Chapter 985 Boring Match Point

As the battle lasted longer, the priest's treatment began to become stretched.

Those soldiers who were less injured were left alone, and instead they used their strength to nurse those who were seriously injured.

I saw this and felt very helpless in my heart. I said to Renn on the side: "How long do you think this kind of attitude of focusing on the east and not on the west can last?"

Ren thought for a while and said: "At most, if we fight for ten minutes, this battle will be over."

I asked him again: "Which team do you think will win?"

Renn shook his head: "I don't know. I think their fighting styles are very similar and their strengths are very close. It's possible for one to lose and the other to win."

I smiled: "Your way of answering belongs to Hexini."

Renn turned around and asked me: "Then which team do you think will win?"

Shrugging, I said, "I don't know either."

Wren:.

The subsequent battle can be described as fatigue.

The priest's milk was weak, and the warrior's fight was also weak. When the priest no longer had the extra magic to heal quickly, the warrior's injuries began to gradually increase.

The frontline battle between the two sides remained stalemate for a few more minutes and then ended.

Following closely behind were the rear troops from both sides.

The archer shoots arrows at the opponent, and the mage throws magic missiles at the opponent.

The arrows are all ordinary arrows, without any added magical properties. Even if they hit the elf warrior adventurers who collapsed on the ground, they will not cause any substantial damage to them. Of course, skin abrasions will still occur. It may happen.

Magic missiles come in different colors and have various attributes. However, there is one difference between magic missiles and arrows. That is, when two magic missiles collide, they will explode. After the explosion, the magic missiles will dissipate into the air. Among them, unlike arrows, which will fall to the ground after collision and may hurt people, magic missiles are as harmless as air after the magic power dissipates.

Looking at the magic missiles flying and being thrown around the field, as well as the arrows being shot and reflected, I felt that this scene was simply more exciting than the war special effects in many costumed and domestic blockbusters.

However, this war of attrition came to an end not long after, for the simple reason that the archer ran out of arrows.

Generally speaking, an archer without arrows is no different from a salted fish. Of course, this is only for humans, dwarves, and some weak orcs. For elves, those with arrows Elves are archers, and elves without arrows are weaker warriors.

I saw the elven archers put their bows aside, took out the short daggers from their waists, and rushed towards the opposite side. The weapons met in close combat with a ping-pong sound, which was equally exciting.

While the elf shooters were fighting hand to hand, magic missiles kept flying past them, attacking the elf magicians on the opposite side. Some elf shooters did not pay attention during the battle, or were unable to dodge, and were hit by the oncoming attacks. When a magic missile hits, they often lie down immediately, not because the magic missile is so powerful, but because their opponent will use a dagger to scratch their outer clothing, or leave a shallow mark on the fatal part of the body. Scars mean that you have died, and those elves who have been left with shallow scars in fatal locations will choose to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, indicating that they have died.

Just like that, in just a few minutes, all the elf shooters lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, leaving only two teams of magicians still holding on.

When the battle reaches this level, it can basically be regarded as a match point, but this kind of match point is far more boring than other match points.

The most boring match point is that both parties are priests, fighting hand to hand while competing for recovery. The second best thing is this kind of battle between magicians.

It’s not that battles between magicians are boring. If the two sides compete with their true strength, release all kinds of colorful and powerful magic, and push the battle scenes to climax again and again, such a battle between magicians The battle is exciting.

At the moment, both teams of magicians are unwilling to use their true strength. They are just throwing magic missiles back and forth. They are still the most common type of magic missiles. At best, they add a little magic of other elemental types to them to turn them into magic missiles. Ordinary magic missiles of different elements.

With the power of these magic missiles, even if they hit my naked body, they may not cause much pain.

I sighed. I was so bored. I was so angry. I wanted to just get up and leave, or yell: Are you fighting a war or throwing paper balls?

Renn on the side couldn't sit still. He sighed and whispered: "This is not a competition at all, but a friendly battle, no, a friendly practice battle."

I held my chin and curled my lips: "It's not just a friendly practice game. Do you think they have the spirit of fighting? This is a friendship practice game. It's about playing, not fighting."

"I agree with this," Ren said: "Fortunately, my disciples are not like them, otherwise, I will definitely clean up the family."

After listening to his words, I pondered for a while and said: "It's different, that's different. I asked Lilea to send your disciples from Airui City. They are all elf orphans who have lost their parents since they were young. Influenced by the atmosphere of Airey City, they did not have much sympathy for their compatriots. At the same time, Lillea's organization must have used harsh and cruel methods when training these children. I remember the first time I saw those children. At that time, there was only darkness in their eyes, without light or hope.”

"That's why I am confident that my disciples can defeat the assassins in your fiancée's organization," Renn said seriously.

"Oh?" I became interested: "Why do you say that?"

"Because of hope and light," Ren said: "Even for an assassin, these two things are equally indispensable."

I looked into his eyes, his eyes were very serious, and I couldn't help but ask him: "Why?"

Ren said slowly: "Hope gives people motivation, and light allows people to see the darkness more clearly."

I repeated Ren's words several times, then smiled and said, "It seems that you understand many things that I don't understand."

"Everyone has strengths. My strength is being an assassin. Your strength is the ability to lead me," Ren said.

"Oh, it's ridiculous, it's ridiculous. Regarding leadership skills, I'm still working hard to learn and improve, and strive to become more leadership-oriented in the future."

"Haha" Renn laughed: "You are indeed the master I recognize. Your shamelessness and shamelessness are simply the best."

I grinned and didn't argue. I looked at the arena. Only the last two magicians were still standing and facing each other. I frowned in boredom. I turned my head calmly and asked Ren: "Watch us." Are the people still there?”