Attack, attack me!"
Deep in the Gemenan jungle, between the dim trees on the other side of the river, a large shield warrior named Moyuman resisted another sword attack in front of him, while continuing to shout loudly to the surroundings: "Don't be afraid!
They're just enemies in Novice Village difficulty..."
"President, President! All the brothers from the four teams are dead!" A player from the Beast Alliance then shouted at the top of his lungs and gave him a wake-up call: "Brother Ant has died and returned to the city.
!We have no one left on the left!"
"So useless? What do I want you to do for food?"
Kicking the player away, the fisherman looked around at the other members present who were cowering and retreating with evil eyes: "Come on! Break through from the front! Even if you are destroyed here, you will not be able to survive."
Make them pay enough - what are you afraid of?"
"Boss."
The explosive impact caused by the magic that assisted the cover then exploded into a straight line in front of the big shield warriors, forcing the figures of the men in black who were still entangled with them back a few steps. One of them was carrying a spear.
The players of the Beast Alliance then lined up the temporary defense line jointly constructed by the magicians of their own guilds, and walked in front of the Fish Man with their bodies covered in charred black: "This group of people seems to be stronger than we imagined."
It's much stronger, so we'd better be careful. If that doesn't work, it's not impossible to retreat a certain distance to regroup..."
"Retreat? How is this possible?" The fisherman, who was jumping up and down in anger, opened his eyes wide: "This is Carlo Village! A map only novice players will come to! You will admit the mobs in a level 10 map.
Strong, and then retreat in such despair?"
"In the history of the free world, this is not the first time that leapfrog monsters have appeared in Novice Village." The spear player continued with a serious face: "And... from my observation, the characteristics of this group of people are similar to those of the Restorationists.
The overlap is very high."
"Then it's even more impossible to withdraw."
Seemingly regaining some of his sanity, the fisherman's voice became a bit more stable: "The Restorationists have now become the enemy of the entire continent. Each of their heads is worth tens of millions of gold coins, even if we don't want them."
With these bounties, we can also enhance the guild's reputation among the Mages Council..."
"What's more, we are here with a mission." He looked at the black shadows flashing back and forth in the depths of the jungle where the smoke had not yet dissipated, and the rage in his eyes gradually turned into an inexplicable gloom: "Flame Dragon Beast, Restoration
Or, and the woman who escaped here... Humph, as long as we can connect all these things together, our trip this time will not be in vain."
"What does the president mean...?"
"As long as you understand, Rat."
After letting out a few deep sinister laughs, the fisherman used his shield to gradually cover up his gloomy gaze as he looked forward: "Even if there is no connection between them, we can still 'artificially' connect them together."
, for example, for some arrogant purposes, the people of Flamedramon secretly had contacts with the Restorationists, and in order to gain their support, they sheltered the Dark Witch who fled here, etc..."
"In order to make this rumor true, we have to rush through this place." He raised his shield, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter: "There must be a starting point to spread rumors.
As long as we can get a little clue..."
boom!
A loud impact sound then appeared in the distance of the jungle where mysterious black shadows were constantly jumping back and forth. At the same time, there was a huge light pillar that suddenly rose in the depths of the jungle and illuminated the entire night sky.
The colorful brilliance was followed by the scream produced by the huge energy impact, straight upward, standing like a beacon in the center of the Gmenan jungle. The mouth that was interrupted gradually opened wide, and Momo, who was confronting the enemy,
The fishman then let out an involuntary scream, and the pace that had originally stopped due to the unexpected situation turned into an even more excited roar, and together with the sudden burst of Qi Gang, he rushed out into the depths of the jungle: "
It's a mutation! A mutation has occurred!"
"Brothers, come at me!"
"Come on! Make a fortune right before your eyes!"
"Gods will kill gods and Buddhas if they stand in their way! Anyone who dares to stand in the way...will be killed by me!"
The sudden increase in momentum surged towards the southeast of the jungle with the emergence of the torrent of elements. With the player army composed of the fisherman and his men, they quickly broke through the men in black hidden in the forest.
In front of them, the sword blades and magic attacks, which were still extremely powerful in their eyes, did not have any deterrent effect at this time. They soon dissipated into the darkness in every corner amid the blood splattering in the sky and the occasional black air.
Among them, looking at the train team formed by more men in black pouring out of the deeper darkness, attracted by hatred, the exiled war song hidden far away quietly poked his head out. Originally,
He wanted to take the opportunity to follow up, but was stopped by a strange voice that suddenly sounded behind him, frightening him and several teammates around him: "You guys..."
"Who, who?"
"Are you the teammates of Linyuan Duanshui?"
Slowly walking out of the darkness of the forest, a man who looked like the leader of the men in black looked at the four people present with sinister eyes: "Why are you hiding here?"
"Who are you?" Murong Qingchun, who was carefully hiding at the end, bravely shouted back: "I, we still want to ask you!"
"I am Dax Faol."
With a slight courtesy as a magician, the leader in black showed an inexplicable smile on his originally gloomy face: "Of course you may not have heard of this name, because the name I used to use was Tres.
Fao...forget it."
"Looking at your appearance and reaction, I know that you must have never heard of it." He curled his lips in disdain, and a black light gradually gathered between his raised hands: "Now..."
"go to hell."
"Whoaaah!"
Scattered screams and howls of the strong wind passed through this corner of the jungle in an instant, and at the same time, the soul hunters and others continued to flash between the trees.
In the light and shadow left behind, a certain swordsman player who fell together got up with a look of unwillingness to admit defeat. When he wanted to rush forward, he was grabbed by the arm of his teammate and friend, the Exile Song: "Don't worry!
The opponent is very strong! We can't defeat him!"
"If you can't beat me, why don't you fight? I..."
