Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 225 show time

Seeing the outstanding results of this move, people from the Northeast also prepared to join the group, but were held back by Mr. Sa.

"do not move"

He explained behind his back:

"Don't worry, Brother Wei. The material needs to be released bit by bit, and the former must be covered with progressive hatred. This is in line with the basic principles of kiting."

Wei Dianyuan: "Who knows what you are talking about? My brother is a warlock."

Mr. Sa: "So, hatred can be graded. For the gas tanks on the Ashes Front, the Necromancer is more hateful than the Shadow Energy, but the Yankees are more hateful than the Necromancer. That means the Floating City is out of gas. Otherwise, just that If this thing comes over, it will kill the hatred of these six guys."

Wei Dianyuan: "That thing of yours is for targeting monsters, right? This is not a game."

Mr. Sa: "Believe me, there is no difference between a gas tank and a monster. It's not like you haven't seen that they treat Brother Yang as air."

Wei Dianyuan: "That's okay, I have complete trust in the professionalism of my brothers."

...

Facts have proved that Mr. Sa’s judgment was completely correct.

Whether it is a ghost horse or a bright feather, it must be avoided with caution.

When they were about to fall behind for the second time, the Northeasterners used a line of huge, flaming "Sons of Bitch Luku Bastards" to make them jump to life again.

These six buddies are not afraid of anything under the sun, and they can ignore the cracks and run over them.

Heine couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

But the further away from the mountains, the more fissures they encounter.

The ghost horse sent a wave of fear, and Heine quickly put it away.

At this point they seemed more like people than monsters again.

One of them grabbed the flying shield and threw it over. Fortunately, Heine and the ghost horse cooperated tacitly. They turned around to avoid the attack and strengthened their "hatred".

He said seriously to Heine:

"bring it on"

Having said that, he still said seriously: "Are you really planning to do this? I remember that you got nothing from Saberia recently."

Huiyu tried his best to flap his wings, but he was fixed in the air like a drowned rat.

Mr. Sa sighed.

"Damn it, genius!" Mr. Sa said in shock: "He has figured out how to attract hatred!"

"This can't go on like this."

"This is the end of the matter. If I don't go to hell, who will."

They thought it was some sort of magic spell, and while they were cursing, light began to rise from their bodies.

This group of Crusaders indeed look more like monsters than people.

These b-people are really...

Heine originally wanted to take them to the Blight Scar and give the crack there an "exploding surprise."

Mr. Sa: "It's broken. I'm a level four waste. What should I do if I can't break through the defense? Brother Wei, can you do it?"

Mr. Sa was stunned for a moment and almost didn't turn the corner.

Heine said seriously: "Can you two solve any of them? I mean detonate the energy in their bodies and release it here."

Heine nodded and obeyed.

At the same time, a gust of wind suddenly came from all directions, locking everyone in place.

Mr. Sa: "I've made up my mind! Please help me attract some hatred, I'm going to get involved!"

Wei Dianyuan: "Look at what you said, why are you not a waste, buddy? Besides, although the resistance of the gas tank to shadow is low, the shield is thick, and it is also a holy light shield. How can I break it with a long-range magic system? Where’s A?”

After an upgrade, they made it look like he was on the execution ground.

...

So he deliberately slowed down and tried to use his perception to analyze these guys.

As Mr. Sa's experience reached a threshold and broke through a certain limit, the connection between him and Heine was naturally severed.

...

They followed tirelessly behind the ghost horse and Hui Yu who were flying close to the ground.

He looked at Heine:

"Let me be promoted."

Six Crusaders were also immobilized.

Wei Dianyuan couldn't help but persuaded: "How about I do it? You are the last hope of the whole village. At least you have learned everything about Saberia before we start."

But Heine couldn't.

Wei Dianyuan: "That must be the case. There is no better son than a father."

Heine was really interested in this duality of human and monster.

Soon, the six people were led away from Cuiye Court.

As a result, the distance between the two parties continued to shrink.

However, as his perception swept over them, these crusaders suddenly became even angrier!

But without exception, the light was blown out in an instant like a candle.

……

"It feels just like what the brothers described."

Mr. Sa thought to himself.

The first time after his upgrade, he was pulled into a mysterious consciousness space.

But unlike what Teacher Xia and Zhuoyang described, there was no sound, buildings or people in the scene he encountered this time.

Nothing at all.

"That's not right. Isn't there an 'I' coming out to play solo with me?

"Why don't some awesome bosses come out and challenge me to a duel? Are they going to kill me?"

He scratched his head a little.

Even a little panicked.

In fact he hid something.

It's not like he said on the surface that he has gained nothing here in Saberia.

