The Death List Novel - Chapter 217

Chapter 217 Phase II

“Bang!” Purple armor piercing bullets shot in from the front like lightning. Blood splashed out from his back, leaving a pinky-sized bloody hole on Qing Ming’s shoulder.

Qing Ming endured the pain forcefully, and his left palm staggered Qin Lun. At the same time, he kicked himself out of the ring of battle.

The difference in body attributes could be seen here. After all, Qin Lun had only experienced three mission worlds. He had only strengthened a few times. His basic attributes were a distance away from Qing Ming’s. Whether it was strength or agility, the female elves were the dominant ones.

However, the dominance of physical attributes did not mean that melee combat was even stronger.

The Bow Dance Technique combined with the Wind Blade Technique was indeed a melee weapon. However, Qing Ming’s longbow was 1.7 meters long after all. In close combat, its frequency was not as fast as fighting spears, and it was so agile. After a long battle, it was inevitable that he would be overwhelmed by it. Finally, he was hit by Qin Lun and injured his shoulder.

“Spear Dou Technique!” Qing Ming covered his injured shoulder with a complicated gaze.

When she first entered the shattered starry sky, she had once obtained a spear battle technique. However, compared to the bow and arrow, she was not interested in firearms. Qing Ming believed that firearms were only a kind of transitional equipment. Bows and arrows with magic were the true main weapons of archers.

Hence, Qing Ming used this spear battle technique, plus 20,000 broken crystals, to exchange for the current bow dance technique. Bow Dance, with the addition of Wind Blade Technique, was indeed exceptionally sharp. It made up for the archer’s weak melee ability and allowed her to stand alone in the team.

However, facing Qin Lun’s fighting spear technique today, Qing Ming finally discovered that this kind of close-range spear technique that combined shooting and blocking was the real fighting technique, while her bow dance technique was only an auxiliary combat technique.

It wasn’t that the bow dancing technique had lost to the fighting spear technique, but that the two techniques were different in terms of usage. How could an auxiliary combat skill compete with a real combat skill? In fact, she was doomed to lose this battle from the very beginning.

“Hehe, Dark Crystal Rock Crab, you have complete control over the Wind Blade. You are a Dark Night Elf!” Qin Lun wore a gentle smile. From the looks of it, he seemed to be a little shy. “In the Horn of the Devil, our bloodlines should belong to the enemy camp as well, right?”

“Don’t be complacent, you haven’t won yet!” Qing Ming covered his shoulders, his face slightly pale as he replied indifferently, “I’ve already informed my companions. If you’re smart, let go of the vine wall now, or else you won’t have time to escape!”

Hearing Qing Ming deceiving him, Qin Lun couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He was in close contact with Hill on the guild channel, so how could he not know the specific situation there? In a short period of time, Qing Ming’s companions would definitely not be able to make it. At this time, the female elves probably hadn’t placed themselves in Hill’s guild.

“Haha! I admire your strength, but I will definitely win, and it won’t take much time!” Qin Lun pointed at Qing Ming’s injured shoulder and said, “Bows and arrows are incompatible with melee combat skills. When you hold the bow in your right hand, there is no problem with your combat skills. But now that it is your left hand, how many percent of your bow dance skills are left?”

“Try it and you’ll know what percentage is left!” Qing Ming’s knuckles that were holding the longbow instantly turned pale. He expressionlessly said coldly, “If you can’t kill me, you will die!”

Qin Lun’s gaze revealed a trace of regret as he shook his head slightly. Although the woman in front of him was stubborn, she had indeed reached the end of her road.

If the injury to the right shoulder was not the last straw to overwhelm the camel, then an additional Wind Blade Technique would be required to attack the bow dance. There was also another fatal weakness.

Bow dancing with wind blades was indeed sharp, but this sharpness was based on the enormous consumption of magic power. Maintaining wind blades for a long time was not an easy task. Moreover, Qing Ming had used the Armor Penetrating Arrow five times before. Even with the supplement of medicine, his magic power had always been below the alert line. It should have reached its limit by now.

Without the addition of wind blades, Qin Lun would not care about Gong Wu at all. He could even kill Qing Ming with a direct slash.

Seeing Qin Lun’s gaze, Qing Ming’s entire body suddenly trembled. He raised his eyebrows and resolutely pounced towards the young man, “I don’t need the pity of the enemy. The last person to die must be you!”

Seeing Qing Ming fight to the death, the red light in Qin Lun’s eyes flashed. He flipped his hand and put away the devil’s song. He handed the angel’s compliment to his left hand, and the evil dagger slid into his palm from the sleeve of his right hand.

He didn’t intend to delay any longer. From the battle just now, Qin Lun discovered that the night elves were resistant to the dark corrosion of the Devil’s Song, while the sacred additional attributes of the Praise of the Angels could increase their damage.

Of course, apart from the dark gold bullets that needed to be filled by hand, the purple armor piercing bullets that were used to deliver light and dark burials were very difficult to deal fatal damage to Qing Ming. However, it didn’t matter. Qin Lun still had the Evil Dagger. This was the real melee weapon!

