The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

When I was lucky, the tauren boss was less than five meters away from Quincy and others.

Quincy was calm, and the hand holding the knight sword kept shaking, cold sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the fine leather coat.

He was in fear.

In fact, not only him, but any normal person would feel fear the first time he faced a huge monster nearly two stories high.

This is a natural instinct that no one can get rid of.

There are only two ways to dilute this instinct, either to become strong enough, or to have a firm belief.

Such as Kirk.

This believer in the God of Creation had just the same fear expression as Quincy, but since he silently read the nerve scriptures, the fear in his eyes has gradually faded, and what follows is an extremely firm will to fight.

Raising the knight sword in his hand, the whole person's momentum has even changed, just like a crusader who was not afraid of death.

"The Lord teaches us that all fear comes from the heart, and the glitzy appearance is just a cowardly cover, and the sword in your hand cuts off the illusion in front of us!"

Kirk's voice grew louder and louder, and finally changed from a silent meditation to a shout, which frightened the trembling Quincy.

With the back of the hand facing outward, holding the hilt in both hands, holding it flat on the chest and shoulders, his eyes were full of believers' enthusiasm, and he moved the legs of Zhansu and rushed past the huge pressure brought by the boss.

"Lord, put your faith on my sharp blade, and let me use it to split the demons blocking the path of justice!"

He roared, rushed to the front of the tauren, and slashed hard. The sharp blade of the knight's sword cut into its hard skin. Although it did not cut the flesh to see blood, it did hurt it.

The tauren waved his huge palm and patted Kirk.

Kirk sprinted forward, followed the gap between the two legs of the tauren, got in, avoided the attack, continued to swing his sword, and chopped his thick hind legs.

The tauren turned around, reached out to catch the jumping flea, and was evaded by him again.

Attack it from the side.

Quincy was stunned for more than ten seconds before reacting and greeted the two girls in the distance to perform an auxiliary attack. He also rushed up with the sword in his hand.

I have to say that the tactics of the four people circling around are very familiar, like two monkeys against a heavy bear, and two angry birds constantly assisting in the distance.

Relying on this tactic, they successfully stalemate with the boss for nearly ten minutes, but with little effect.

The weapons in their hands are all very good in texture. Any one they take out is more than ten times better than my broken sword.

However, their strength is not optimistic.

The knight sword can only rely on its sharpness to cut into the rough skin of the tauren, but it can't hurt muscles or break bones.

Although Yifang's lead bullet can accurately hit the deadly position of the tauren, it can't penetrate its strong skin. Even with magical attributes, it only makes a deeper pit in its cowhide.

Jaslin's magic missiles were even more unsatisfactory. The pale white magic missiles whizzed and smashed on the tauren's body, splashing white smoke, which looked very aggressive.

When the smoke is gone, you will discover that this string of seemingly domineering magic missiles, not to mention hurting the boss, can't even attract attention.

Based on the battle situation, I have a rough assessment of the Quincy team's combat effectiveness.

Quincy, Kirk, and Yifang should have reached level four, but Jaslin is probably still hovering at level three. As for Luke, who died at my feet like a sandwich. .

. . For the deceased, we must have enough respect, or not to evaluate him.

Regardless of his strength, his IQ must not be enough, otherwise he would not die so ugly.

Holding Luke's short spear, I was hesitant to join them in the battle.

If I join in, it will inevitably disrupt their existing balance, affect their pace and position, make the attack unorganized, and may even cause unnecessary damage.

And if I don't join, with their attack effect, even if I fight for a day and night, it may not be able to seriously injure the tauren boss. I'm not sure, and it may be because I can't dodge it enough to get a fatal blow.

A group of ignorant adventurers of level three and four, is it true that the bosses of the tenth level are ordinary level four monsters?

Without strength above level five, you would not be able to shake this monster.

Seeing the two soldiers panting and looking at the anxious expressions of the two girls, I fell helpless.

Just when I decided to take the short spear and challenge the boss again, Quincy yelled in anxious voice: "An Xiaoyi, are you here to help!"

Kirk was also a little distracted and glanced at me, but he quickly ignored me because the boss’ attack speed increased.

Holding the short spear, I joined the battle again.

Once again, the level 5 strength was released, but this time, I did not put it on a desperate attack, but turned it into a close fight.

Sure enough, after I joined the battle, the rhythm of Quincy and Kirk's attack was disrupted.

Compared to their evenly matched speed and strength, my faster speed and stronger strength made them unable to adapt for a while, and were almost caught by the boss's iron palm several times in a row, scaring them into cold sweats.

Finally, Quincy furiously jumped out and got out of the battle, and Kirk, also rolled out of the ground a minute later.

The gray-headed Kirk stood up, changed his cold expression before, and looked worriedly at me who was fighting, showing helplessness and anxiety on his face.

Quincy showed a fluke look, watching me and the boss fight as if watching a play, and even waved his hand to stop the assists of Yifang and Jaslin.

Kirk looked at him puzzledly and said: "Why did you stop assisting?"

Quincy's eyes flickered and said, "Mr. An Xiaoyi's speed is too fast. I am worried that Yifang and Jaslin's attacks will accidentally injure him."

Although dissatisfied with this explanation, Kirk could not find any reason to refute it.

The spearhead of the short spear is indeed strong and sharp enough. Under the control of my own knife technique, it has drawn one after another imaginary arc, and cut one after another wound on the strong body of the boss.

The palms of the Boss's fists are also swinging faster and stronger. It seems to recognize that the monkey who is entangled with it is stronger than imagined. If you don't show some real skills, you can't pinch him to death. of.

Over time, the attack speed of the boss is slowly increasing.

There were even a few times, the speed was so fast that I couldn't predict it.

However, under the control of my high agility, I still wiped my clothes and flashed past, but I was shocked in a cold sweat.

Why is its speed and power more and more powerful, isn't it? . Is the boss also growing?

I was surrounded by dangers, and such a thought flashed through my mind.

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