"I didn't say I was going to run! Can you listen carefully to what others say?"
A shield hit the opponent's butt, and then the Exile War Song pulled the soul hunter's body to avoid the next wind blade that came with the wind: "It's been so long and you still haven't made any progress...you
Can't we plan it carefully with our teammates and then rely on the strength and IQ of the four of us to rush through?"
"Those people from the beast tribe have already rushed over, and there is no one to serve as a shield for us." The soul hunter who did not look back gritted his teeth: "I will attract his attention, you..."
"No, I'll do it."
A firm voice with a slight tremor then sounded behind the two people, and at the same time, there was the movement of Alastor holding a sledgehammer and moving forward: "I move slowly, driving a train.
Things must not be suitable for me..."
"Why are you driving a train if it doesn't suit you!" Exile Zhange's face was filled with a dumbfounded expression: "You were slapped to death by the boss, and then you continued to chase us?"
"Then, let me do it." Then the voice of a girl who ran to nowhere sounded in the jungle: "I, what I am best at is running away..."
"You can find a way to join us first."
Holding his forehead in pain, the exiled Zhan Song, who was hiding at the back of the tree trunk, then took a deep breath: "The light here is very poor. He may not be able to catch us. I will attract him."
Attention, the rest of you will rush over first, do you understand?"
"oh oh..."
"With such a strong torrent of elements appearing over there, something terrible must have happened."
Tightening the shield in his hand, the figure of the exiled war song then quickly shrank in size as he pulled out of the tree trunk: "A person like the captain must be there now, you..."
"Please help as much as you can."
The faint footsteps slowly disappeared as the howling wind became more intense. The exiled war song who gritted his teeth and advanced then jumped into the rolling black storm, followed by several figures around him from a distance.
At the same time, he collided head-on with the black-clothed leader again. It seemed that he had successfully attracted hatred, and the black-clothed man who called himself Dax Fao ignored those who bypassed him from a short distance away.
The light from the hands of the weak players around him, which had been raised, together with the light gradually coming from his eyes, fell on the little shield player in front of him: "I should praise you for your courage.
Or should I laugh at your stupidity?"
"Come on." The exiled war chanter who didn't answer the other party shouted and raised his iron shield: "Whoever escapes first will be the grandson!"
"Stupid mortal." The light in the black leader's eyes became colder and colder: "It's time to teach you a profound lesson."
"You are so constipated after casting spells. Have your stomach and intestines not been feeling well lately?" The Exiled War Song lowered his provocative eyes toward the bottom of the shield: "If you dare, take two more steps towards me. I'll see if I can't beat you."
Your...uh."
As if time and space had frozen for a moment, the roaring black wind and the increasingly shining magic that had been appearing in front of him suddenly stopped for a moment with the passage of inexplicable fluctuations. The figure of the black-clothed leader floating in front of him then followed.
Just like the yellow sand of the Gobi not far from the Gemenan Forest, it slowly disappeared with the wind blowing through the forest. After staring at the front for a long time, the exile war song remained in a stunned posture for a long time.
Only then did he gradually react to the result that "the enemy in front of him has disappeared with the wind". He straightened up and blinked his eyelids that were already so painful. After a while, he made a head scratching motion: "This is
..."
"What's wrong?"
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"You, how are your injuries?"
"As you can see, there is no hope."
"How could this happen? Then you..."
"Cough cough, cough cough cough...I've already told you, I'm an alchemist."
In the cave under the central clearing of the Gemenan Jungle, Linyuan Duanshui, who had an indifferent expression, was dragging his severely injured body, which had been pierced through the chest, to Xue Ling Huanbing's side. The smile he wanted to put on also weakened.
The reaction of his body became much uglier, and finally slowly disappeared along with his gradually lying down posture: "The refining of the miracle potion is very difficult, and it has been used up now. Other things that can kill you,
All I have is the powerful regeneration potion..."
"Such a serious trauma cannot be saved with medicine alone." He let out a long sigh, and his eyes fell on the central hollow illuminated by the stars in the night sky: "Fortunately, it was solved in the end.
Problem, even if you die, you can rest assured."
"That man... is he dead?" Xueling Huanbing, who was also extremely weak, asked in a low voice: "How did he die? What did you do to him?"
"He was a dead man."
After saying something incomprehensible, Linyuan Duanshui - Duan Qing pointed at the broken remains of the bottle of potion he just dumped: "I killed him in the last battle a few months ago, so he is here
Theoretically, he should already be on the death list. The reason why he is still alive and kicking in front of us now is because he is either attached to the Emerald Star... or he used some other means."
"Other...means?"
"Such as surviving through a certain ritual, borrowing other people's souls, borrowing inhuman bodies, or understanding the laws of this world, cultivating Taoism and becoming an immortal, etc."
Listing several methods at random, Duan Qing's voice became deeper and deeper: "Except for the last one, several other methods are possible in the free world, but they also have one thing in common.
That is... they need to fool the system's detection."
"As an NPC, I escaped the fate of death." At this point, he pointed to the top of his head: "The soul potion just made this scam ineffective, and then...he died."
"Then just now..." Xue Ling Huan Bing's lips grinned slightly: "Is that a systematic trial?"
"The system will send out judges to eliminate these bug-like guys. Although it seems very unreliable, the success rate can still be believed."
The gasps while clutching his chest gradually became fainter, and Duan Qing also curled up his lips with an inexplicable smile. However, his slightly closed eyes crossed the bottom of the cave, which was gradually calming down, and landed on the person walking out of the darkness with a package on his back.
Coming to Art: "But...just like no matter how powerful the system is, there will be loopholes."
"Occasionally, there will be a few fish that slip through the net." (To be continued)
This chapter has been completed!