Chapter 1727: Crazy taste

There are tens of thousands of shooters in the Hefeng Continent, half of which are the elves.
This is not bragging.
By virtue of their talent advantages, almost everyone of the elven adventurers is a shooter.
The elves that originally had so many archers should be very popular with goblin craftsmen.
However, the reality is that there are not many goblin artisans in Moonlight City, and even fewer goblin artisans build guns in Moonlight City.
The reason is simple. Although the elves are good at shooting, they are keen on bows and arrows, not guns.
This is why my eyes shine when I see the elf holding the revolver.
The elf archer holding the revolver, took a brisk step, came to the blindfolded elf and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
The latter groaned slightly, stepped back, gave up his position, and let him play.
The archer squeezed the brim of his hat, nodded slightly, the corners of his lips also curled up at the same time, and returned his eye-catching smile.
Then he put his left hand into the robe, took out another revolver from the back waist position, buckled it on the index finger and turned it twice, the muzzle rushed up, and the thin lips breathed out slightly above the muzzle, posing a chic enough to have no friends Styling.
At this time, the army of vines was still three meters away from him, and it only took two breaths to rush to the handsome gunman and tie him into a hot dog.
It was too late, it was fast, the shooter stretched his arms forward, and a pair of muzzles were aimed at the swept vines at the same time, and the power of fading suddenly bloomed, covering the whole body.
In an instant, he turned into a handsome and luminous elf shooter, his eye-catching ability increased by 200%.
As the trigger was pulled down, bullets attached to the magic and wrapped in the power of fading, whizzed towards the army of vines.
At the moment of contact with the vines, the bullets burst, bursting with white light, and after the white light, there were small-scale magic releases such as heat waves burning and frost freezing.
After the output, the menacing vines were temporarily blocked in place, and the bullets in the shooter's revolver just happened to be all gone.
He saw that his hands were slightly wrong, and he put the revolver away from his waist, then leaned forward, took out the other two revolvers from the position of the pants, stretched his arms, and continued to fire.
The output was as fierce as a tiger, and dozens of vines were crippled by him.
Even so, the tree man is still worthy, roaring, more than a hundred vines on his body, like a scourge, rushing over.
This time, it did its best, vowing to fight to the death with these guys who repeatedly prevented it from eating!
Hundreds of vines are not a small number.
Blindfolded elves can have more than a dozen vines at a time. The instant output power of wizard elves is not as good as that of blindfolded elves. The archer elves sadly ran out of bullets.
He reloads quickly, but no matter how fast he can move as fast as the vines.
As I watched, the flood-like vines were about to press closer, and I couldn’t help but feel sad from it. If there was even a trace of power remaining, I could rush forward and fight these vines to death and death. At least, I could block it. First gear, give them time to rescue me, so that it can minimize the loss.
However...I lifted my still weak arm and let out a weak sigh.
"Hey, brat" Data said: "Do you really think they have no chance to comeback? Don't underestimate these guys! Since they can spawn monsters at this level, they must have the ability to protect themselves."
Odachi's words gave me hope. I opened my eyes and stared at the people in front of me, looking forward to the miracle.
Will a miracle come?
Maybe will.
But in fact, they don't need miracles at all, and they can also survive the immediate difficulties.
Because - whether they have any companions to shoot, it's just that I didn't know before.
A steady elf walked up to a few people.
His appearance is as handsome as the other partners, the difference is that his figure is stronger than the other partners.
The strong ones are even exaggerated.
Each arm is almost as thick as my thigh, and the muscles on it are high and bulging like a trembling hill.
And he is not just pure and strong, with bare arms, but also a slight red mist, like blood, not as vivid as blood.
Is that... another power of fading?
Frowning slightly, I stared, thinking.
This adventurer is completely different from the previous shooter.
Sagittarius loves performance, loves to be handsome, coupled with his superb looks and free and easy temperament, more eye-catching.
This later adventurer was like the eve of 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 a place about two meters in front of everyone, his sturdy arm slowly raised, holding the giant sword pinned to his waist.
The size of the great sword amazes me.
It is the same length as a general two-handed sword, but it is four times as wide as theirs, and the blade is extremely thick. It can not only hurt people with the blade, but also put the opponent to death with weight.
It can be described as a complete killer.
Not only that, it is also a rare killer.
The reason why it is rare is that few goblins can build weapons of this level, and those who build weapons of this level are often those who are strong and strong.
The dwarves have unusually demanding things like weapons, and if anything does not meet their meaning, they will be destroyed and recast immediately.
Because of this, the materials they need to forge a weapon will be more than double that of craftsmen of other races.
The quality is absolute, but the high price makes people prohibitive.
The weapon was built, but no one bought it. This is the greatest sadness of any craftsman.
Because of this, in order to guarantee income, dwarf craftsmen rarely forge giant swords of this level, unless specifically requested and pay a huge deposit.
Look at this giant sword, the sharp blade, the exquisite carvings, all prove that it is the hand of a celebrity, more likely it is the hand of a master.
By analogy, I can be sure that this adventurer with extremely strong arms must be very rich.
With the giant sword in his hand, he raised his head slightly and took a deep breath. Then, a reddish light came out from the pores, wrapped his arms and covered the blade of the giant sword.
With a low drink, he, who was originally silent and indifferent, seemed to instantly transform into an angry lion!
His eyes are red, his dark green hair is windless, and at the same time, the looming crazy smell suddenly becomes strong.
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 quickly spread throughout my body.
what happened?
I was puzzled: Could it be that people with similar personalities appeared and ignited the fierce fighting spirit in my body, thus stimulating my fighting potential?
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