Rock Trigger, the tenth person of the "Gospel", ranks 76th in the global heavenly list, and is a well-deserved god-level figure.

As an expert in poaching, he is good at all kinds of firearms, proficient in hunting and eliminating traces, and knows the attributes of various monsters well; He loves rock and roll, so much so that he can't fight without listening to songs, and he simply suffers from music dependence. He is good at grasping the enemy's weaknesses, and is recognized by the whole "Qiankun" as the god with the highest attack efficiency, and he brings death as soon as he strikes, hence the name "Death News".

Among the many gods in "Qiankun", he loves sneak attacks the most, and even the gossip leader is willing to bow down at this point, but fortunately, more than 99% of the targets of his sneak attacks are monsters. He has always been a loner, an absolute liberal, not invited at all, does not like to participate in camp conflicts (which is the opposite of the first class of freedom), and cannot even be bought with money. Because of this character, he doesn't have many friends, and the treasure bag that has been building gun parts for him is barely half a friend. But of course he doesn't care if he has friends or not, it's enough for him to have guns and rock music.

In the "Doomsday Encounter", the rock trigger held on to the "Key Mountain" of the Via Rope Mountains, and died after holding out for three and a half hours, at level 71.

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Inside the Villa, there is a rather empty side hall where Diesel transforms into pure white abomination.

Since he didn't have the Abomination Factory, even if he had hundreds of assistants, the transformation efficiency was frighteningly low, and more importantly, he wasn't a necromancer himself, and many details were handled roughly, causing the durability of Abomination to go wild. His assistants were all necromantic creatures (for the Blood Elves would rather die than do this kind of work), armed with knives or needles and threads, and as he commanded, they circled around the behemoth in the center of the side hall.

This modified behemoth is the abominable cyclops that made a big splash yesterday, and after 30% of the progress bar, no one can tell that it was once a giant. Each of its muscles was a corpse stripped of bones and internal organs, and now these limp muscles were piled up on the ground like a pile of winter coats about to be donated. The zombie dragged the corpse to its designated location, and the skeleton sewed the corpse together with a steel needle the size of an arm and a cable specifically attached to the boat. In general, these are hard jobs, so ghosts don't use them to help.

As a conductor, Diesel also worked hard. He had been working as Scowl had been told, and he had not even bothered to eat, which made his lifeless and haggard face even more haggard. Although the weather is not yet warm, he wipes his sweat with his sleeve from time to time.

"What's wrong?"

Diesel turned around, only to see Qingyi walking into the side hall. Even though the ground was covered in minced flesh and corpse water, His Majesty's pace was the same as ever. And Grande, who was wearing white pajamas, followed behind His Majesty, his eyes were immediately attracted by the corpses all over the ground, and his mouth opened slightly, and he was about to drool.

"It's about 85% of the way. Adjust the shape of the head and put the teeth in place. Diesel pointed to the thigh bones piled up against the wall.

Qingyi immediately broke off a few ribs and handed them to Diesel: "The 'holy bone' is relatively hard and can crush rocks, so the pure white abomination made from this should be better." ”

Diesel took these rare materials worth ten thousand gold, but there was no joy on his face: "Your Majesty, is there something wrong?" ”

Qingyi nodded: "A certain hero-level adventurer is here." ”

Rock Trigger, who was eliminated halfway, didn't need to recharge for tomorrow + games, so he chose to come to Cornhill Villa, and this unexpected event immediately turned the situation one-sided. What's even more surprising is the tactical arrangement of Bald Eagle - he didn't think about hiding this trump card at all, but used it directly, making the necromantic side jealous and the results of the battle smaller.

Although Bald Eagle and Rock Trigger had a feud (it is said), although the great god always came and went freely and did not obey commands, Qingyi preferred to believe that Bald Eagle was doing this to show an attitude: That's right, I have a combat professional here who stands at the peak, if you have the ability, you will attack it, if you don't have the ability, you will hide in the city and wait for the warm spring!

The other party had already put the blade on Qingyi's throat, but Qingyi had to continue to move forward. In the long run, necromancy can afford to consume any species; In the short term (especially in spring and summer, which are extremely beneficial to the elves), the necromancy will be greatly disadvantaged, not to mention that the other party has a bald eagle?

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he prefers to go to the tiger mountains.

After taking out the Treants, the Cyclops Abomination had no strategic value, so Skoll decided to remake it something more suitable for positional warfare. Qingyi also knew the importance of this battle, so he generously reduced his own attributes and donated rare materials.

"Adding 'Holy Bone' doesn't affect the White Abomination itself, does it? Fighting and suddenly falling apart or something? Qingyi asked.

"Hehe, no, it's not 'despicable blood', pure white abomination above 5000 durability can withstand it."

"That's good."

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Forest.

