Wei Chen clearly had a good grasp of this game of cat and mouse. One Inch Ash's slash was completely within his expectations. With a sigh, Windward Formation leaned to the side, wanting to dodge the slash and continue running. If it were a normal player, Wei Chen's move would have been enough, but was Qiao Yifan a normal player? No matter how invisible he was in the pro scene, it was still the pro scene. It wasn't on the same level as in-game players.
The sword light chased after Windward Formation's twisting body. Wei Chen saw this and had no choice but to dodge. If it was a one on one, then it would be fine. Wei Chen had a way to escape, but Lord Grim wasn't far away from catching up to him. Even though he managed to escape from One Inch Ash's slash, that guy was going to chase after him again.
At this point, it was a dead end. His plan to enter the dungeon was completely ruined.
Wei Chen made a prompt decision. Windward Formation turned around and said to One Inch Ash: "Little brother, I can tell that you're an honest person. If you want my equipment, you have to return it to me!"
Qiao Yifan stared blankly, but still replied with a "Okay". However, as he responded, he didn't dare to relax his operation. Qiao Yifan was a person who knew how to learn from his mistakes. He was a person who knew how to learn his lesson.
But right after he replied, Windward Formation's equipment was quickly stripped clean. Then, he stuck out his chest: "Hurry, hurry and kill me."
Qiao Yifan's hands trembled. He discovered that he was still far from being on the same level. He didn't know who this person in front of him was, but he could tell that this person definitely wasn't an in-game player. Right now, he felt that even in the pro scene, there probably weren't many people like this.
"Hurry up! Attack faster! Open more boundaries. Hey hey hey, even if you're Level 55, you shouldn't be this slow. Are you purposely going easy on me? That's not right. When dealing with an enemy, you should seize every opportunity and kill them as quickly as possible. This is the most effective way to reduce carelessness, avoid mistakes, and lower the influence of luck! "Wei Chen actually started lecturing Qiao Yifan.
Qiao Yifan was speechless. What this person said was actually very reasonable, but at this moment, when he said such words to himself, why did it feel like it was not the same thing?
"You brat, you're being sincere!"
Finally, when he saw that Lord Grim had arrived in front of him and he still hadn't died, Wei Chen said in dissatisfaction. He also sent a scowling emoji.
"Ha ha ha, you're honest, you're not stupid. Little Qiao, get out of the way. Watch me take care of this old thing. "Ye Xiu laughed. Lord Grim quickly rushed over, directly stabbing towards the naked Windward Formation.
"F * ck, you think you can take care of me?" Windward Formation's equipment was instantly back on his body. He even drank a potion and said, "Little comrade, stand a little further away. I don't want to accidentally injure you."
Qiao Yifan's One Inch Ash heard this and retreated two steps. Ye Xiu immediately stopped him: "Little Qiao, why did you fall for it! Stand behind him and cut off his path of retreat. "
"Ye Qiu, you bastard!" Wei Chen's scheme was seen through again. He flew into a rage out of humiliation. As he cursed, Windward Formation released a Curse Arrow. It wasn't concentrated in one place. Instead, the ball of light spun and scattered.
Taking advantage of this chaos, Wei Chen wanted to have Windward Formation run away, but Ye Xiu saw it clearly. Lord Grim used a Z-Shake to charge through the gap between the Curse Arrows and swung his lance at Windward Formation's head.
Windward Formation could only dodge. Warlocks didn't have too many tricks up their sleeves. Powerful skills required cast time. If they were in such close range, how could they have the time? Elementalists could at least use Teleport to quickly open up a distance, but Warlocks couldn't.
Against attacks, they could only dodge. Of course, cloth-clothed Mages like them could use Parry, but their Physical Attack Judgement was too weak. Even if they used the Dual Blade Style, it wouldn't do much. The result would be the same as when Lord Grim parried Wild Blood Strike. They would be directly knocked away.
Bind!
Soul Cutter!
… …
Wei Chen tried his best to use a few fast cast skills to deal with him, but his opponent wasn't a normal player. Admittedly, he had a level advantage, but the effects of this advantage were all within Ye Xiu's calculations. Ye Xiu had completely considered this before launching his attack. As a result, in the end, his damage output was just a bit slower, but his crowd control was no different from someone of the same level.
If Wei Chen was a melee class, he would be able to suppress him. Unfortunately, he was a cloth-clothed Mage. In such a close range situation, even with a ten-plus level advantage, there was nothing he could do.
After a short while, Chen Guo's Chasing Haze finally caught up. Seeing that black cannons had already begun to aim at him, if he didn't say a few words, he wouldn't be Wei Chen.
"Fine, I admit defeat today. You have the advantage in numbers, so I admit defeat!" Wei Chen said.
"It doesn't matter how many people you have. You're still bragging even when you're about to die." Ye Xiu wasn't like Qiao Yifan. His hands didn't tremble at all. Shua shua shua, he continued to attack.
"Let's make it clear. This Silver weapon is my blood and sweat. If it drops, you have to give it back to me." Wei Chen said.
"Fine, as long as it's not a Silver weapon, I'll give it back to you." Ye Xiu said.
"F * ck, don't pretend you don't understand!!!" Wei Chen was furious.
"If I don't cut off some of your flesh, you won't know how powerful I am!" Ye Xiu didn't back down.