On the contrary, the improved Jungle Wind is extremely cooperative, and his mastery of Common Language has improved by leaps and bounds, allowing both parties to communicate.

From this, he learned all the basic wind skills of hunters.

After being promoted twice in succession, combined with the characteristics of this world, the brothers have almost summarized the principle:

The so-called promotion trial is essentially something similar to a "perverted and efficient training room".

In other words, skill upgrading is not as simple as adjusting data "Level up" in the background.

Instead, use extremely efficient "proficiency growth" to break through the experience tank.

For example, if you use Strong Wind Arrow once outside, your proficiency will increase by 1.

That could be +100, +1000 or even more here.

Therefore, it is not necessarily that you will upgrade after using it, but the efficiency is too high and the proficiency slot is too shallow, so it creates a situation of "as long as you use it, you will upgrade".

So Mr. Sa is very nervous now.

If you don't give him a chance to perform, wouldn't there be no hope of getting +1 in all skills?

Moreover, his other idea had to come to nothing. In the game, after a hunter masters all the basic skills of the wind system, he will pass a small trial to master a special field skill: gorgeous performance.

It is also commonly known as "ST" showtime.

A period of time after using the skill, the hunter will be infused with strong winds, and the cooldown time of all wind skills will be greatly reduced.

According to the setting, this skill depends entirely on comprehension, and even Saberia doesn't know it.

Mr. Sa was afraid that there would be no store like this after passing this village.

Just when he was feeling anxious, a loud noise came.

It seems to be coming from the left, but I can't make out what it's saying, it's like white noise.

Then the right...

Then behind...

Mr. Sa looked around nervously to confirm that there was nothing there, but the sound became more and more loud and noisy, but he could not hear it clearly.

"Quiet--"

As a voice came from directly in front, everything fell silent.

The voice was indistinguishable from male to female. It seemed like dozens of people were talking at the same time, but it was not noisy, neither high nor low, nor loud.

Finally, Mr. Sa saw a green cyclone.

It floated quietly in front, with a faint wind pressure coming from above.

"Perform as much as you can to please me."

The voice said so.

ha?

Mr. Sa was stunned and looked down at his hands. Unexpectedly, he had a bow and arrows in his hands.

To please, right?

Row.

Strong wind arrow!

An arrow wrapped in spiral energy shot straight towards the air mass in front of him, and then disappeared in mid-air.

"good."

The voice commented, and a trace of green energy fell off from it and entered Mr. Sa's body.

The latter felt no change and was just wondering when he heard the other party say "continue".

Okay, okay, continue, right?

Mr. Sa simply let go and used the skills he learned from Saberia one by one.

Strong wind arrow!

Split wind arrow!

Wind Technique!

Wind binding!

...

Every time he uses one, the air mass will "reward" him with a bit of air flow, but his figure will not shrink at all.

Finally, after a round of spells, it spoke again.

“You are strong, but not enough.

"Join me, more power to you."

Before Mr. Sa could answer, there were overwhelming sounds all around.

"join in!"

"join in!"

"join in!"

Add some fur!

"Don't be impatient yet."

Mr. Sa spoke.

It felt weird to speak again, but not bad.

"I'm not done performing yet."

As he said this, he started to shoot arrows with his bow again.

Strong wind arrow!

Split wind arrow!

Wind Technique!

...

After a round of skills, the blue air ball seemed to want to persuade him, but Mr. Sa didn't say anything and immediately started the next round.

Nothing else, there are still details that can be optimized.

For example, the connection of skills and the drive of energy.

It's all about the details.

The energy here is extremely abundant, and I noticed all the things I haven't noticed before this time.

It is indeed a "perverted and efficient practice room".

He silently played the skill over and over again, just like practicing countless times in the game.

The profession of hunter has always been the king of the shooting range.

As a senior hunter, he is naturally no exception.

So as the time required for Mr. Sa to complete a set of skills became shorter and shorter, the "rewards" given to him by the air ball were forced to become more and more.

Gradually, the air mass shrank visibly.

"Good... you can stop."

The voice said, with a hint of panic.

But Mr. Sa didn’t hear it at all.

He felt as if his "skill cooldown" had disappeared...

And it doesn't disappear instantly, but gradually disappears as he continues to optimize.

This feeling of constantly squeezing yourself and pushing your limits is so great!

Addicted!

He is completely addicted!

"Stop it..."

The voice said, with a hint of trembling.

"Stop it quickly..."

"Stop, stop..."

"I told you to stop!"

"Do not--"

Mr. Sa knew nothing about all this.

He was still releasing skills over and over again, so fast that he could release them without thinking.

When he finally came to his senses, his ears were filled with the shouts of Northeasterners.

"Fuck, what is this?"

(End of this chapter)