Mystery Makes Me Strong

Chapter 1925: Death of the Tauren

"Damn, you cowards! Cowards, come along if you can!"

The tauren hammered the ground furiously.

"TMD, you think we are stupid, go up and let you attack in groups?" A soldier suddenly became furious.

"That's it, you despicable devil! If you think beautifully, we will besiege you to death!" A squad leader followed, "Don't be deceived by it, it just wants us all to move closer, and then a wave Kill us all!"

This tauren, who looks big and honest, is actually cunning and insidious, and motivates them to come together.

"Damn, you bastards, rubbish, trash!" Taurus spit out fragrance.

It has learned the native language of the kingdom of Rotes.

However, it was greeted with more intense mockery from the soldiers.

The tauren sneered, it was a bit unexpected that these idiots were not fooled.

In the past, these stupid soldiers were too lazy to use their brains to think about fighting, and all their brains were used on how to escape and steal their lives.

Now I have started to think about how to fight better.

Is this the magic of that power?

Unfortunately, it is not impossible.

What's so great about resurrection?

It has seen many things that will be resurrected.

Like a lich, like a skeleton, like a vampire...

Can be resurrected.

But every resurrection comes with a price.

There is a way to get rid of it.

I can't stop you from resurrecting, I can't defeat you, but I can scare you, pollute you, and make you degenerate...

Thinking of this, it suddenly cut open its chest, and a large amount of blood flowed down.

When the hammer smashed, the blood splashed and sputtered far, far away.

"what!"

A soldier was splattered with cow blood and cried.

He just felt that he saw the most terrifying **** scene in front of him, and immediately fled frantically.

One soldier after another had the same experience as him, and was frightened to run around.

It doesn't matter if you are not afraid of death, there is always something you are afraid of.

"Fear spell? Blood is the material for spellcasting." Yang Wei nodded.

"Do you have a way to deal with it?" The little panda was watching the play while nibbling on the bamboo.

It has always come from watching dramas like this, and life is so boring.

Just watching other people act sometimes doesn't feel like enough fun.

No wonder that guy Xiao Huan went off to act in person.

"They'll figure out a way."

Indeed, Lancelot quickly thought of a solution.

Cover the whole body with leather, like a raincoat, to isolate the effect of ox blood.

The action force of thousands of people is very strong.

Before long, quite a few soldiers put on leather raincoats and continued to fight the tauren.

"It's alright, but, are you just using this method?" The tauren decided to be more serious.

It chose a direction with the largest crowd, and the hooves of the cow began to kick back continuously, a rhythm about to charge.

And those soldiers were not afraid.

Instead, they lined up with a human wall, and behind the human wall, there was a temporarily dug trench.

During the siege of the tauren, someone was digging a trench outside.

Although everyone knows that this is better than nothing.

The tauren can jump dozens of meters with a single jump, and it is impossible for the ditch to trap the opponent.

But it's always a hindrance.

Now, the trenches seem to be playing a little role.

The tauren broke through the crowd, and the sky was full of blood, and finally the ditch stirred it up.

In a staggering kung fu, many clever soldiers jumped on its legs and climbed upwards.

It is more than ten meters tall, and the soldiers are like climbing a three-story building, and this building can still move, which is extremely difficult.

A soldier climbed to the neck of the cow, opened his mouth and began to bite with his teeth.

After biting, a green thing was injected into it.

"Ah!" The tauren felt the pain.

It underestimated these soldiers.

The soldiers have risen many levels in the monster farm just now, and they are adding skills and points in a mess.

The skill that someone added happened to be poison-based.

Toxins from Heroes, Toxins from the Dark World, Toxins from Warcraft...

Mixed together, this is definitely not a tauren that can be easily immune by relying on their physique.

Toxin is a magic weapon for the weak to overcome the strong, and the small to defeat the big.

The little poisonous snake, once it makes a noise, the elephant will walk around.

An extremely powerful person can kill all large animals, but when he hears its voice and sees its picture, he still feels the fear in his genes.

That's its deterrent power.

The Tauren was careless.

It shouldn't waver.

Level 1 players are nothing to fear, level 2 is nothing, level 3 is nothing, but level 5 is not enough.

Level 5 has skills, which is a leap in quality...

Level 6, Level 7, Level 8, Level 9, Level 10, and Level 1 are superimposed, and each time a threshold is crossed, it will leap once.

In the end, it became a nightmare for the bosses.

The tauren felt dizzy.

It wanted to run away.

"Hey, eagle-shaped woman, come and help me, drive these flies away!" The tauren roared into the sky.

The shape and strength that it used to be proud of has become a burden at this time.

If it could fly like that banshee, it wouldn't fall into the trap of humans.

Bows and arrows can't beat the magic of the banshee, you have to be a rare mage.

However, how could mages come to the battlefield, they would only shrink in the laboratory and make precious medicines for the nobles to use.

But now there is a little more task, making scrolls to save the lives of high-level nobles.

"Sorry, I can't beat them, I'll go first, be careful yourself." The harpy had no idea of saving her companions at all, but flew higher and higher.

"Damn, aren't you ready to complete the mission of the devil general?"

"No, because I have better credit now."

The tauren was abandoned.

Just like the abandoned monsters at the bottom.

The toxin is getting stronger and stronger, and it starts to get weak.

It never imagined that its huge size and powerful strength were enough to kill tens of thousands of human soldiers, and it was not defeated by the earth-shattering fighting spirit, nor in the scroll of a certain archmage.

But lost to the fangs of an ordinary soldier...

It looks like an elephant that was suffocated to death by a rat stuck in its nose.

The enormous power cannot be used to save itself at all.

It used its last strength and dashed outwards.

It wants to stay away from the soldiers as much as possible, find a safe place before falling into a coma, and then rely on its powerful physique to slowly dissolve the toxin.

To be honest, this strategy is not bad. If you replace it with the previous soldiers, it will definitely succeed.

Now, however, no matter how fast or far it runs, the soldiers will catch up.

The soldiers are like returning to the primitive era~www.readwn.com~ hunting with their companions. Everyone contributes together for the benefit of their own tribe, and no one oppresses others.

Although the material is poor, the spirit is rich...

Primitives are happier.

Strange.

The spirit is even more impoverished.

But today's soldiers are enjoying hunting.

"Haha, it's dying! It's down!"

"This guy has at least 100,000 chips, enough for me to advance to level 15!"

"Leave the last knife to me!"

"Your sword doesn't break defenses at all."

"I'll get into its mouth and cut through its esophagus!"

It is a wolf annihilation.

All the soldiers made way for the warrior.