When the equipment and level were exactly the same, individual combat experience played a big role.
But the problem was that everyone had combat experience. After playing the game for more than a year, even pure life players had a lot of combat experience.
So in this competition, everyone was actually more or less the same.
At most, it was just that Roland had mastered more spells, and Saint Samurai Schuck had a higher stats interface.
Even though the F6 members cooperated extremely well, the cooperation of the other teams wasn't much worse than theirs. So this competition was a challenge. There were thousands of experts and tens of thousands of newbies, and who hadn't screwed up?
Roland never expected his team to win all the time. As long as they had a high enough win rate, they would naturally take first place. And he was also confident in his small team. Even if they lost once or twice, they would soon find a way to deal with the enemy.
That was what he thought.
But now, this situation, where their mentality was ruined by a weird way of playing in the second round, was something he never expected.
He had seen the introduction and promotion posts of the "flying" style on the forum before, and he laughed very happily when he saw someone surrounded by yellow and white hot feces and then dying from the stench.
Now, the group of experts who watched the livestream and specifically watched F6's fighting habits must be laughing very happily too.
Roland squatted on the ground and retched. Although they had escaped from that hell of feces, they were inevitably contaminated with the stench, making the whole secret room stink.
The other four were in a similar state. All of them had pale faces and looked as if they had nothing left to live for.
Betta covered his nose and said, "We're first in points for now. Should we take a break first? "
"Of course we have to rest, it's too disgusting," Roland said helplessly. "Wait for us to take a break."
Betta covered his nose, walked to the side, and began to operate the three-dimensional image on the light ball. It happened that the second-ranked team was fighting, so he clicked in.
In the second-ranked team, there was actually someone Roland knew, Solisa of the Phoenix Guild.
This team was all members of the Phoenix Guild, all Summoner girls of elven blood.
As soon as the match began, they kept summoning their beasts. Not long after, the five of them had summoned their beasts, filling up the entire arena.
Their opponents, in despair, gave up resistance and let these summons beat them back to their rooms.
Then countless comments flashed on the screen.
"Too shameless. How are the others supposed to fight? "
"I told you that the biggest winners after Roland is eliminated are the Summoners."
'I think they will have a natural enemy.'
"My ass. I can't think of a way to deal with so many summons without a powerful group attack. "
It turned out that this live broadcast system had bullet screens, but this was also quite interesting.
Roland, on the other hand, estimated that the battle had lasted more than two minutes.
Schuck leaned close and asked, "What if we run into them?"
Schuck was annoyed too.
If it weren't for the restriction, he wouldn't even care about this group of summoned creatures.
Riding on the Fire Dragon Little Princess, he could sweep the flames back and forth in the air. Even if he couldn't kill them all, he could still escape.
Up until now, the only one who could fly faster than a dragon was Roland.
Roland was also greatly restricted in such a field. With his spatial bubble flying combination technique, he would crash into a wall after being ejected more than a hundred meters away, so he couldn't fly at all.
Roland nodded slightly. "Their summoning speed is a bit slow. If you face them, don't wait for me to buff, just charge straight at them, and I'll provide fire support from the rear."
Summoners needed to prepare for summoning, which was their greatest weakness.
It was fine in normal times, when they were in the outside world, they could always have a few defensive summons around them, but in a match, they couldn't summon before they were teleported to the field, and even if they did summon something, it would be eliminated during the teleportation.
"Okay, that's my domain." Li Lin walked over and took off his upper body, revealing the barbarian battle stripes on his body. "No one is more reckless than us barbarians."
They gathered together and suddenly found that the smell between them seemed to be even more unpleasant, so they immediately pulled away.
Solisa's team had won another match, and now they were first, with Roland and the others falling back to second place.
"Should we enter the field?" Li Lin asked somewhat anxiously.
Roland shook his head. "Wait a little longer. Although my physical strength has recovered, my mental strength hasn't. I still feel disgusted. "
Schuck said, "Me too."
Li Lin snorted. "Your mental strength is so weak. It's just stinky, like me … ew!"
As if recalling the yellow and white things on the field earlier, Li Lin couldn't help but run to the side and retch.
Everyone laughed, extremely cheerful, and even the stench in the room seemed to be a lot less.
Roland had thought that Solisa would take a break for a while, and after the projector went black for three minutes, Roland was about to see how the other top-ranked teams fought, when Solisa's stream channel lit up again.
This time, they were up against two Warriors and three spellcasters.
Then each of these three spellcasters was followed by a white maggot.
All of F6 opened their mouths slightly.
Then the bullet screen was full of dots and dots.
