Resist the fire ring!

Just after releasing the flame storm, Wu Qi's staff turned, and a red ring of fire suddenly exploded with him as the center.

Several thieves who were approaching Wu Qi were pushed away one after another.

Wu Qi drank a bottle of instant magic potion, and the magic that was originally exhausted due to the release of the flame storm was recovered.

Burning hand! Scalding hot flame! Burning!

One by one, the skills were summoned from Wu Qi's staff and then escaped, and the thieves in Aurora Studio, who were trapped in the team, were cleaned up one by one.

"It's a shame to take people to the chrysanthemums and not to come and go!" Wu Qi waved his hand and said with a faint smile.

The thieves wandered away from the back row of mages and priests. No matter which team, they were a time bomb, especially if the other party made up their minds and left, and would never drag on the mud, and for them, they would be helpless.

In addition, his range magic has long been known to everyone because of the previous video. No matter how stupid the other party's command is, it is impossible not to target it.

The best way to target is to use thieves to attack and achieve their goals.

Therefore, Wu Qi simply used the trick, while giving the opponent a chance to attack, while secretly setting up arranging the Kuku and others beside him.

result.

The red flames were boiling on the battlefield, and the blood volume of the shield armor warrior in Aurora Studio fell down. Even if the priest behind him tried hard to heal, the flash of green lights could not save the trend of the blood volume.

"Hold on! Hold on!" Mao Shiqi shouted anxiously, "Where is the priest, treat quickly, don't be stingy with the magic value, if it is empty, knock back the potion!"

"No, Boss Cat. I can't stand it anymore. The damage of the Flame Storm is too high!" The shield armored warrior in the front row kept screaming.

You said why is the difference between human beings so big? The two sides fight well. Why did we throw a magic overwhelming over there and let us cook in a hot pot? And the shield warriors over there leisurely defended several unpainable skills. Is there any trouble? What about our firepower suppression?

"Damn it! You have to bear it if you can't hold it!" Mao Shiqi was furious, "Is it still time to retreat now?"

Mao Shiqi realized that his tone was a bit rough, so he took a breath and explained patiently: "The strength of our studio is not worse than that of the opponent, and he even beats slightly. We have an advantage in numbers. When the range magic passes, we still have a chance to fight back."

There is a fart advantage in numbers!

The front-row shield warriors cursed disdainfully after hearing Mao Shiqi's words. The shield warriors could not bear the scope magic and other mages' injuries, and their health was exhausted, and they fell to the ground.

The number of shield armor warriors in Aurora Studio is getting smaller and smaller, and finally the long front line can no longer support it.

The drunkard cut over the shield-armored warrior in front of him with a sword. He looked up at the situation on the field and calmly commanded: "Roar over! Pull forward in front of the front!"

After saying that, the drunkard took a big step forward, crossed the stalemate line of the shield-armored warriors, and rushed forward. A violent warrior appeared in front of him.

Block! Break the tendons! Blade! Kill!

First, he looked up and blocked the attack of the opponent's violent war. The drunkard skillfully cooperated with a set of skills and directly took the opponent's violent warrior away.

rush!

Almost at the same moment, the violent warriors who had been hiding behind the shield armor warrior rushed out one after another.

Flame Slash! Tornado Slash! Kill!

The two sides collided violently, and each high-damage skill was released, and each high-draining damage floated up from the top of their heads.

"Output the violent warrior on the opposite side!" Mao Shiqi hurriedly directed.

Before he finished speaking, the group of mages behind suddenly became turbulent.

"What's wrong?" Mao Shiqi turned around in dissatisfaction and shouted.

"There are thieves attacking!" A mage panickedly as he looked at the mage beside him with exhausted blood and fell to the ground, and said tremblingly.

The previous ordinary mages had no mage shield, no displacement, and no strong control skills. It was difficult to win against thieves.

As he said that, a voice flashed across his eyes.

"Steal"

Sneak attack!

The thief held a dark dagger and stabbed the back of the mage's head like a snake. Before the mage could finish his words, he was dizzy in place.

Bleeding! Cut! Assassination! Backstab!

The skills were flowing and flowing, and were used smoothly by the thief in an instant. The dagger jumped in death like a god of death, flashing constantly on the mage, and damage floated from him one by one.

The mage's health decreased in half. Before the priest could react, the mage's health was exhausted and fell softly to the ground.

Snap instantly!

Bang! He suffered a mage's skill and his health dropped. He looked up at the man. Not far away, a mage was facing the thief and chanting magic.

Ha! I picked up the equipment that the mage had dropped from the ground, and made a throat-cutting action towards him. When I folded my body, I immediately appeared on the edge of the battlefield and was difficult to lock.

It's over!

Mao Shiqi watched the thief kill his teammates under his nose and escape easily, and a feeling of despair rose in his heart.

It was not the thieves in front of them that the twenty people had caused any trouble to them, the priests and mages. In fact, if they freed up their hands, these thieves would not be able to support them in less than half a minute.

However, the frontal battlefield is at the most critical and intense time. The two sides are fighting violently together, and it is the time to test the firepower of both sides. However, because of the existence of these thieves, they cannot output with peace of mind.

There were violent battles in front of them, and the shield-armored warriors killed one by one from the mages who had approached the other side. The front line was getting closer and closer to our side. Seeing that the opponent's front-row warriors were about to break through the interception of the violent warriors and rushed to the back line.

A mage and a violent warrior stand up and fight? How big do you think the winning chance is?

A group of mages fighting with a group of violent warriors in close combat? How high do you think the winning rate is?

No!

Mao Shiqi was filled with frustration. First, the master fought alone without a knife and was easily won. Then, his tricks were seen through by the opponent and he opposed the army, causing the situation to be completely dragged down.

"Damn it! What is the identity of the opposite side? Why are there so many experts in a studio that ranks only 100?" Mao Shiqi cursed inwardly.

Lost, lose!

Seeing the violent warriors on his side being killed by the opponent, the drunkard charged and rushed into the mage group first. One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, the other by one, were killed by the enemy. The drunkard was arguing that the other by one, was disheartened.

Just as he was about to take care of his mood, he finally struggled for a while. A tingling sensation suddenly arose.

Not good! There are thieves!

Mao Shiqi was shocked. He didn't react slowly. He quickly took a step and turned his head, ready to avoid the attack.

But the dagger hanging behind his head was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, drew across the arc, and after the cat Seventeen had gone, it steadily pierced into the back of his head.

Sneak attack!

It's over! A despair arose in Mao Shiqi's heart.

Bleeding! Cut! Assassination! Backstab!

It seemed as if the previous replica was poured into the body of Cat Seventeen, and the blood volume dropped in half, and eventually it was exhausted and fell to the ground.

At this time, Mao Shiqi saw the thief clearly. The dagger was as dark as ink, and it was the person he had seen before.
Chapter completed!