Chapter 89: Rubbish

"The trough!"
"Nima...so shameless?"
"Speed ​​kill mobs! Don't let the boss blood!"
I was yelling at the milk ride, but without him, everyone has turned around and attacked the little tree.
However, the 15th-level elite blame of more than 1,000 blood is not so easy to kill in a short period of time. Several people can only watch the fire tree magic tentacles constantly returning to the blood.
"Scratch!"
"There are not enough output by us! Boss is back to 20%!"
The soul of the sword screamed, he was originally a shield war, attacking and chopping on the small tree people with tickling.
"We are here! Hold on!"
However, at this time, there were messy footsteps outside the cave, and then they were rushing in with more than a dozen people.
"It’s just right! Attack the little tree!"
The soul of the sword is overjoyed and hurriedly shouted.
When a group of people saw it, there was no pause, and the output began immediately. The buffs of various buffs and skills were extremely bright.
Under the crowd of people, the output has improved several times in an instant, mainly because the small tree people do not have the kind of defense of the boss, and they can't hold the damage of a group of elite players, and they are quickly destroyed.
"Boss only has 25% of the blood! Hit the boss!"
However, during this time, the fire tree magic tentacles also recovered a full 15% of the blood, but fortunately the skills are used up, the rest is just a live target, under the concentrated output of all, blood volume See you soon.
"It's going to die! Plus!"
Finally, with the emptying of the blood, the huge body of the fire tree magical tentacles instantly smashed down, like a leaking eggplant, soft on the ground, accompanied by another gorgeous explosion.
It is still the old virtual responsible for the equipment, because he has no equipment needs, and will not participate in the trophy, so he is assured to let him.
"5 gold coins, 1 gold equipment, 2 silver, and 3 rare."
Sure enough, the fire tree magic tentacles also burst out of gold equipment, when you saw the old staff in the hands of the golden light, everyone is bright.
Root of fire tree
Quality: Gold
Equipment type: two-handed staff
Equipment level: 15
Equipment needs: intelligence is not less than 75
Attributes:
Magic attack power 20
Magic critical strike rate 5%
Strength 17
Agile 17
Physique 17
Spirit 23
Intelligence 23
Special:
Tinder: Releases the fire mark for a single target for 10 seconds. During the duration, the target loses 1% of the amount of blood per second. After the duration, the fire mark will explode, causing additional damage equal to all damage for the target duration.
"Hey! A strong weapon!"
Many people are wide-eyed. Although this golden staff has only one skill, the degree of power is absolutely worthy of gold quality!
10% of the maximum health damage of the unit, plus the additional damage that can be accumulated, is definitely an artifact to kill the boss!
Especially the fire of immortality, he was originally the fire method of the fire-off property, and he was drooling.
"Gold coins are equally divided. The gold equipment is a wand weapon. It is spelled by the mage and the pastor. Is there any opinion?" Lao Xu asked.
"The main force for killing bosses is a few of us. Can other people divide them?"
I was a woman with a milky face, and said coldly, suddenly, a group of people who were still staring at the golden staff could not change their eyes and changed slightly.
Who is not the elite player of the major trade unions here, listen to what this tone is, what is it as soy sauce?
"You have the ability to single-handed bosses, we definitely don't touch you with a copper coin." The sword of the dynasty first came back.
"That is, who has not contributed? Even if you contribute a little, what equipment will be yours? We are working for you?"
Another mage player also said that he seems to be the vice president of a large trade union, not afraid that I am the name of the milk ride.
I was the face of the milk ride, but the old man was also in a timely manner.
"Milk rides the gods, the point is originally the default rule of playing the copy, is also the most fair way, no matter which professional equipment, or who is assigned, is to look at luck, just like this time is the staff The Nightingale and the Seventeen Gods can't participate in the fight. If it is about contribution, isn't it unfair to them?"
It may be true that the old words are not unreasonable, or they are on the face of the old virtual. I am crying and no longer say anything.
"Since there is no opinion, then the Master profession and the pastor profession will start to fight, who will come first?" asked the old imaginary circle.
"I will come first!"
Xiao Feng was the first to come out, holding a scorpion and swearing two sentences, then threw it out.
98!
The blind man rolled wildly and then stopped on a huge number. Xiao Feng fixed his eyes and suddenly laughed.
Others saw Xiao Feng throwing such a big number, especially those who had been in the same team with Xiao Feng before, and his face was black.
"I come!"
The first fire is not convinced, biting his teeth and throwing the scorpion, but blinking is spiked.
twenty three!
"Garbage!" Xiao Feng embraced his chest with his arms, so he could repeat the previous scene.
