The black flames, with destruction, and the aura of darkness, fell from the sky, and were in full swing, covering the distance of thirty yards centered on the shield armor warrior drunkard.

The distance of thirty yards is just the limit distance between the priest's healing and the magic attack of the mage at this stage, which also means that everyone is within the cover of the black flame, and the difference is just the distance from the center point.

-6o!

Wu Qi had instantly changed into the original Wind Walker suit, and the suit skill was set. As soon as Wu Qi had a damage rise, he had already run out of the range of Black Flame. Wu Qi was surprised by his escape, so he hurriedly looked over. Drunkard, Lin Haofeng Nanming and others used their own methods, either to add or drink potions, but because they reacted in advance and were far from the center of Black Flame, they ran out with the damage.

The unlucky one was that the three shield armored warriors who were already standing together. The alcoholic relied on their enough blood resistance and barely resisted for a while. The big bowl with intestines and azure potion was not so lucky. The damage jumped four times above their heads, and their blood volume bottomed out and they fell to the ground tragically.

The first copy of the strategy was announced to fail!

Wu Qi secretly regretted that although there were a little hardship ahead, he was careless because he did not lose his posts. Now everyone is almost in vain. It is impossible for the Dark Elf High Priest to beat him, so he can only do it next time.

"The drunkard drags the boss, everyone exits the battle!"

The drunkard was carrying a shield and facing the boss meticulously. As a mt, it was normal for him to be abandoned by his teammates, especially the depot copy, which he had long been used to.

The rest of the people quickly escaped from the scope of hatred of the Dark Elves High Priest under the delay of the alcoholic spirit. They continued to go down the stairs and exited the hall before stopping.

"System message: Your teammate Drunkard is dead."

The system news made Wu Qi feel a little silent. He looked up and counted the number of teams. Except for the three shield battles, all died in the dark flames of the Dark Elf High Priest, the mage was not spared from the half-step hell and died.

Wu Qi nodded apologetically to the drunkard.

"Forty silver coins have been transferred to you."

The drunkard waved his hand and didn't care at all. Seeing Wu Qi's face solemn, he explained: "It is normal for failure to open up the land, don't care too much. You should be able to pass next time."

Wu Qi nodded silently, and he naturally knew this truth. However, as the commander, he was a little depressed.

"Wait until they run away to the corpse and we will discuss how to deal with the Dark Elf High Priest." The drunkard spoke.

Wu Qi was about to speak when the sound of hell in the chat bar sounded half a step. Because he was in a daze at the time, he missed the best opportunity to run out of the black flame range, and became the only one who died except Shield War, which somewhat made him angry.

"Hmph! If you don't have the ability, don't think about commanding the team. When the boss is 50% of the health, it is a well-known thing. You can't even imagine that as a commander?"

Wu Qi frowned and didn't say anything. He didn't expect that the boss's range attack was indeed his mistake, but the land reclamation was originally unknown, and it was normal to reduce the team and even destroy the team. Half-step hell is taking advantage of the situation!

Wu Qi’s failure to speak does not mean that others will not express their opinions.

The drunkard said in a deep voice: "It is a matter of destruction for the depot, and team reduction is what it takes."

"Okay, brother-in-law, I know you helped Jin Song to win over others." Perhaps the death made Half-Bit Hell unhappy. He didn't care about Wu Qi and was in the chat group. "But they are already forming a team to do it alone. Is it meaningful for you to help them open up land like this?"

"If our studio and Honor Studio merged, we would have been able to open up land independently! In Klar Town, our forces could be among the best!"

Honor Studio is in the top 50 in China all year round. There are no top experts like Drunkards and Drunkards, but fortunately, they are rich and powerful, but elite experts have attracted a lot.

The drunkard frowned and said unhappily: "Didn't I say it long ago? Our studio cannot merge with Song Feng's studio. You don't have any contact with Song Feng in the future!"

"If the game "Hope" is such a big cake, if you don't take the lead early and want to get a piece of the pie in the future, it will be too late!" Half-step hell said in "heartbreak", "Now all studios are either seeking cooperation or simply merging, just to enhance their abilities and wait for the establishment of a trade union. But our studio is still self-consistent at this time, thinking about the business model of the mercenary group. Haha, sooner or later, they will be swallowed up by others and not even slag..."

"Okay!" the drunkard suddenly interrupted, "It's my own business to run the studio."

"Haha..." Half-step hell seemed to be angry. He was about to speak, but the drunkard simply raised him to the chat bar.

"You have been removed from the chat bar!"

Half a step to hell was stunned, the yin and yang on his face changed, and he immediately smiled coldly.

"You quit the current team."

He simply stopped participating in the dungeon and directly withdrew from the team. The picture turned around and half a step into hell appeared outside the dungeon.

At this time, he looked down and saw someone coming to him for information.

"The drunkards and the others went to get a copy? How is the process?"

"It's just helping others..." Half-step hell sneered and told the man the whole story.

The man pondered for a while and said that this was not the purpose of his call. He simply skipped and went straight to the point, "How is the matter with you?"

Half-step Hell pondered: "There is no big problem for ordinary members of the studio, but the elite group has always been in his hands, and there are not many people who can win over."

"What I want is the people from his elite group." The man said firmly, and he grabbed a lot of ordinary members. What's the use of too many? The teams are open, connected, and pks have to rely on elite players to compete for. "That's it, I'll raise the original price for three levels. How can you pull a few more?"

Half-step hell's face is a bit complicated. All the players in the elite group are brought out by drunkards. If they are not careful, things will be exposed. In today's society, the laws are sound, and things in the game are no exception.

But he thought about the original thing and it was too late to stop. He thought hatefully.

It was possible to discuss it carefully, but you didn't agree. Don't blame me, I'm for the future of the studio. If you don't care, your old brothers may not care.

Thinking of this, Half-step Hell nodded and said, "No problem, I will try my best to accomplish what I do here."

"Yeah!" The man couldn't hide his pride in his tone, "When you succeed, the two studios merge, and this game will have a place for us two brothers!"

"Ha ha!"
Chapter completed!