The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

I can't comment on Taylor's teasing remarks.

With the pastors I have seen so far, when participating in the war, most of them use magical barriers and healing arts to fight the enemy. Most of the methods are to grind the opponent until they have no physical strength or no magic, and then defeat the enemy with his own power.

However, I can't deny the priest's fighting ability. As far as the Spear of Victory is concerned, I can say with certainty that its power alone is enough to push the priest into a front-line combat position.

But here comes the point.

Not all priests have the spear of victory, just as not all priests are proficient in healing.

Just as a small guild like the Fearless Guild, the mastery of its pastors is also different.

Susan is proficient in purification. Belle’s proficiency cannot be seen for the time being, but it is by no means a healing technique. Godot seems to be proficient in healing technique, but in fact, because of talent restrictions, his healing technique is only effective for men. Otherwise, he is in magic There are also considerable achievements in barriers and combat, but the purification technique is terrible.

Therefore, I really can’t answer the old man’s sentence, “Don’t you think that the pastor industry can only rely on healing and magical barriers to grind opponents to death”.

Although the old man kept saying that Godot still had his hole cards to play, but judging from the current situation, the battle situation was leaning towards the Griffin.

That unreasonable frenzied smashing has forced Godot to a situation where there is no retreat, no hiding, no fighting, and unless the Griffin is exhausted at this time, Godot is unable to fight back.

Seeing the unoptimistic situation, I sighed worriedly, turned to Yang Ku, and asked, "Do you think Godot is capable of making a comeback?"

Yang Gu's expression just eased a little, but the body's Zhansu still persisted. He swallowed and said dryly: "Yes, it should be possible."

"Oh?" I immediately gained more confidence, and I couldn't help asking: "How can I see it?"

Yang Gu's face was ugly, he paused, and said, "Guess it."

I was speechless for a moment.

On the side Taylor laughed, the wine spilled on his robe, after laughing, he took a breath and said, "He understands better than you, bastard!"

I rolled my eyes, and said angrily: "What do you say?"

Tyler wiped his mouth and said, "You don't have confidence in your teammates. What kind of president do you still have?"

I curled my lips and murmured: "If it's an ordinary monster, this monster is so powerful, as the captain, can I not worry about it?"

"That's your fault." Taylor said solemnly, "You have no fools or rashers. If you dare to ask for a fight, it means you have enough confidence. Even if you can't fight, you can run. Since the players themselves All have confidence, are you the president and **** your heart?"

After that, he picked up the wine pouch, gurgled a few big mouthfuls, then wiped his mouth, stretched out his hand, and said, "Get another pouch."

Putting away the old wine bag and replacing it with a new one for him, I continued to watch the increasingly unfavorable situation with concern, wondering if I should go up and get a hand. Although two-on-one is not honorable, it is safe. Besides, who stipulated that this battle must be one-on-one?

After hesitating in my heart for a while, I made up my mind not to let the situation go unfavorable anymore. It doesn't matter if Godot complained a few words after the battle, it's better than losing a strong player.

With his legs bent slightly, he planned to rush into the court and pierce his hand horizontally. At this moment, the big sword in his hand sank, and the weight seemed to be more than twice as heavy.

I was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help thinking: "What the **** are you doing?"

Odachi said leisurely: "Are you in a hurry for a ball?"

"Can you not be in a hurry, the current situation is so unfavorable, I am afraid that Godot will be worse off."

"Tsk tusk" Odachi made a joke, and when I was slightly angry, it said leisurely: "The old man is right, you really underestimate your team members."

I was stunned and asked, "Where did you come from?"

Dadachi said: "Look at that guy's movements, can you look hard?"

Hearing this, I focused and looked at Godot.

At a glance, it was instantly clear that I was impatient.

At this moment, Godot, who is ten meters away from me, sings hurriedly, but his whole person is like a green pine, standing tall and upright.

What is the tragic appearance of being suppressed, it is simply a calm and unhurried challenge.

And the magical barrier that has been under attack is also cracked and not broken, still standing firm, no matter how you slap and scratch, I will not collapse.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Taylor chuckled, "Is it clear?"

I nodded: "I see."

On the side Yang Kuo asked tremblingly, "What do you understand?"

I laugh while saying nothing.

He looked dazed and continued to tremble.

The Griffin was very upset.

It is of course unhappy. It has always been the king and hegemony, suddenly encountering such a hob meat that can't be beaten to death, and its mood is simply worse than eating rotten meat that has expired.

Since then, it has become more irritable, not only has a greater slap, but also a greater range of movements.

The greater the movement range, the lower the frequency of the slap, and the lower the frequency, the more time left for Godot.

Godot, who was once the president of the Adventurers' Guild, has much more experience in combat than me, so naturally he won't lose such a good fighting opportunity.

As a result, he suddenly withdrew, and jumped out of the griffon's attack range a second before the giant claw shot.

At the same time, he clenched his fists with both hands, and the power of fading converged on both fists at a rapid speed, forming two **** of light between a few breaths.

At the same time as the ball of light formed, the magic barrier also lost its magical support, and was slapped into dust by the heavy claws of the griffon, and scattered white awns.

At the moment when the magical barrier shattered, I saw the eagle face of Griffon, which revealed a sense of invigoration.

Immediately, the eagle's eyes became fierce, and he waved his giant claws again and patted Godot.

Godot, who clenched his fists, didn't dodge or dodge, his eyes were close to the giant claws he had photographed, and his eyes were full of determination.

Standing on the sidelines watching the battle, I couldn't help but shed a cold sweat. What is Godot doing?

Why don't you open the magic barrier and slightly resist the slap of the giant claws?

Is he planning to survive in danger?

At the cost of a hard blow, find out the gap in the griffon and report a more violent attack?

If this is the case, I have to ask the last sentence: Godot, why do you think your body can handle the unstoppable blow of the Griffin?

Could it be because of the two white lights gathered on your hands?

But the white light will only protect your hands and wrists, and there is no time to protect your arms and body.

In the face of such a powerful blow, even if you can survive by chance, you are bound to be hit hard, and even cause irreparable trauma!

What kind of face should I face Billy in such a field?

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