Magic soldier!

Wang Yao looked at Mao Mao in a calm state. At this time, with her as the center, the air began to twist under the scorching high temperature.

All players in Honor of Kings should know that under normal circumstances, a magic soldier responsible for ranged attacks will be followed by a long-range attack. They will not fight with swords and shields with the enemy, but will wield their canes and under the cover of their teammates, they will attack the enemy like snipers!

Wang Yao knew that Mao Mao was a magic soldier, but he had never seen Mao Mao use magic. When he saw it today, it was like adding movie special effects, and the scene was very magical.

With a soft shout, Mao Mao suddenly waved his right hand, and the fireball in his hand suddenly drew a perfect arc in the air. The high temperature rubbed against the air, causing a gusto whistling sound. Then the fireball accurately hit the center of a black soldier's chest.

With a bang, the fire chips flew, and a burnt smell suddenly rose in the air. The black soldier groaned and fell on his back. The armor on his chest was red, just like a soldering iron just taken out of the stove. The hot temperature of the fireball instantly burned the heart under the enemy's armor and steamed it!

Kill with one move!

Wang Yao looked at Mao Mao, who had begun to condense the fireball again in a daze. The damage was comparable to the bullets fired by the pistol!

If Su An and Erda have the highest comprehensive strength in the team, then Mao Mao should be the first in terms of the total output damage alone.

The two do not conflict. To put it in an image metaphor, Su An and Erda are equivalent to high-tech tanks and auxiliary, while Mao Mao is a fragile Adc mage. The two complement each other. In this case, it is difficult to say which of them is stronger. Only who is more outstanding in a certain field.

At this time, the battle situation had gradually stabilized from the beginning, and Wang Yao, who had calmed down again, saw the number of black soldiers clearly. There were 16 black soldiers ambushing a total of 4. From the battle to now, 12 of them had fallen down. Although there were a large number of people, under the restraint of his teammates, he gradually showed signs of defeat.

Erda held a shield and held a long sword in full swing with the two black soldiers, fighting in full swing. They were all incapable of killing him. Shi Liang and Ono faced seven black soldiers, with a huge gap in numbers, but with their agility and tacit cooperation, they were like skilled assassins, rushing left and right in the crowd. Although they could not kill any enemy, they also successfully restrained their advancement.

The most perverted one is captain Su An. Relying on his strong physique and rich fighting experience, he has to withstand three black soldiers. Often with the long sword in his hand, the black soldiers who collided with him will stagger back and almost fall, and they will be able to win the sequel.

And what about Mao Mao? She is like the mages in magic movies, safely releasing deadly magic in the barriers formed by the warriors. Every fireball thrown is extremely accurate. Every time she takes action, an enemy will inevitably cry and fall down in the sea of ​​fire.

Shi Liang Ono cooperated to restrain the large army, Erda and Su An slowly eroded the peripheral part, and Mao Mao was responsible for attacking the aid. They had no communication at all. Just like a prior agreement, everyone performed their own duties. This terrible tacit understanding requires years of running-in and complete trust between each other!

Wang Yao didn't know what the standard of elite troops was, but he was sure that the 17th team must be considered elite among the vanguards. Even if he was not there today, the team could definitely kill this enemy with tacit cooperation.

With another bang, a black soldier was tempted by Shi Liang's fake move, and showed a flaw and was directly hit by a fireball from Mao Mao to the ground.

"Go and kill that magic soldier!" It seemed that the real backbone of the Squad 17 was Mao Mao, and a black soldier at the captain level shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, a black soldier took advantage of the gap and jumped out of Shi Liang Ono's restraining circle. He was a tall middle-aged man. He had a ferocious face, raised his sword and roared over.

Looking at the black soldiers rushing towards him, Wang Yao was not even afraid and quickly blocked Mao Mao's body with his shield. His real task was to protect Mao Mao from being able to output the entire process.

Bang!

As the sound of gold and iron clashing, the black soldier slashed Wang Yao's shield with a knife, and actually slashed a spark. Wang Yao only felt that the shield was hit by a huge rock falling from a high place. When the tiger's mouth was numb, the shield came out directly.

