Infinite Heroes Seat

In the morning two days later, a group of people gathered around the small square in the town of Istar, looking at the seven young girls in different dresses. Some of them were tall and naked, and some were pale and white. Some of them wear animal skins and wear the heads of wild beasts on their heads. The headed one is nearly two meters tall. Although not as tall as the nearly three-meter giant next to him, he is also better than the others. The person was a lot taller. At this time, he was wearing armor with a scepter in his hand, and his short light golden hair with golden and silver eyes made him look extraordinarily handsome.

　　 The mayor was standing in front of them at this time.

　　 "I don't want to say any more than that. I think you know what you are carrying. I only have one thing to say now."

　　 "Get me Diablo back to his **** home!" The old man roared loudly, "Death must be done for me!"

　　 "Yes!" the seven people responded loudly.

　　 "Very good," the old man nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at the leader of the young man, "Modi Seattle, you are a Paladin in this team, this time you will be the team—"

　　 "Wait a minute!" The old man's words were interrupted, and the two stood up.

Bruce, the representative of the barbarians, and Jacob, the representative of the druids, the former pointed directly at Mo Wen and shouted, "Seattle, if you have a kind, you will fight Lao Tzu here. If you win, Lao Tzu will listen to you from now on. , Don’t even want to command me if you lose."

　　 "That's right, the captain shouldn't just be based on the occupation, the key is also the strength." Jacob also said.

Among the remaining few people, the assassin Motaya still had that face cold and looked indifferent, while the witch Anna looked at a calm and thoughtless face, Necromancer Di Si was a little eager to try, but then he sighed. Although there is no mutual restraint among the seven classes, necromancers generally suffer when encountering Paladins, especially now that he has neither corpses nor skeletons in his hands. , If you go up, it's just a fool. As for Lilian, she raised her longbow without saying a word and aimed it at Bruce.

Mo Wen grabbed her, and then looked at Jacob and Bruce, "Ok, no problem, I can give you two a chance to challenge me. If I lose, I will give up the position of captain. But if you lose, you must be honest."

　　 Mo Wen glanced at the remaining few people again, and paused on Diss, "The same goes for you, but you only have one chance. If you lose, be obedient to me!"

The old town mayor's brows frowned. Then seeing Mo Wen dealt with it this way, he nodded in satisfaction and quietly asked Xi Sai who was standing behind him, " Hisai, how are Seattle's strengths? Can they beat Bruce?"

　　 Xisai's expression was very strange, and only after a long while he said to the old mayor: "Don't worry, Modi will not lose."

　　 But the barbarian patriarch on the other side hummed, "I have personally taught Bruce in the past few years. He has hone himself desperately in order to defeat Modi. I don't believe he will lose!"

Then he whispered in a low voice, "That **** kid, traitor! Now it depends on what he will do, let the great barbarian inheritance...There will always be a day when he regrets it!" Obviously, Mo Wen was transferred to the sage. The Cavaliers were still brooding.

　　 The old mayor and Xi Sai looked at each other, and then had to laugh bitterly.

　　 And on the other side, I don’t know that they have already played against each other.

　　 Mo Wen picked up the unopened training sword handed over by someone else, and hooked his fingers at Bruce and Jacob, "You two go together!"

　　 "Seattle, are you humiliating me!"

　　 "No need!"

　　 Two shouts broke out at the same time, and then just heard a wolf howl. Jacob took the lead to become an upright white giant wolf and rushed forward.

　　His speed was very fast. He approached Mo Wen as he flicked left and right, and his two gleaming paws struck Mo Wen's chest.

With a bang, Mo Wen easily blocked the move with the shield in his hand, and then lifted it hard, and the giant wolf was pushed back a few steps.

　　 "A druid still wants to play close combat with me, there is a limit to look down on people!"

Jacob’s face is not very good-looking. Although the Paladin is a profession that prefers melee combat, the melee ability of the druid is not weak after his transformation. He is two years older than Mo Wen, but under one blow, he But it is far inferior to each other.

Jacob pushed back a step, and then waved his hand, three luminous giant wolves appeared next to him, and then sometime later, another vine appeared on the ground, and finally appeared. It's a crow.

　　 Druid’s summoning skills.

　　 Mo Wen looked at these animals in front of me, it was a joy, really like a circus. "Are you all ready?"

　　 Jacob waved his hand, and the animals immediately rushed towards Mo Wen.

　　 But Mo Wen was faster, and after only a soft drink, the figure disappeared in place, rushing over like a gust of wind.

　　 The third-order skills of the Paladin charge.

