Chapter 776： Messed up

Well, there are too many weird events we have seen today. The resistance of most evolutionaries can barely maintain the reserved silence and no longer exclaim and scream. By the way, pick up their chins from the feet and put them back. A set of actions Moving clouds and flowing water five bodies cast the ground.

The neon dragon shook his head and was about to get up,

"Puff~"

The warlock continued to "goat goats" hehe haha, he personally felt that bgm was quite sensational, and small streamers kept hitting the big white goat that had been completely stunned.

This is exactly what the warlock has boasted about, and it is said that it is a zero-level "trick" unique to the warlock profession-changing sheep.

Ordinary Sheep Transformation: There is a 100% chance of turning the opponent's unit into a kind and lawful pure white sheep. It will only bleat and have no resistance. It lasts for three seconds. It will be destroyed immediately after receiving an attack.

Critical Sheep Transformation: There is a 1% chance of turning the opponent's unit into a kind and lawful pure white sheep, which will only bleat, without the ability to resist, for three days.

All the above data are truly excerpted from the Warlock’s large population, and the warlock himself solemnly declares that the Sheep Transformation does not belong to the transformation system but the curse system. The transformed sheep are only females but not males, and the skill cooling time is "full" and "long" "As many as seconds".

Master Warlock's explanation of how to deal with the skill of changing sheep is like this:

"Run, run, run quickly, don't look back."

Of course, changing sheep has little effect on the average awakened person and alien beasts. At most, it will be too daunting for the gods to adapt, and it will change back immediately after being injured-but it is disgusting enough that it can't stand it!

I have been changed back and forth so many times, I am afraid that the three views and morals will be broken, and if it is a crit...

Fortunately, there is basically no such thing as self-esteem in such creatures as neon dragons, and there is no mental breakdown at all.

It just loses itself in the constant motion of going back and forth every three seconds in two states, and its brain is a little down:

(Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going? And why does this wall that is tall and short always hit me?!)

According to the definition of a warlock, the Sheep Transformation technique is not even a skill. It is just a "trick". Everyone will complete the mission by looking at Yile. There is no definition that has anything to do with damage and combat effectiveness.

However, it was this that made Lin Chou see the horror of Sheep Transformation. Since it is not a skill, then there is no way to talk about the word "defense"?

The warlock and the stubborn donkey had already suffered serious injuries when they were fighting each other, even to the point that they couldn’t afford even the little tricks he never cared about. Don’t look at the coquettish one now, wait for him. If the sheep is turned off, the big guy underneath can turn over the wall immediately!

The warlock holding the three yellows is as heavy as holding the heavenly Dao, and muttered in his mouth to pray to his Mantian God and Buddha,

"Archimedes, Euclid, Thales, Grothendieck, Mitchell, Boll... Lord Three Yellows are on the top, I can't hold on to this uncle with a crit, ah ah ah! "

Uh ...

Lin Chou was shocked, how do these names feel that they are not in **** or abyssal style at all...

Who cares about the evolutionary full of walls? The cheering is called a wave. I am sorry if this wave is stable or not.

They are not afraid of beast tides or battle deaths, but they are afraid of dying unclearly or meaninglessly-such as dying under a completely unreasonable skill like the neon dragon, they always feel that they are falling, and they are embarrassed to see the ancestors. What.

There were a few active people who were ready to jump down and let go of the big guy, so scared that Lin Chou threw it out and nailed it directly to the wall.

"..."

After Lin Chou explained the warlock's sheep-changing technique, and the warlock himself nodded and confessed, the big guy, you look at me and I look at you, and all rested.

The evolutionary who was nailed to the city wall by the pan took him off, put away the pan and returned to the wall by the way, scratching his head, sweating coldly.

If his knife were to be cut down, there would be a blank period of one and a half seconds that would be enough for the Neon Dragon to react and make the big guy solid.

Still the commander hiding behind the loudspeaker is thoughtful,

"The Jiang family's auxiliary team, huh? The warlock can't hold it anymore... pull it over..."

"Yes, yes, this is reliable, buff is brushed, and the blood is returned first..."

The warlock turned black,

"What am I..."

Well, the Holy Light Element is the Demon Element, but they thought it out!

Lin Chou had the eyesight to see. He picked up the nine buns and jumped onto the city wall and stuffed one into the warlock’s mouth.

"Don't delay your spellcasting, right?"

The warlock chewed on the buns,

"Emmmmm... Actually, this kind of trick doesn't need to read the article at all, I just think it's more interesting to shout!"

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"Is it useful?"

The warlock said,

"To be honest, it's not very useful... the effect of this thing on mental recovery... a drop in the bucket..."

"How long can it last?"

"I don't know... I guess it will be fine for a while... If there is no critical strike... I might be dying here today..."

God, if he dare to think, let this kind of guy hit a one-percent chance?

In short, Lin Chou had already begun to wonder if it was possible to stew a crock-pot chicken on the spot, just as Sanhuang also had raw materials.

The uncle Warlock is a soul player, and he guessed it when he looked at Lin Chou's expression.

"——Misty Grass, quickly give up your impolite and dangerous thoughts!"

Lin Chou:? ? ?

The warlock is anxious,

"you you you..."

At this time, Shan Ye, the best translator of the year, came out,

"Hey Linzi, Master Warlock meant that if the three yellows were stewed, then the question is coming-if you look at this city wall, who will be responsible for the sound?!"

Lin Chou pinched his chin,

"Um... your two chickens seem to be pure yellow. Although the color is a little tender, they are also pure yellow."

The best interpreter turned dingy and left, with a cold back, mmp, it's going to happen.

...

In the Shangcheng District, Liu Renjun stood on the wall of the Shangcheng District, which was almost his own, and looked to the west.

A large number of blood corpses climbed up the city wall like a tide, and the array spreading under the meteorite almost covered the entire upper city. The blood corpses and the masked men in black appeared in the array continuously, exuding disgusting rancid smell. The smell of smoke floated into the air, forming a gloomy cloud of corpse gas.

Four people dressed in robes covered with sterling silver patterns sat cross-legged around Liu Renjun, their eyes closed silently.

If the warlock is there, you can definitely see the violent mental fluctuations coming from four people from all directions. The four people are like spiders laid out in the web, sensing and controlling everything anytime, anywhere.

Suddenly, the four of them trembled.

"Sir, our gifts... one of them has lost the spiritual link."

Liu Renjun frowned slightly.

"Are you dead... Sure enough, they still have some confidence, but it doesn't matter, everything is already under our control."

"Hey..."

Liu Renjun was in the midst of distant thoughts and prospects, one could not help but bow his head without hearing clearly.

"Huh? What did you just say?"

The sight of Liu Renjun was completely stunned.

The four people below fell on the wall stumblingly, convulsing and shaking, salivating and staring in horror.

"BAA Baa baa..."

"Hey!!"

A glimmer of light that flashes from time to time every few seconds means that they are still awake, but it is too short to allow them to convey any useful information.

Liu Renjun's eyes solidified.

And the teleportation array below instantly collapsed with a huge gap, the fire was everywhere, everything in the array disappeared, and the teleportation was terminated.

Then, an out-of-control mental storm swept across the entire Shangcheng District, and a large number of blood corpses that had been laid out around the Shangcheng District and on the city wall according to Liu Renjun’s will immediately lost control. The people in black who came with them were the first to suffer from the seedlings, and they were unprepared. They were destroyed by the regiment almost instantly, and there were very few living.

Then, the regained blood corpse sniffed the human breath, rushing all the way, roaring and shaking the sky.

The massacre has already begun.

Liu Renjun spewed blood out, his eyes cracked.

"What... how could..."