Chapter 19 Awakening Bloodline

Magic soldier!

Wang Yao looked at Maomao with an uncertain mood. At this moment, with her as the center, the air had begun to distort under the scorching heat.

All players of Honor of Kings should know that, usually, behind the melee soldiers there will be a magic soldier responsible for long-range attacks. They will not fight the enemy with swords and shields, but wave their canes and, under the cover of their teammates, attack the enemy like snipers!
Wang Yao knew that Maomao was a magic soldier, but he had never seen Maomao use magic. When he saw it today, it was just like a movie special effects, the scene was very magical.

Then there was a delicate shout, and Maomao suddenly swung his right hand. The fireball in his hand drew a perfect arc in the air. The high temperature and the air created friction, making a creepy whistling sound, and then the fireball accurately hit the center of the chest of a black soldier.

With a crack, sparks flew, and a burning smell instantly rose in the air. The black soldier groaned and fell on his back. The armor on his chest was red, like a branding iron just taken out of the furnace. The scorching temperature of the fireball instantly burned through the enemy's heart under the armor and cooked it!
Kill with one move!
Wang Yao stared in amazement at Maomao who was trying to condense a fireball again. The damage was almost comparable to that of a bullet fired from a pistol!

If Su An and Erda's overall strength is the highest in the team, then Maomao should be ranked first in terms of the total proportion of output damage alone.

There is no conflict between the two. To make a vivid analogy, Suan and Erda are equivalent to highly skilled tanks and supports, while Maomao is a fragile ADC mage. The two complement each other. In this case, it is difficult to say who is stronger among them. We can only say who is more outstanding in a certain field!

At this time, the battle situation had gradually stabilized from the initial surprise. Wang Yao, who had calmed down again, roughly saw the number of black soldiers. There were a total of 16 black soldiers lying in ambush. From the beginning of the battle to now, 4 had fallen, leaving 12. Although there were a large number of people, they were slowly showing signs of defeat under the restraint of their teammates.

Erda, holding a shield and a long sword, fought fiercely with three black soldiers. The three black soldiers had no ability to kill him. Shi Liang and Xiao Ye faced six black soldiers. The number was much different, but they relied on their agility and tacit cooperation, like skilled assassins, rushing left and right in the crowd. Although they could not kill any enemy, they successfully restrained their advance.

The most abnormal one was the captain Su An. Relying on his strong physique and rich fighting experience, he took on three black soldiers alone. Often, when he swung the long sword in his hand, there would be a clanging sound, and the black soldiers who collided with him would stagger back and almost fall, and he actually won the battle with ease.

And what about Maomao? She was like the wizards in fantasy movies, safely releasing deadly magic in the barrier formed by the warriors. Every fireball she threw was extremely accurate, and every time she made a move, an enemy would fall down in the sea of ​​fire with a scream.

Shi Liang and Ono worked together to contain the main force, while Erda and Su An slowly nibbled away at the outer part, and Maomao was responsible for attacking the reinforcements. They had no communication at all, as if they had agreed in advance, everyone did their own job. This kind of terrible tacit understanding requires years of running-in and complete trust in each other to achieve!
Wang Yao didn't know what the standard of elite troops was, but he was sure that the 49th Squad must be considered elite in the th Battalion. Even if he was not there today, the team would be able to kill this enemy force with their tacit cooperation.

There was another bang, and a black soldier was lured by Shi Liang's fake move, revealing a flaw, and was hit by Maomao's fireball and fell to the ground.

"Go kill that magic soldier!" A captain-level black soldier shouted, as if he had realized that the real backbone of Team 17 lies in Maomao.

As soon as he finished speaking, a black soldier took advantage of the gap and jumped out of Ishira Ono's restraint circle. He was a tall middle-aged man with a ferocious face. He raised his sword and rushed over with a roar.

Looking at the black soldiers rushing towards him, Wang Yao didn't even have time to be afraid. He quickly held up his shield to block in front of Maomao. His real mission was to protect Maomao so that he could output throughout the whole process.

Bang!
Amid the loud sound of metal clashing, the black soldier slashed at Wang Yao's shield with his sword, creating a spark. Wang Yao felt as if his shield was hit by a huge rock falling from a high altitude. His palms felt numb and the shield flew out of his hand.