　　 With super high speed, Mo Wen could not dodge the crow's head in the future with a single sword, and blood splashed all over.

　　 The three giant wolves rushed towards Mo Wen, but only a cold light flashed. The three giant wolves were struck at the same time, and they were smashed on the body by Mo Wen's training sword.

　　 With a whimper, the three giant wolves were smashed out like cannonballs, crawling on the ground and couldn't stand up anymore.

　　 "Enthusiasm!" His summoned beast was half resolved in the blink of an eye. Jacob's pupils shrank, and then he ordered the vines to wrap around, and he took a step back and released his transformation.

　　 The blunt sword in Mo Wen's hand was a bit disadvantaged against the vine. He smashed the opponent a few times. Although he made a lot of juice, the vine seemed to be able to hold on for a while, even preparing to turn around and bite towards Mo Wen.

'Humph! With a cold snort, a wave of blood rushed from Mo Wen's body to his sword, and the blunt sword seemed to sharpen under the **** package.

　　 With a wave of the **** sword, Jacob's vine was cut into two pieces.

sacrifice! The first-order combat skills of the Paladin.

　　 A roaring giant bear appeared at Jacob's position just now, and his body twisted and twisted at Mo Wen.

Looking at the awkward giant bear, Mo Wen just smiled. With a blink of his body, he avoided the giant bear’s two giant claws, and then a shield was knocked on the giant bear’s head, followed by the second blow and the first blow. Three hits.

　　 The giant bear was hit again and again, and finally he was knocked out abruptly, and fell to the ground and changed back to Jacob's appearance.

　　 "Wonderful!" A light flashed in the eyes of the old mayor, "Charge! Enthusiasm! You can master these Tier 3 combat skills so proficiently at the age of 16, Xisai, you really have a good apprentice!"

"What a good thing!" Before Xisai could reply, the barbarian elder on the side interrupted, "It's not that the druid is too useless. Was photographed and passed out."

　　 Elder Druid's face turned green, but then he sighed again. Although Jacob can be considered a genius at ordinary times, he was really not enough at this time.

　　 Xisai glanced at the barbarian, "More adults praise, but this is not the full strength of this kid, our paladin is not a barbarian who can only rely on the body to eat!"

　　 "What did you say!" The old patriarch jumped up, and was about to start with Xi Sai.

　　 While the old mayor on the other side was thoughtful, what else does the Paladin have besides melee skills? Of course it is aura. Whether it is attacking aura or defensive aura, it is enough to increase the strength of the paladin by one level. He originally thought that Mo Wen could master martial arts so proficiently, he must not be very good at aura, but it seems that he may be able to. Looking forward to it.

　　In the field, Bruce walked out. He didn't even look at Jacob who fell on the ground, but stared at Mo Wen.

　　 Holding two training two-handed swords in his hands, he raised his head and shouted.

　　 "Come on! Seattle, I want you to see how powerful the barbarians are!" With his roar, an invisible force seemed to gather on him, and his skin seemed to harden.

　　 yelling: warns of imminent danger and enhances defense

　　 Then Bruce jumped up abruptly and came towards Mo Wen.

Mo Wen took a step back slightly ~www.novelmt.com~ escaped Bruce's blow. Although he did not master the jump attack skill, Bruce's blow was no different from the usual one, but Mo He didn't want to get a note.

　　 Two two-handed swords kept slashing and slashing. The barbarian's two-handed swings made Bruce play to the fullest, almost constantly smashing on the shield of Unwen, making him back all the way.

　　Dangdang, like the sound of iron strikes in the square, everyone was suppressed by Bruce's fierceness for a while.

　　 Those two huge swords that need to be held by ordinary people's hands were actually smashed by Bruce at each other like a straw.

　　 "Haha!" The barbarian patriarch just smiled triumphantly, he glanced at Hesai, "It is still our barbarians who have the best martial arts, I said that one day that kid will regret it."

　　 Xisai did not refute, but gave him a pitying look.

　　 "Seattle, I said that one day you will pay the price, you will lose it!" Bruce's sword was raised high, and then slammed at Mo Wen.

　　 An invisible wave came from Mo Wen's shield, Mo Wen only felt dizzy, and a nauseous feeling poured from his stomach.

　　 "Stun!" Mowen reacted all of a sudden, and immediately stepped back.

　　 It's a pity that he was a step slower, and Bruce's shield was knocked off suddenly.

　　 Looking at Mo Wen who lost his shield, Bruce's eyes flashed with excitement, and with one stroke of the weapon in his hand, he once again killed Mo Wen.

　　 "Seattle, take my trick!"