As soon as the match began, the three white maggots sprayed yellow and white things into the sky, and these people all plugged their noses with towels.
One white maggot was disgusting enough, but three!
What kind of grudge did these "fire feces" Warlocks have against the majority of players?
Flying all over the sky covered half of the field on the opposite side.
The five beautiful Summoner girls were drenched through the heart.
They couldn't even be seen as human shapes, covered with a thick, yellow-white layer of slurry.
The summons only came out less than half before they stopped.
As if time and space had paused for a brief moment, the five Summoner girls fell to the ground at the same time. Their feces splattered everywhere, and they no longer moved.
Then the system automatically announced that the white maggot Warlocks had won.
At this time, a thick, crazy wave of bullet screens flooded the livestream.
"F * ck, what the hell is this? I'm feeling suffocated. "
"Damn it, such a rogue tactic, how do we fight?"
"Can I forfeit the match?"
"It's okay, the chances of encountering fire feces Warlocks shouldn't be high, as long as our luck isn't too bad."
"I'll take your word for it; you're a wicked old man. As far as I know, fire feces Warlocks account for half of the total Warlock population, and there are at least 80,000 Warlocks. Now the overall player participation rate is more than 95%, which means that at least 70,000 or more Warlocks are participating, and at least 30,000 fire feces Warlocks are participating. With their "combat power," their ranking should be quite high, which means that if they want to get a good ranking, they are bound to encounter fire feces Warlocks. ‘
"F * ck, I'm forfeiting now."
"Don't be in a hurry to forfeit, we can make a complaint on the black ball projector. Get the fire feces out of here. "
"Right, right, there's this way."
Looking at the bullet screens, the F6 members looked at each other, and Li Lin scratched his head in distress and said, "I take back what I just said, in this situation, even I can't handle it, I also want face."
Schuck hesitated for a moment and looked at Roland. "Why don't we forfeit too, I don't want to be drenched with that stuff. A handsome man like me can't stand this kind of insult. "
Well, although Schuck usually didn't care much about whether his appearance would be affected, in reality, he had a lot of "idol baggage" in his heart.
Think of a super handsome man drenched with yellow and white stuff.
That image was too beautiful.
Roland thought about it and asked, "Schuck, I remember that you Saint Samurai seem to have a kind of halo ability that can speed up the process of spell construction, right?"
"Yes." Schuck nodded.
"These fire feces Warlocks may be extremely difficult for others to deal with, but for us, it doesn't seem to be a big problem. After all, this stink thing doesn't distinguish between friend and foe. As long as we can resist it, it will only be them who die from the stink. "
"But the problem is that we'll be drenched all over, and we'll definitely die of nausea first." Raphael, who was next to him, said in confusion, "Do you have any spells that can bounce those 'flying' back?"
Roland shook his head. "I'm not very good at wind magic, but I'm good at Mud to Stone. If we encounter these fire feces Warlocks again, I'll use this spell to wrap us in a closed space and wait for them to stink and poison themselves to death. Naturally, we'll win."
"Yeah, there's such a trick."
Everyone's eyes lit up.
And at this moment, everyone received a system message: According to the feedback from many players, regarding the inelegance of the maggot Warlock's fighting style … after five minutes of discussion, the members of our event planning team approved of the maggot Warlock's fighting style. The game went on as usual.
At this time, Roland and the others weren't watching the livestream, but they could imagine that all the livestreams of the game would be full of wailing.
Roland stood up. "Schuck, let's continue the game."
"Okay."
Schuck stood up and clicked on the match option.
Five seconds wasn't right, and the five of them were teleported again.
This time, on the opposite side was a versatile combination of a Warrior, a Mage, a Priest, an Archer, and a Great Swordsman.
They saw Roland and the others, and they also recognized Roland and Schuck, and all of them showed helpless looks.
However, they already felt that they had lost in their hearts, but they still fought Roland and the others very seriously.
It was just that under Roland's many group buffs, their attributes were much worse than Roland and the others.
Roland and Brazil, the two backliners, didn't do much, and they were taken down by Schuck's three forwards.
After winning this game, the 69 team returned to first place in the standings again, tied with several other teams.
Back in the enclosed room, thanks to the fact that all of them had chosen equipment that restored physical endurance, they only rested for a little more than a minute before they were matched again.
The white light dissipated, and they were teleported to a rugged hillside.
On their right was the top of the hill, on their left was a cliff, and in the middle was a path barely five people wide leading ahead.
And on the opposite side were two acquaintances.
Hawk, Lynk … and three members of Silver Wings who looked a little familiar.
Hawk and Lynk both smiled bitterly when they saw Roland.
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