Wei Chen originally didn't have much control, but now he was tossing and turning like a madman. But if a madman could break free, he would have done it a long time ago. Right now, he was just trying to see if he could take a bite out of him before he died. But would Ye Xiu give him that chance? After another round of random attacks, Windward Formation's health finally hit rock bottom. A Circle Swing came and stabbed, sending Windward Formation high into the air.
"Silver weapon, come out!" Ye Xiu yelled.
"Ye Qiu, you'll die a horrible death!" Wei Chen shouted. Windward Formation fell head first onto the ground.
"F * ck, Ye Qiu, you're f * cking screaming! You really won't die a horrible death!!! " The instant he died, Wei Chen immediately opened up his equipment list. But when he looked, he started cursing again. Ye Qiu's shout was like a soul summoning. He actually managed to summon his Silver weapon … …
"Hahahaha, Old Wei, cry!"
Souls couldn't speak, nor could they hear. But Wei Chen saw a string of words above Lord Grim's head, followed by a madly laughing emoji. The emoji swayed back and forth above his corpse. He was so angry that he almost fainted. He opened up his friends list and hastily added Lord Grim as a friend, but he was immediately rejected. Lord Grim might as well just open his friends list.
"Ye Qiu, your grandpa, your grandpa, your grandpa, your grandpa!" Wei Chen cursed, but he knew that the people in the game couldn't hear him no matter what. In the end, a bunch of people in the Internet cafe stood up. "F * ck, which son of a b * tch keeps cursing Ye Qiu!!!"
"It's me, so what!!" Wei Chen slammed the table and stood up with a whoosh. Immediately, more than ten people stood up beside him.
The gaming geek who stood up and cursed saw that there were more than twenty people here. They were either hooligans or hooligans. He was instantly stunned. Although he felt indignant for his idol, his own safety was more important. Hence, he nodded. "Hero, curse Ye Qiu? Everyone, let's do it together! "
People as shameless as this person were in the minority. Most of them saw that the other side was more imposing and had already sat down dejectedly.
"Go play your game!" Wei Chen also glared at this person. He wasn't even in the mood to curse anymore. This was because he knew very well that these moves were useless against Ye Qiu. They were completely useless.
"Brother Wei, what's wrong?" At this moment, the hooligans around Wei Chen had already surrounded him and asked.
"F * ck, my weapon dropped." Wei Chen grimaced.
"F * ck!" Everyone cursed in unison. After that, they all looked at Wei Chen with murderous intent. "What's going on?"
"What's going on? Go play your games." Wei Chen waved his hand. Then, seeing that Lord Grim was still putting on a show in the game, he directly returned to the city and revived. Out of sight, out of mind.
"Ah, he's gone." Seeing that the corpse was gone, Ye Xiu felt a little regretful. Ye Xiu was more against not being able to communicate with corpses! It was just a game. Why did it have to be so realistic? For example, at a time like this, it would be so delightful to listen to the thoughts of the person who had been killed.
"Quick, look at the weapon!!!" Chen Guo was anxious. Ye Xiu had been baring his fangs and brandishing his claws when he dropped the Silver weapon. She couldn't wait any longer.
"Let's see, let's see!" Ye Xiu said as he opened his inventory. If the Silver weapon wasn't in his hands, he couldn't see its stats. As a result, he could only see the color of the weapon in Windward Formation's hand. Now, he could see its stats.
This Silver weapon was a Warlock's Scepter.
Death's Hand, Level 60
Weight 3kg, Attack Speed 2
Physical Attack 530, Magic Attack 777
Intelligence + 45
Dark Attribute Enhancement + 20
Dark Attribute Resistance + 20
Magic Crit Chance + 10%
Spellcasting Speed + 10;
Cast Distance + 2
"Amazing!" Chen Guo was able to distinguish between good and bad equipment. Just looking at the Scepter's stats, she knew that it was a genuine Silver weapon. Its stats were above Orange weapons. Intelligence, Dark Attribute Enhancement, Magic Crit Chance, Spell Cast Speed, Cast Distance … … These were all useful stats for Warlocks. This was another example of the value of a Silver weapon. Apart from having better stats than Orange weapons of the same level, the additional stats of a Silver weapon were all tailor-made. What you liked, what you needed, you could work hard to get.
In terms of attack stats, this Death's Hand was equivalent to a Level 70 Purple weapon. However, if all of the additional stats were taken into account, then its value was far above a Level 70 Purple weapon. Let alone a Level 70 Purple weapon, even a Level 70 Orange weapon wouldn't have so many useful stats.
"It's not even Level 70 yet, and it didn't add any skills!" Ye Xiu was still able to pick out some flaws.
Just as he was speaking, someone sent him a message on QQ. Ye Xiu opened it and laughed. It was Wei Chen. He couldn't find him in game, so this guy impatiently called him on QQ.
"Bastard, hurry up and give me back my Silver weapon!" Wei Chen cursed.
"You can't disturb Old Wei. You just threw me on TV. Right now, I need to focus on the upcoming hunt! If I accidentally die and your Death's Hand drops … … what do you think will happen? "Ye Xiu replied.
"F * ck, then why aren't you logging off? Are you waiting for death!!!"
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My respects to Old Wei, who dropped his equipment. Tomorrow 3: 00! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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