching. Even on Sander's side, the ten people's attires were quite different.

However, some people couldn't help laughing after seeing the Kobold Demon Pet.

Du Wei appraised the opponent's strength, and all members were at the tenth level of the Bronze Rank, presumably they were all elites who suppressed their strength and were only a thin line away from breaking through.

The configuration of four fighters, one assassin, three ranged, and two healers can be said to be quite satisfactory.

Looking at the players, the three main players are melee fighters, and the remaining seven are all long-distance occupations who have been promoted by using inferior spiritual power bloodlines.

The healers of the four mages and the three Inner Ghost Mutual Aid Society seem to be mostly long-range at first glance, but anyone who has experienced the last battle knows that these healers wearing heavy armor are all melee combat.

It was difficult for Sander's melee fighters to judge who was the primary target.

"Kill the one in the white armor first." The captain pointed to [Wind of Winter].

"According to the information sent back by the spies, that person is the other party's secret weapon. He usually enters the mountains on the east side alone, and all the assassins sent there never return."

[Wind of Winter] suddenly changed color when he heard the other party's words.

Is the dog planning a special mission for him?

It wasn't enough to use assassins to assassinate myself before, but now I need to echo from beginning to end, and make up for myself in the battle.

Three melee fighters formed a formation and galloped towards [Wind of Winter].