Chapter 1727 The Taste of Madness

There are tens of thousands of shooters in Zefeng Continent, half of which are elves.

This is not bragging.

With their talent advantages, almost all elven adventurers are archers, and there are also many who can shoot flies from hundreds of meters.

The elves with so many archers should be very popular among goblin craftsmen.

However, the reality is that there are not many goblin craftsmen in Moonlight City, and there are even fewer goblin craftsmen who make guns in Moonlight City.

The reason is simple. Although the elves are good at shooting, their passion is bows and arrows, not firearms.

This is why my eyes lit up when I saw the elf holding a revolver.

The elf shooter, holding the revolver in his hand, walked briskly to the blindfolded elf and stood side by side with him.

The latter pondered slightly, took a step back, and gave up his position for him to play.

The shooter held the brim of his hat, nodded slightly, and raised the corners of his lips at the same time, returning an eye-catching smile.

Then he reached into his robe with his left hand, took out a revolver from the lower back, clasped it on his index finger and spun it twice, then charged the muzzle, and breathed softly over the muzzle with his thin lips, posing in a manner that was too unrestrained to have any friends. shape.

At this time, the vine army was still three meters away from him. It only took two breaths to rush to the handsome gunman and tie him into a hot dog.

It was too late, but it was too soon. The shooter stretched his arms forward and aimed a pair of muzzles at the sweeping vines. The power of transformation suddenly bloomed and enveloped his whole body.

In an instant, he transformed into a handsome and luminous elf shooter, and his eye-catching ability increased by 200%.

As the trigger was pulled, bullets filled with magic and wrapped in the power of transformation roared towards the vine army.

The moment it came into contact with the vines, the bullet exploded, bursting out bursts of white light. After the white light, there were small-scale magic releases such as heat wave burning, frost freezing, etc.

After a burst of output, the menacing vines were temporarily blocked in place, and the bullets in the shooter's revolver happened to be exhausted.

He made a slight mistake with his hands and put the revolvers on his waist. Then he leaned forward and took out two other revolvers from his trouser legs. He stretched out his arms and continued to fire.

Another attack was as fierce as a tiger, and dozens of vines were crippled by him.

Even so, the tree man was still alive. With a roar, more than a hundred vines all over his body rushed towards him like a savage beast.

This time, it tried its best and vowed to fight to the death with these guys who repeatedly prevented it from eating!

More than a hundred vines are not a small number.

The blindfolded elf can have at most a dozen vines at a time. The instant output power of the mage elf is not as much as that of the blindfolded elf. The shooter elf is sadly out of bullets and is taking bullets from his pocket to load them into the gun case.

He reloads quickly, but no matter how fast he is, it is not as fast as the movement speed of the vines.

Seeing that the flood of vines was about to press close to me, I couldn't help but feel sad. If there was even a trace of strength left, I could rush forward and fight these vines to the death. At the very least, I could block them. First block gives them time to rescue me, and in this way, the loss can be minimized.

However, I raised my still weak arms and sighed feebly.

"Hey, brat," Odachi said, "Do you really think they have no chance to make a comeback? Don't underestimate these guys! Since they can spawn monsters on this level, they must have the ability to protect themselves."

Odachi's words gave me hope. My eyes widened and I stared at the people in front of me, expecting a miracle to happen.

Will a miracle happen?

Maybe will.

But in fact, they don't need a miracle at all, and they can still get through the difficulties at hand.

Because - they still have companions who have not taken action, but I didn't know it before.

An elf with steady steps walked up to several people.

He looks as handsome as the other companions, but the difference is that his figure is stronger than the other companions.

It's even a bit exaggerated to be strong.

Each arm is almost as thick as my thighs, and the muscles on them are bulging high, like slightly trembling hills.

And he is not just simply strong, his bare arms are also slightly glowing with red mist, which is like blood, but not as bright and shocking as blood.

Is that another kind of transformation power?

Frowning slightly, I stared and thought.

This adventurer is completely different from the previous shooter.

Sagittarius loves to show off and be cool, and coupled with his outstanding appearance and free and easy temperament, he is even more eye-catching.

The later adventurer was like the night before a rainstorm, silent and gloomy, making people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

Moreover, I can smell a similar smell from him, which is the unique smell of crazy militants.

He walked quickly to about two meters in front of everyone, slowly raised his thick arms, and held the giant sword at his waist.

I was amazed by the size of the giant sword.

It is the same length as an ordinary two-handed sword, but four times as wide, and the blade is extremely thick. Not only can it hurt people with its blade, but it can also kill opponents with its weight.

It can be said to be a complete killer.

Not only that, it is also a rare and powerful killing weapon.

The reason why it is so rare is that few goblins can forge weapons of this level. Those who forge weapons of this level are usually those strong dwarves.

Dwarves are extremely demanding about weapons. If anything does not meet their liking, they will immediately destroy and recast them.

Because of this, the materials they need to forge a weapon are more than double that of craftsmen of other races.

The quality is absolute, but the high price is prohibitive.

After making a weapon, but no one buys it, this is the greatest tragedy for any craftsman.

Because of this, in order to ensure income, dwarf craftsmen rarely forge greatswords of this level unless specifically requested and a huge deposit paid.

Look at this giant sword again. The sharp blade and exquisite carvings all prove that it was made by a famous person, or more likely by a master.

By analogy, I can be sure that this adventurer with extremely strong arms must be very rich.

With the giant sword in hand, he raised his head slightly and took a deep breath. Then, reddish light came out from the pores, wrapped his arms, and covered the blade of the giant sword.

With a low shout, he who was originally silent and indifferent seemed to turn into an angry lion in an instant!

His eyes were red, and his dark green hair was windless. At the same time, the looming madness from before suddenly became stronger.

Yes, this person, like me, will be excited and crazy about fighting!

Unconsciously, my body trembled slightly, and a force, like a clear stream, slowly spread from the center of my chest and soon spread throughout my entire body.

what happened?

I was surprised and puzzled: Could it be that the appearance of someone with a similar personality ignited the fierce fighting spirit in my body, thereby stimulating my fighting potential?