The warrior holding a sword and shield turned his back to the crowd behind him, standing in front of the black witch with a husband as a guard.

If you observe this scene out of context, probably everyone will think that this is a great hero who protects everyone.

He stood in front of the witch of disaster and endured all the anger from evil forces on behalf of everyone.

Yes, this is the style of the first act of this battle.

The saint transforms into a witch, and the greedy and evil raiders turn into adventurers who devote themselves to justice.

They are like partners of justice, as if fighting to maintain peace on the island.

"We will protect the peace of Ice Heart Island!"

It would be even better if you add such lines.

The change in style has changed with the roles of both parties.

However, what I just said doesn't seem to make sense, because there are no bystanders in this battle, so there is no audience perspective.

Because all the people in it are actors in this drama, the right and wrong were defined from the beginning.

"Her name has turned red!" The warrior held up his sword and shield and shouted to the players who looked timid behind him, "She is now a boss, everyone!"

However, this sentence seems to have only the opposite effect.

As we all know, the red color of the monster name in the game is divided into brightness according to the level of difference between the player.

If the levels are not much different, then it is orange.

If the difference is relatively large, but it can still be beaten, then it will be ordinary red.

If the difference is too large to make up, the red will become more and more bright.

Now, the name [Guardian of Ice Heart] on the witch's head is a thick red like blood.

These players have never seen such bright red.

For a moment, the sense of pressure spreading from the level difference surged into the hearts of the players who were still clamoring just now.

Except for that warrior.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

The witch looked at the only warrior in front of her who dared to charge towards her, and actually showed a moment of praise.

"Very good, then I'll give you some special reward." She opened her arms, showed herself in a defenseless posture, and allowed the warrior to charge towards her.

"Bang!" The warrior's big shield slammed on the witch's body.

This powerful and heavy blow even shocked the entire house.

However.

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As a small number floated out slowly, accompanied by the witch standing still.

The warrior raised his head in shock and looked up at the witch's eyes that looked at him at the same time.

"Okay, since I have given you one hand, then it's me next." The witch's face was cold, and there was no trace of emotional remnants on her face at this moment.

It seemed as if the personality of the saint had been completely hidden by her just now.

No matter how reckless the warrior is, he can still feel this sudden sense of fear.

Now he just wants to hold up his shield and escape quickly.

But obviously, it was all over when this thought came to his mind.

For a speller, it is much easier to find a piece of talisman paper than to put away a shield.

"Then, I'll give you some special rewards." The card-like talisman between the witch's fingers flashed with fluorescent light.

"Star Talisman [A Meteor]!"

The talisman card suddenly transformed into a large bow condensed by light and shadow in the air. Then the next moment, the figure of the warrior who had not yet reacted was compressed to the size of an arrow and was pinched in his hand by the witch.

When all the players saw this scene, they were sweating profusely.

A person who was still alive just now was transformed into an arrow by some unknown magic?

"Everyone, I'm sure you're ready." The corner of the witch's mouth curled up slightly, then pointed at the skylight on the roof, and set off a bow and arrow.

"Stella!!!!!!"

The longbow with the warrior as the arrow was slowly tensed, and then returned to the origin in an instant.

The bow chord condensed by magic disappeared the moment the sharp arrow shot out.

The sharp arrow itself, that is, the warrior, roared into the sky like a real meteor.

Players rushed to the bottom of the skylight to see the power of the arrow.

The lethality of using the human body, that is, life as an arrow must be huge.

And the scene in front of us proved this to everyone present.

Arrows wrapped in magic and strong wind soared into the sky, and then exploded from the sky in an instant, scattering into a colorful firework in the sky.

If the arrow was in this room or exploded on the ground, then probably none of the people present would be spared.

But, then again.

No matter where the arrow hits, how powerful its explosion is, the one who suffered the most damage in the end is the one who turned into an arrow.

Fireworks are beautiful, but they symbolize the withering of life.

"Who else next?" The witch turned her gaze to other players in the room again. "Let's talk about it first. Don't you have such good treatment just now?"

The players swallowed their saliva.

What's more, they even wanted to pull the door handle of the door and tried to escape from the house.

Then, the player who touched the door handle turned into a white light the moment his hand touched the door handle, and returned to the teleportation point and was resurrected.

"You are so funny." The witch shook her head and sighed, "Can I understand that you are entering a besieged city now?"

"The people inside want to go out, and the people outside want to come in, right?" She laughed softly, "You who were driven by greed before rushed in like a pack of wolves, but now you are not even as good as dogs, which is really ridiculous."

"It's so funny! Don't you think it?" The witch took two steps, walked to a trembling player, and asked him loudly, "Don't you think it's!?"

But the player could do nothing but tremble desperately.

He couldn't say a single sentence, or even a single syllable.

"Coward! Coward! Smile! I said this is funny, you guys laugh at me!" the witch roared at him.

The player could not withstand such a strong blow and sat on the ground in fear.

"Bad." The witch glanced at him coldly, then stomped on his knees with a heel.
Chapter completed!