Between the two trees, there was a hammock, and the rock trigger lay comfortably in the hammock, shaking his head while loading the double-barreled shotgun. He also hung a magic oil lamp on the trunk behind his head, which had an unquenchable flame that was often used by fire mages in place of wands, and was now purely for lighting. In the dark forest, this oil lamp attracts countless "moths".

With the bullets loaded, the rock trigger picked up the water bladder leaning against the ribs, and drank bitterly. He was still holding a water bladder in his left hand, and suddenly raised his gun in his right hand and slammed it into the right, the roar of the double-barreled shotgun shaking the leaves. When he put down the water bladder, another piece of experience came in. In the same forest, others light the lamp to find death, but he lights the lamp to upgrade.

"Cool! It's no wonder that First Class likes to participate in faction clashes, it turns out that it really has more experience than monster farming! "Rock Trigger wiped his mouth indiscriminately and stretched his waist.

The oil lamp flickered, and seemed to agree with its master. When the lights flickered, the shadow of the rock trigger shook.

Then with a whoosh, the rock trigger changes to a squatting position with the hips off the hammock. The stress point became smaller, and the bottom of the hammock sank to the ground, making the two big trees rattle. His face glowed as his blood began to rush. He knew that the magic oil lamp had a warning effect, and it shook when there was no wind just now, indicating that something had appeared.

The shadows on the ground shook more and more frequently, as if listening to rock music, which showed that the lights were beating hard. The rock trigger also felt it, and the ground was shaking slightly. Shouts came from the entrance to the forest opposite the Grim Villa, apparently intruding.

"Yo, no, this shock is not the same thing as those guys." The rock trigger laughed inexplicably, and couldn't help but rub the barrel of the gun, like rubbing his girlfriend's thigh. "Big guy, absolutely big guy!"

The ground shook violently! In the distance, there was a muffled sound he had never heard before, followed by screams and murmurs.

The rock trigger turns the muzzle of the gun at a speed that can chase the flies, and shoots it with one shot! To his dismay, he didn't receive any hints of attack, and it was clear that he had missed. After firing the shot, he quickly loaded the bullets while pondering the meaning of those sounds.

Boom! There was a muffled sound in another direction, and the creak of broken trees, and finally the screams and the sound of dripping rain. The moment the muffled sound sounded, the rock trigger was up and the gun was fired—he could react just 0.1 seconds after the sound reached his eardrum (even if he was thinking), on par with the Olympic shooter. Unfortunately, this shot missed again, because the bullet was blocked by several trees, which slowed down, and when it was fired, the guy ran away again.

However, the rock trigger has full intelligence. The guy travels underground, so when it moves, it generates shock waves in local areas; The muffled sound is the sound of the guy breaking through the ground, and the crumbling sound is the sound of the dirt he (it) lifts to the ground. This guy is not small, otherwise it would not cause a strong shock wave, and the number is not determined, so it can be seen that only one appeared.

The rock trigger snapped two fingers and whistled extremely sharply. His old horse gasped and ran from the depths of the forest, stumbling all the way to the roots. Luckily, it wasn't fast, and it wouldn't break its leg when it fell.

"Cut the song, Rhapsody's Dawnofvictory."

The moment the old horse approached, the rock trigger jumped out of the hammock, and the two big trees were pulled from side to side by the huge force, and the leaves were noisy. Without a hammock, a magic oil lamp, or a water bladder, the rock trigger pressed on the saddle (the old horse hissed in sorrow), put on his cowboy hat, pulled out two small pistols, and fired a few shots in the sky, and was elated: "Woo-ha!! Fireisragingonthebattlefield，whileArwaldisfightingthewarofthekings……”

As soon as his legs clamped the horse's belly, the spurs on his boots were pierced in the flesh of the old horse!

【Wild Charge】!

The old horse snorted roughly, his pupils were covered with a layer of bright red, and his speed increased suddenly, and he was no longer decadent and old! No knight with a brain would launch a [charge] in the dense forest, but the rock trigger did, and the most hellish thing was that the old horse could always make fine-tuning in advance, passing by one tree after another, but he couldn't hit it, as if the trees were avoiding him! And this kind of fine-tuning in high-speed movement also means a big crisis for the average rider, because if the body movement is the slightest bit uncoordinated, the mount will be fine, but the knight will be swept off the bridge of the nose by the trunk. The rock trigger screams and screams, his body goes up and down with the bumps, as if he is participating in PBR (Professional BullRiders), but he is also - hell like his mount, and he narrowly navigates through obstacles! If anyone pays attention, they will find that his breathing is constant at two seconds, two seconds!

Suddenly, the reckless cowboy arrived at the spot where his target first appeared. There was a large pit three meters in diameter, and inside the pit was a large cloud of fresh mud that was steaming and dead.