After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 235: You are a hater

Chapter 235: You are a hater

TL: Sorry guys! I'm busy today, so I can only upload one chapter today T_T

"Report, charging is complete." A shaman wiped the sweat on his forehead.

The commander nodded, "well done, continue to the second one. There must be some means this guy used to defeat the 3,000 men. In case our magic props fail to hit the first blow, or fail to kill him, we should fill an extra magic container as a backup. "

"Yes, sir!" The shamans continued to work. Just now the magic container had absorbed the magic of dozens of shamans, so they had to put on another batch of shamans to continue to fill the second magic container with magic.

The commander turned outside, waved to the deputy general who commanded the physical army, and shouted, "try your opponent and see if he can really avoid all physical attacks."

The deputy general nodded, and he was riding on a camel, followed by five hundred elite Mamluk.

He raised his machete high and shouted, "team one, come with me! Let's ride to Robb, get into axe hitting range, throw axes, and step back immediately, whether hit or not.

"Yes! The Mamluks replaced roared.

"Go!"

The deputy general led his camel and rushed out, followed by five hundred elite Mamluk.

Five hundred men charged together, and it was quite a lot of momentum, especially since their target is only one person.

The scene surprised the little nobles who watched the game, but they immediately thought that it was no problem for Godfather to fight 3, 000 people. There was nothing to be afraid of.

Baron Nuolun deliberately picked up a piece of cake with slow movement and sent it to his mouth. He did it smoothly which shows his elegance and calmness. He smiled at the enemy army in front. His state of mind is calm, full of noble style. [You scum, don't you want to come to worship me?]

Even with the 500 men charging, Robb continued to walk slowly, as he walked, he said with sound of nature, "listen, retreat immediately, or it will be too late to escape."

But after throwing their axes, the mamluk in front went to the side, and the mamluk behind them rushed up, and at the same time drew their axe and threw their axes in one fell swoop.

Five hundred men, dozens of yards in front of Robb, turned to the side at the same time continuously, and a thousand axes flew continuously towards Robb.

Of course, no one thought that these axes could kill Robb, and even the most arrogant soldiers of the desert kingdom dared not think so naively, because Robb had defeated three thousand men alone and dared to challenge ten thousand alone. It is impossible without some real ability.

Everyone just wants to see what method this person is going to use to deal with the flying axes.

Miss!

Then, continuous axes, a thousand, kept passing through him!

Miss

Miss!

Miss

The words Miss, which only Robb could see, kept jumping in front of his face, and hundreds of axes passed through him and fell to the ground behind him, piling up in an instant.

The army of the desert kingdom was immediately surprised. Although they had long heard that "Immortal Cloud Art" could avoid all physical attacks, they still felt shocked when they saw it with their own eyes.

However, they were so surprised that they saw the flying axes "poof" into Robb's chest and hit, but did not penetrate.

It turns out that there is a limit to the dodge count in the game. No matter how weak compared to Robb they are, they will have a 1% hit rate when attacking Robb. When a thousand flying axes are thrown, there will always be one or two lucky guys who can hit Robb with a 1% hit rate.

This is like a thousand players playing games, although most of them are from the west, there are always those from the east.

This axe shouldve come from a "Eastern Mamluk"!

The army of the desert kingdom immediately let out a burst of cheers, and even the commander on the wall nodded with relief and said with a smile, "it turns out that you don't have to kill him where there is no water, as long as the frequency of attack is high enough. Someone can hit him. "

When the leader of the assassins who was escorted to watch the game saw this, he could not help squinting at the female assassin Suofa next to him and whispered, "He can be hit."

Suofa said with a bitter face, "it seems that my face is too dark. If I am as lucky as this Mamluk, I couldve successfully wiped his neck."

By this time, the people of the Desert Kingdom had found that there was something wrong with the axe. It had not cut into Robb's chest at all and was blocked by his skin. Although it seemed to hurt a moment ago, it was easily bounced back by Robb's chest.

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"This guy has the stone skin!" A shaman shouted, "No mistake, it must be stone skin."

A soldier shouted, "I think it may be the skill of our soldiers, shield wall."

General said angrily, "shut up, that is not important, we just need to know that physical attacks are very difficult to hit him, even if hit is also difficult to hurt him. This is enough, what magic. Is it that necessary to argue? It is true that this man cannot be defeated with a physical attack, and it seems that the information returned by the assassin in exchange for his life is true."

As soon as he had finished saying this, the great witch doctor leaned up from behind and whispered, "Look at how many people are standing behind Robb watching the game. Isn't that our assassin Suofa? She is obviously not dead, so the claim that she traded her life for information is wrong."