"I am coming too!"
The soul of the soul purple is not reconciled to stand up, throw it hard, and then the seductive face is immediately iron.
9!
"Oh, rubbish." Xiao Feng eyelids did not lift.
I am a milk rider who walks out silently and throws it out. He is a paladin. The only weapon that can be used is a one-handed blunt instrument and a one-handed staff. Although the two-handed staff can also bring it, it is not suitable for him, but other people also Did not say anything.
Unfortunately, his luck is not good, the scorpion stops, the number above is only 27 points.
"Rubbish."
Xiao Feng still did not lift the eyelids, and I was the foot of the milk ride and paused. I turned my head and looked at Xiao Feng, then turned and left.
"Come to me!"
"Rubbish!"
......
"Rubbish!"
......
There weren't a few people in the Master's profession and the pastor's profession. Soon it was round. It was still thrown away by everyone except the midsummer roses, and all of them were ridiculed.
"It seems that this golden staff is also a milk god."
The old virtual is also somewhat helpless. Xiao Feng throws 99 points and throws 98 points at a time. This kind of character makes others play, and has to hand the root of the fire tree to Xiao Feng.
"Wait, I haven't thrown yet."
And the old imaginary thought that it would waive the summer rose, but suddenly it sounded, the white gauze cover can not cover her graceful posture and refined temperament.
Lao Xu has already handed the roots of the fire tree to Xiao Feng. It is also a bit embarrassing to hear the words, but it still indicates that the summer rose is thrown.
Xiao Feng did not put the midsummer roses in his eyes, and he still did not lift his eyelids.
"La..."
But Xiao Feng just opened his mouth, the second word was stuck in his throat, his eyes widened, watching the numbers thrown by the summer rose.
99 points!
The whole scene was silent, and the beauty of the summer rose did not change. With the fascinating scent of the wind, the money went to the front of Xiao Feng, and the white hand was stretched out against Xiao Feng, while the mouth under the white gauze Instead of Xiao Feng gently spit out two words.
"Rubbish."
The sound is cold and elegant, yet pleasant, as if it is empty, it seems to have some awkward taste.
"Hey..."
I don't know who made a strange noise, but I didn't dare to speak out.
Not only him, everyone is looking sullen, the body is shaking slightly, as if to endure something.
And Xiao Feng's face is already black like the bottom of the pot, and the quiet eyes of the sly and the midsummer look at each other, and then reluctantly put the roots of the fire tree in the hands of the summer rose.
The midsummer rose that took over the roots of the fire tree retreats, and the wind is light and cloudy, and most of the people present are strange.
Most of these people are from the major trade unions. Naturally, they know that the summer and the end of the alliance will be released. As soon as Xiao Feng joined the team, they knew that there must be a grudge between Xiao Feng and the summer rose, so I saw this. The situation is smirking.
"Mistress, I am sorry, we did not invite the midsummer, but the night gods want to bring people, we have no way."
The sword of the soul is secretly sent a private chat message to Xiao Feng. He said carefully that he and Xiao Feng are a novice village, and naturally know the grievances of Xiao Feng and the midsummer trade union.
"Nothing, I will clean up her sooner or later." Xiao Feng said with a gnashing of his teeth, let the soul of the sword chill.
The remaining silver equipment and rare equipment were also scored, and Xiao Feng did not participate. He did not see the equipment below the gold level.
"Let's go, there will be a final boss."
A group of people also continued to go deep into the copy, the scale of 20 people was huge, and a few waves of mobs on the way were quickly cleared, and then came to the door of the final boss.
The cave environment here has turned red, and the stone walls and the stones on the ground are all red, and the temperature is reached to the extent that it feels hot.
"It's so hot, here, we should have gone deep into the ground for a hundred meters?"
"If it's not that the game doesn't sweat, I'm definitely soaked."
"Roll, a big man said soaked, evil is not disgusting!"
"Let's go, don't forget that we are still grabbing the first pass."
"Reassured, I bet we are definitely faster than North America. It’s enough for the 2nd boss to drink a pot."
......
In the chat, several people also officially stepped into the final boss room.
"Be careful, it's magma. Don't fall off. It's not an environmental effect. It's definitely dead."
First appeared in the eyes of everyone is a red stone bridge, the scarlet rolling magma flowing under the bridge, seems to be explaining the red environment and such hot reasons to everyone.
The magma river flows directly into a circle, surrounded by a huge and flat round stone platform. The stone platform is still reddish, not only has a regular pattern on the flat surface, but the huge figure of the boss is on the stone. Above the stage, the stone bridge at the foot of a group of people is the only way to the stone platform.