Wang Yao staggered back a few steps, holding his numb left hand, and looked at the middle-aged black soldier in shock. What the hell! He actually chopped off his shield with one blow, isn't that too much strength? !

"Hehe, you greenhorn!" The middle-aged black soldier showed a bloodthirsty sneer at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were full of disdain, as if he had Wang Yao in his grasp. Then he rushed up with a sword in his hand again like a wild bull seeing a red cloth!

"You are a bunch of stinky rats (Shu), let me send you to hell!"

Feeling the power of the middle-aged black soldier's thick legs stepping on the ground, the murderous aura rushed towards him like a substance, but Wang Yao was angry! Since he came to this world, he has faced nothing but contempt and disdain from others. A rabbit will bite when it is angry, and a clay man will still have three points of anger! Who are you looking down on? ! Don't you know that the extras who mock the protagonist usually don't have a good end! ! "Ah!!" With a sudden roar, Wang Yao, who was aroused by blood, grabbed the black sword with his backhand and chopped it head-on.

With a clang, the swords collided, sparks flew everywhere, and the second time the two fought, the one who fell into disadvantage was the middle-aged black soldier who was originally very rampant!
“What?!” The middle-aged black soldier took several steps back, looking in astonishment at Wang Yao who suddenly seemed like a different person.

Holding the black sword tightly in his hand, Wang Yao gasped for air, but he felt that the anger in his heart not only did not subside because of this sword, but it became even more intense as if a bucket of kerosene was poured on it! As if the mysterious memory in his genes had awakened, he chased after him like thunder under the drive of instinct. All the panic, anger and anxiety in the past few days were put into the black sword.

One sword, one sword, one sword!
Wang Yao had not learned any sword skills. He just relied on an inexplicable subtle feeling to continuously dance with the black sword in his hand, venting all the anger and fear that had been suppressed for a long time on the middle-aged black soldier, beating him back step by step.

Slowly, Wang Yao's vision turned blood red, but he was unaware of it. He just stared at the enemy in front of him and tried his best to hit the enemy with the black sword in his hand!

On the other side, the middle-aged black soldier was complaining even more.

What's wrong with this kid?! He originally thought that he was just a new recruit, weak and frail, but he didn't expect that he was much stronger than him, a veteran who had fought for several years, and he became more and more courageous as he fought! With each strike of the sword, the middle-aged black soldier felt his palms getting numb, and gradually, he even had a tendency to lose his grip on the hilt of the sword.

Can't hold it!

Finally, with a ding, the middle-aged black soldier's sword was chopped off by Wang Yao at an angle. Then, before he could react at all, he felt a chill on his neck. The blade of the black sword had cut off his throat and the carotid artery in his neck.

Just like the rustling sound of wind blowing through a wheat field, hot blood spurted out from the cut neck of the middle-aged black soldier, splashing all over Wang Yao, who was as cold as frost in front of him.

"Ugh." The middle-aged black soldier subconsciously covered his neck and fell to the ground. He kept gasping for air, as if he could never get enough oxygen. His stomach was heaving and blood with foam kept pouring out of the corners of his mouth. Wang Yao just watched coldly from the side.

Slowly, he opened his colorless eyes and stopped breathing.
Crisp applause suddenly rang out. Wang Yao looked over with cold eyes, only to find that it was Xiao Ye who was sitting on a stone by the roadside who was clapping.

He didn't know when, but all the black soldiers who attacked them were killed. He also didn't know when, but his teammates were sitting in the distance, watching him like they were watching a show.

"Well done!" Maomao said with a smile.

Shi Liang couldn't help but whistle, and said to Erda beside him: "Don't be fooled by the fact that this guy looks like a woman, I didn't expect that he would be quite scary when he gets crazy."

“Huh?!” Wang Yao was like a person who had just woken up from a nightmare. He stared blankly at the messy battlefield, the land stained with blood, the dozen still warm corpses, the bloodstained weapons scattered everywhere. In the air, the strong smell of burnt food mixed with the pungent smell of blood rushed into his nostrils, making him want to vomit.

With a "wow" sound, Wang Yao dropped the black sword in his hand, knelt on the ground, and vomited uncontrollably.

He glanced at the middle-aged black soldier lying beside him from the corner of his eye. Looking at his pupils that had lost their color, Wang Yao felt a piercing chill rising from his waist and tailbone.

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