"Corner Magicians, attack." Suhabi arrived, and he appeared on the other side of the mountain road.
The 3,000 horned magic elite mages don't need to recite spells, they cast all kinds of high-level magic instantly, and each hit deals more than 8 million magic damage. Because they are monsters, most of the skills they know are group attacks, and they also have the effect of increasing damage.
A non-anti-war player around level 140 has less than 1 million HP, and even an anti-war player only has more than 10 million HP.
The horned demon elite casually uses lightning to connect, the damage increases by 30%, and the attack range is 50 yards. After throwing it down, all the people within the diameter of 50 yards are dead, and the anti-war is dead!
Ruan Zhongfei's subordinates were completely stunned. On one side of the road they had to escape, there was the archer army led by the second king of the horned demon, on the other side was the elite mage led by the king of the horned demon, and behind him was the horned man led by the vanguard general of the horned demon. Demon melee.
There is no way to go to heaven, and no way to go to earth!
"Brothers run, I can't control that much anymore." I don't know which player yelled this under the collapse.
The people around were running forward like headless flies, and with it, 200,000 people ran forward, but in this way, Lu Yang and the Horned Demon Legion were happy, under the simultaneous attack from the left, right, and rear, the remaining The 200,000 players under the game were all killed in less than 15 minutes, and only a few hundred people escaped occasionally. This was deliberately released by Lu Yang in order to continue chasing and killing.
Lu Yang looked at his experience gauge. After just a while, his thunder clone's experience gauge was almost full. Killing a level 130 player would give him 80,000 experience points.
He just used mixed spells continuously, killed more than 80,000 players by himself, and gave him more than 6 billion experience points.
Suhabi looked at the fleeing players and asked Lu Yang, "Shall we continue to chase?"
Lu Yang said: "Chasing, let's slaughter the city."
Today he is going to start a killing spree, and the 3 million people in Lanmeng Fortress are mobs used to upgrade him.
"Horned Demon, attack." Suhabi roared loudly.
"Shooters, follow me." Lu Yang rushed to the front with the Archers, and was on the same line as the Horned Demon Vanguard General.
With its goat's hoof-like soles, the Horned Demon runs forward on the hills and slopes as if walking on flat ground.
While Lu Yang was marching here, Ruan Zhongfei on the other side hadn't reported the situation here to He Peng. In the player's inherent thinking, if a monster is attracted and killed by the monster, the monster will not continue to walk. They Will go back to where it was.
Another one, if the monster runs far enough, the monster will stop chasing halfway and go back to the original place. The horned demon on Qingtian Peak.
Blue Dream Fortress.
Ruan Zhongfei was resurrected in the city. Within an hour's distance from the fortress, there was only one resurrection point like the fortress. Just as he was running towards the north gate, Tang Yuan was leading a group of people out to fight monsters. The two met at the intersection.
"President Ruan, why are you back?" Tang Yuan asked after greeting him from a distance.
How could Ruan Zhongfei have the nerve to say that he led a team to fight monsters and accidentally attracted a level 170 elite? He said embarrassingly: "What, the supplies are exhausted, I will bring my brothers back to replenish."
Tang Yuan looked back and found that his players were all behind Ruan Zhongfei, which surprised Tang Yuan, but after thinking about it, Tang Yuan figured it out.
"It's probably because this bunch of rubbish is too useless. When fighting the lord monster, there were too many people at the same time, which caused the lord monster to upgrade and use a super-wide-range big move." Tang Yuan thought to himself.
Any wild lord monster below level 170, the number of people under siege cannot exceed 100, if it exceeds, the lord monster will instantly be promoted to the strength of the lord monster in the 200-man dungeon, and a random move can kill players of the same level in seconds.
If a group of archers accidentally hits a bunch of bows and arrows, or a group of mages throws a piece of magic, the system will automatically determine that the number of people attacking exceeds 200, and the lord monster will be almost invincible.
This kind of situation is often seen in scattered groups with loose rules. In Tang Yuan's inertial thinking, he thought that Ruan Zhongfei's 300,000 people were a bunch of rubbish, so he didn't take it seriously, and left after saying hello.
Looking at Tang Yuan's expression, Ruan Zhongfei knew what Tang Yuan was thinking. He became even more depressed, and shouted to the vice president behind him: "Hurry up and get out of the city, and tell those who come back to gather as soon as possible. The anniversary is only a few days away. Don't waste time."
The vice president also looked helpless. The 170-level elites provoked by his subordinates are not him, but he is the vice president, and he will be in charge after all, so he can only sigh and try his best to persuade him in the guild channel.
"Brothers, you must be careful, you must be careful, you can't provoke monsters that reach level 170, we really can't beat them."
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A group of people gathered while talking, and soon the number of people returned to more than 200,000, and they rode their mounts to a location half an hour away from the city.
This area is the Mongolian player Delig. There are 200,000 players under him, and their levels are all around 140.
Delig has a good relationship with He Peng, so he got the upgraded treasure hunting area closest to the main city.
"President Ruan, why are you back?" Delig was sitting in the middle of the avenue, surrounded by players who were fighting monsters. He only needed experience, and when he saw Ruan Zhongfei ran out with someone again, he greeted him curiously.
Ruan Zhongfei was bothered by this, and when someone asked him another question, he immediately became depressed, but before he could speak, he looked straight ahead in shock.
"Nimma!"
Delig was angry, stood up and pointed at Ruan Zhongfei and cursed: "I'll just say hello to you, why are you scolding people, do you look down on me, one-on-one."
Ruan Zhongfei looked at Delig and scolded: "One-on-one, run away."
He saw countless horned monsters running towards him on the hilly slope less than 10 minutes away in front of him, and in front of the horned monster were his players.
A wave of anger rushed into his head, he wished to kill these hundreds of players who ran back, what a stupid person could do such a thing.
"Damn it, run, everyone run." Ruan Zhongfei turned his horse's head and shouted to the players behind him.
In the setting of "Second World", players cannot wear people or monsters. Therefore, Ruan Zhongfei turned around and found that 200,000 people under him were standing behind him in a 100-meter-long horizontal row, blocking his retreat to death. Damn, if he wants to run, he has to go around his subordinates, but wherever he goes, his subordinates go, there is almost no way to turn back, so he can only shout.
In the scattered group, the trouble is here. It is easy for them to move forward, but it is difficult to go backward. The elite army of the Jagged Brothers can quickly execute any order from Lu Yang, but this is a scattered group. They will not change from the back team to the front team.
There is no commander in the back team, and there has never been such a clear system of responsibilities. The front row turned around, and the back row didn't know what happened.
Ruan Zhongfei yelled for a long time, the people in the first ten rows turned around, and the people behind the ten rows were still scratching their heads to see what happened.
The delay turned out to be several minutes!
Ruan Zhongfei really wanted to take out the return scroll and escape, but he couldn't do that. If he ran away, the position of the leader of the scattered group would change hands.