After the Full Level of the Profession

Madara gritted his teeth and stopped talking, and the double knives in his hands flew up, and the swordsmanship continued to attack, and the knives were fierce and abnormal.

Originally, his power was not as good as Golda with the blessing of the king, but with the bloodthirsty given by the shaman, his power has been greatly enhanced, but he can barely catch up with Golda. The two ping-pong, one A few tricks passed in a blink of an eye.

The fighting between the fighters was very exciting. The audience seemed to be watching a blockbuster fighting action. It was simply pleasing to the eye. There was cheering on the town wall one after another. Some even wanted to open a handicap: "It’s open, it’s open. Which side will win the bet?"

"Don't be stupid! Father Robert is sitting here, who will buy the opposite to win? If only one side is betting, the market cannot be opened at all."

"Isn't that a gamble?"

"Fool, I didn't have to bet in the beginning."

"Hey? Look here, everyone, the soldiers who were advancing like snails finally collided together."

It turned out that just when Golda and Matura were inextricably fought, the little soldiers did not give up their efforts. They were still charging at the enemy with slow motion frame by frame. Now, with great difficulty, they finally charge. Come together.

A Mamluk throws a throwing axe. Every detail of the axe throwing action can be clearly seen by everyone. Together with the "fierce" expression on his face when he throws the axe, it is also vividly visible. The axe is released. After flying out, flying slowly in mid-air, that special effect, tut!

Violent aesthetics, bullet time.

The audience who replaced it with later generations would say: "The bullet time, labor and capital have long been tired of watching."

But for the audience of this era, bullet time is the first time I have seen it. It’s so wonderful. The eyes of countless people are chasing the throwing axe slowly in mid-air, watching it fly over the mountains. , Flying over the plains, flying over the rushing Yellow River and the Yangtze River...

Flying to the front of the skeleton army, the first skeleton soldier in the row flashed sideways, the axe wiped his face dangerously, and even the bone meal that had been wiped off his face could be clearly seen.

The axe continued to cast away and continued to fly backwards, but the skeleton soldier behind was not so happy. The axe hit the front chest with a "puff", and the three ribs on the chest were chopped off at the same time. The bone scum shot in a super slow motion Flying in the air, the skeleton screamed and fell to the ground.

Only then did the townsfolk shout loudly: "Wow!"

Then the two armies finally collided together. The slow motion was played, and everyone saw the skeleton soldier being hammered by the enemy... and it was clearer than before that the skeleton soldier was still not the opponent of the other party, and was hit on the ground.

Baron Nolan couldn't help but yelled: "Father, the other shaman is bloodthirsty. Originally, our skeleton soldiers were small and weak. The other side even gave the whole army bloodthirsty. This will kill you. Ah. Besides, the general with the golden ring, with bloodthirsty, can even tie Mr. Golda, it's not good to go on like this."

Another exiled noble also yelled: "Yes! Father, do you think you can think of something else?"

Robb was sitting in a wheelchair at this time, with his left hand swaying a goose feather fan, and his right hand pretending to be wiping his beard. Although he did not grow a beard at all, he had to show his attitude.

Turning his head to look at the aristocrats next to him, he smiled and said, "Why panic?"

"Yes, why panic?" A townsman laughed: "Father can kill the opponent by summoning a few elements at random. He is only considering summoning the water element or the fire element."

Robb smiled and said, "I don't know how to summon the elements. The Saint Seiya used the move once, and I don't want to use it the second time." After speaking, he patted his forehead again: "I feel that there is something wrong with this sentence? Forget it, it's not the point."

He smiled and said: "Look at our military master's strategy, use the other way, and return to the other body! Bloodthirsty art, I will too."

Flick the fan forward!

All of the skeleton soldiers suddenly lit up with red light, exactly the same as the red light lit up on the opponent's legion.

The shamans on the opposite side suddenly stunned: "Huh? It's bloodthirsty! Why is there a shaman in Gran Kingdom?"

"Yes, it's impossible!"

"Furthermore, if you want to add bloodthirsty to two thousand skeleton soldiers at the same time, you have to have many shamans to cast spells together. It is absolutely impossible for Siege to have many shamans."

"Hey, hey, it's that person, the guy in the wheelchair who seems to have broken his leg on the town wall put bloodthirsty art on it!"

"He put it alone."

"This man was a bard just now, but how does he become a shaman now?"

"Oh my God, can a broken leg increase magic power?"

"Just like a bald head can become stronger?"

While the shamans were uncertain and uncertain, the situation on the battlefield had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The skeleton soldiers were originally hit on the ground by Mamluk and Scimitar fighters, but with the "bloodthirsty" effect, the skeleton soldiers suddenly became tough.

A skeleton soldier was about to be chopped over by the scimitar warrior. Suddenly he rose to his power. With a rust sword in his hand, he knocked the scimitar warrior's scimitar into the air, and then kicked him into the chest of the scimitar warrior. Flew back two or three meters away.

There was also a skeleton soldier who had fallen to the ground and was stepped on by Mamluk’s camel hoof. He was about to be trampled into a comminuted fracture. However, when the hoof was halfway down, the bloodthirsty technique took effect and the skeleton soldier suddenly became stronger. Infinite, he used two skinny skeleton hands to protect his chest, unexpectedly caught the camel hoof, forcibly not letting it step on, then roared "click", lifted his hands hard, and took the whole camel away. Overturned to the ground.

The audience on the town wall applauded in unison: "Wow! You are the best!"

"Good job, strong skeleton soldier."

"Fight, Brother Skeleton!"

"Use your blood and sweat...cough...cough...Use your unyielding soul to tell the enemy that the lowest-ranking small soldiers should not be underestimated."

The situation on the battlefield was reversed in an instant.

Two thousand bloodthirsty skeleton soldiers, all of a sudden, more than two thousand Mamluks and scimitar fighters were beaten to the ground.

The shamans of the desert kingdom are a little confused: "This situation is not right."

"If both sides don't add bloodthirsty skills and fight for the quality of soldiers, our soldiers will be stronger. In theory, if both bloodthirsty skills are added, our soldiers should be stronger."

"Yes, why is the skeleton soldier on the opposite side stronger than our soldier after putting on the bloodthirsty spell?"

"There is weirdness in this!"

"The combat effectiveness of the bloodthirsty technique on the opposite side is much stronger than our bloodthirsty technique?"

"But, this is too strong, too strong, too strong."