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In the middle of a clearing several kilometers away from the cave, a hunchback giant knelt on one knee, his hands leaning on a huge bone club. He lowered his head and kowtowed on the back of his hand. Its entire body was covered in wounds, and even the fur skirt wrapped around its waist had completely turned dark red.

Upon closer inspection, one could discover that this adult hill giant’s eyes were completely devoid of brilliance and had long since died.

The forest clearing with it as its center seemed to have experienced a terrifying storm. The black mud spread out in waves one after another. Rows of tall trees that surrounded the open space tilted outwards. The thick roots of the trees exposed the ground like weak women who had been forcefully pushed down by a strong man.

The battle between Hill and the adult hill giants ended even earlier than the battle between Qin Lun and the small hill. This was not because the adult hill giants were easier to deal with, but because the traps the guild had set for the adult hill giants were more perfect and vicious. After all, they had prepared for three whole days for this.

Just as the enemy had guessed, Hill and the others used Qin Lun’s elven tale to avoid the surveillance of the Thief Yu Mo and quietly prepared a swamp for the hill giant in this forest clearing.

Creating a swamp in the forest that could trap the hill giants was not an easy task. The forest was filled with trees, and watering it three days in advance was useless. Even a pond would be completely absorbed by the soil and roots within half a day. He didn’t have that much free time to water it before the battle.

Moreover, even if they could create a swamp before the battle, they wouldn’t be able to conceal such a large area. It is better to expect adult hill giants with high IQ to enter the swamp than to expect sows to climb trees.

Hill and the others thought of a way to create a semi-swamp that looked like a swamp. They first dug out countless half-meter-wide mud pits that were only fifty to sixty centimeters deep. Then, they inserted poisoned sharp bamboo sticks at the bottom and placed them in water bags.

This kind of mud pit could be seen through with a single glance, and the hill giant would not take extra precautions. In any case, its feet were thick and thick, and the bamboo swab could not even pierce through its skin. The mud pit was not deep enough to reach his knees, just like trekking in the snow. At most, he could not jump high and walk slowly, unable to really trap it.

However, the hill giant, whose IQ was equivalent to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old human, finally discovered the sinister and malicious nature of this trap when the battle reached the middle stage.

Every time it stepped into a puddle, the water bag would break and the puddle would turn into a puddle. Although its skin was as hard as cowhide, if it was soaked in water for a long time, it would be pierced by a bamboo stick. Moreover, the poison on it would pollute the mud and slowly seep into its body during the battle.

However, it was too late to discover that the enemy had lured it into crushing most of the mud pits. The clearing turned into a real mud bog. Originally, the mud pit was only half a meter deep, but due to the seepage of a large amount of sewage, the bottom turned into mud.

The two-ton hill giant covered his knees with mud, sometimes reaching the base of his thigh. More and more toxins were accumulated in his body, slowly affecting his consciousness and mobility.

By the time the hill giant realized that it had to get out of the mud, there was nothing it could do. After all, there were Sass and Frank, who were taking turns to stop it, regardless of life or death. With the passage of time, it not only can no longer jump up, but also dizzy, slow movement, into a vicious circle.

Even so, Hill and the others had paid a heavy price, not mentioning the large amount of recovery items they had consumed. By the time the battle was over, everyone in the team had different degrees of injuries. Frank, who was the weakest, had lost an arm and could not even lift the [Head Shatterer].

The enemy team hiding in the shadows was even more dumbfounded. Due to the continuous damage from the poison in the giant’s body, they were unable to calculate the HP of the hill giant. At the same time, he was also worried that if he appeared early, he would self-defeat and be escaped by Hill and the others with the help of the giant. That was why he waited until the hill giant died before appearing from the shadows and launching a surprise attack on Hill and the others.

At that time, it happened to be the second half of Qin Lun and Qing Ming’s attack on the little giant. Although Qing Ming still couldn’t confirm Qin Lun’s true identity, neither she nor their scheming captain cared about Qin Lun anymore.

As the battle progressed to this stage, Hill and the others were obviously exhausted, so there was no way to pretend. As for Qin Lun, he was still in the hill cave, and there was no sign of him turning around to help. They had already ruled out Qin Lun’s suspicions in their hearts, believing that even if he was an apostle, he was unlikely to be with Hill and the others.

This was also the reason why Qing Ming put down his doubts and did his best to attack the small hill giant. After hearing the battle situation over there, she felt the difficulty of Hill and the others. She hoped that she could return to the battle as soon as possible to prevent any accidents from happening. Thus, she subconsciously ignored the hidden dangers on her side.

In the entire plan Qin Lun and Hill had designed, Qin Lun’s side was of utmost importance, but Hill was prepared for the main line to fail.

However, due to Qing Ming’s intrusion and the caution of the enemy captain, Hill had unexpectedly completed the main line. On Qin Lun’s side, because Qing Ming’s damage to the small hill giant came later, and even exceeded Qin Lun’s damage, his personal hunting mission was on the verge of failure.

On the two battlefields, Qin Lun, Hill, and the others hunted their own targets. They seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but with the tacit cooperation of the two murderers, they managed to smoothly overcome the first stage of the plan and ushered in a more critical second stage.