After staggering back a few steps, Wang Yao covered Ma's left hand and looked at the middle-aged black soldier in shock. Damn it! He actually slashed his shield with one knife. This strength is too great, right?!

"Hehe, a boy who is still not dry!" A bloodthirsty sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of disdain, as if he had been snatched by Wang Yao, and then rushed up again with a sword like a bison with a red cloth!

"A bunch of stinky mice (Shu) let me send you to hell!"

Feeling the power of the middle-aged black soldier's thick legs on the ground, the murderous aura came to his face as much as the substance, but Wang Yao was angry! Since he came to this world, he has faced the contempt of others. The rabbit bites people in a hurry, and the clay man is still angry! Who do you look down on?! Don't you know that the supporting role who mocks the protagonist will generally not end well!!

"The dog's eyes look down!!" A sudden roar was heard, and Wang Yao, who was aroused from his blood, grabbed the black sword with his back hand and slashed towards him.

With a clang, swords and swords collided, and sparks flew everywhere. The two men who fought for the second time, but they were at a disadvantage, but they became the originally very rampant middle-aged black soldiers!

"What...?!" The middle-aged black soldiers took a few big steps, looking at Wang Yao, who suddenly seemed to have changed.

Holding the black sword in his hand tightly, Wang Yao gasped heavily, but felt that the anger in his heart not only did not fade away because of this sword, but it was even more intense as if a bucket of tinder oil was poured! Relying on the power of the black sword, he chased him like crazy. Over the past few days, all those panic, anger and anxiety were put into the black sword.

One sword, one sword, one sword!

Wang Yao had not learned any sword skills. He could only instinctively wave the black sword in his hand, and vented all the anger that had been suppressed for a long time on the middle-aged black soldier, causing him to retreat step by step.

Slowly, Wang Yao's vision turned into a blood-red area, but he didn't realize it. He just stared at the enemy in front of him and tried hard to greet the black sword in his hand to the enemy's deadly place!

On the other hand, the middle-aged black soldier complained even more.

What's going on with this kid?! I originally thought it was just a fledgling recruit, extremely weak, but I didn't expect that my strength was much bigger than that of him, a veteran who had fought for several years, and he became more and more courageous as he fought! Every time he came down, the middle-aged black soldier felt that his tiger's mouth was a little numb, and gradually, he could not hold the hilt of the sword.

Can't hold on anymore!

Finally, with a tingling sound, the middle-aged black soldier's sword was chopped away by Wang Yao from an angle. Then, at the moment when he was completely unresponsive, he felt a chill of his neck, and the blade of the black sword had cut off his throat and the artery on his neck.

Just like the sound of the wind blowing through the wheat field, boiling blood sprayed out from the crack of the middle-aged black soldier's neck, splashing Wang Yao in front of him, who was like frost.

"Uh..." The middle-aged black soldier subconsciously covered his neck and fell to the ground. He kept venting his mouth, as if he could never inhale enough oxygen. His stomach was thrusting, accompanied by foaming blood kept gushing out from the corners of his mouth, and Wang Yao was just watching coldly.

Slowly, his eyes widened and lost color and stopped sucking...

A crisp applause suddenly sounded, and Wang Yao looked over with cold eyes, but it was Ono, who was sitting on a stone on the side of the road, applauding.

I don’t know when, all the black soldiers who attacked them were killed, and I don’t know when, my teammates were sitting in the distance watching themselves as if they were watching a show.

"Beautiful job!" Mao Mao said with a smile.

Shi Liang couldn't help but whistle and said to Erda beside him: "Don't look at this guy being shy, it's quite scary when he gets crazy."

"Uh?!" Wang Yao was like the nightmare man just woke up. He stared blankly at the messy battlefield, the land stained with blood, and more than a dozen warm corpses, throwing blood-stained weapons everywhere. In the air, the strong burnt smell mixed with the pungent smell of blood rushed into his breath, arousing his sensation.

With a "wow", Wang Yao threw away the black sword in his hand and knelt on the ground, and vomited wildly.
Chapter completed!