Cozy woodland.

Compared with the town in the distance where the murderous sounds are loud and loud, it is very quiet here. Only the chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves can be heard. The moonlight is like water, seeping into the woods, failing to illuminate everything, but making the shadows of the trees look sparse.

, the scenery is deep and deep. The cool breeze cannot blow away the night, nor can it blow away the eyes in the shadow of the trees...

Those emotionless eyes, like blue ice.

The owner of the eyes was wearing a black cloak, with only his face and hands exposed. His skin was a dry white color and looked lifeless. He sat quietly on the grass slope, with several skulls with gray eyes floating around him.

——A skull that has been refined by a necromancer, and even the soul fire is contaminated. There is a unique wand on his lap. The head of the wand is a monster claw, and in the middle is a stone that is heavily tied with iron ropes.

The bound blood ruby, ghostly shadows flashed from time to time in the gem. A knight holding a tall bone horse and wearing a black steel knight's heavy armor stood quietly beside him. Although his face looked like a human, his eyes were empty, with only two

There was a gray fire; on the other side stood a wizard wearing a black robe and holding a black-covered scripture. It only had gray fire in its eyes. Obviously, these two servants were not living beings.

"Does it look good?" A voice came from the top.

The black cloak did not raise his head. The skulls just danced in all directions to take in the surrounding scene. The black cloak asked: "What does 'good-looking' mean?"

"Ah, you still haven't changed... Who would have thought that the 'Gamer' would be a guy who doesn't even have common sense?" The man on top sighed exaggeratedly, turned over and fell down. His blond hair stood straight up.

(Stingy Head), wearing brown goggles and chain mail with shining magic runes. What is attached to his shoulders is not a pair of hands, but a pair of golden wings with a wingspan of three meters; what is under the trousers is not a pair of feet, but a pair of

Raptor Claws - He is actually a birdman! His pupils are blazing white and look extremely sharp.

Even though the flapping of Birdman's wings caused wind pressure, the black cloak remained unmoved - not even the corners of the clothes were blown up, as if there were big rocks pressing down on the clothes. He said: "'Good-looking'?"

In my opinion, this kind of thing is useless at all."

"Then let me ask another question... How do you feel about the sunshine in June? Are you looking forward to it?" After the birdman landed, the golden light flashed for a moment, and his wings turned into arms, and the bird's claws turned into feet.

He pushed aside the skulls dancing in the air, walked to the black cloak, and looked at the town.

Black Cloak: "What does 'expectation' mean? If you want to ask about his strength, just say so."

The birdman was furious: "Asshole, it seems that your parents have failed in your enlightenment education!"

"I was enlightened and educated on my own, and it has nothing to do with my parents." The black cloak raised his wand lightly, and several skulls sprayed out streaks of gray light, forming a magic circle. The magic circle formed a circular light curtain, and on the light screen

It was exactly the battle situation in the town. The summons around the Bone Tyrant were rushing to kill each other, and the battle was very fierce. "Here, the crossbowman reacted slowly, which shows that he did not consider the effect of the halo and did not adapt to the sudden acceleration.

Speed. As for here, the enemy has clearly fallen into a state of immobilization, but the knight still needs to use a status function once, which shows that he is not paying attention carefully and does not fully grasp the overall situation. And here - "

"Okay, okay..." Birdman said helplessly: "I'm not a summoner or an animal tamer. I don't need to know these trivial things. So, if 100 points is a perfect score, how many points does he have?"

This time Black Cloak did not have any doubts about the question. He thought for a moment and said: "80 points."

"So high?! Didn't you just call him worthless?"

"Ordinary people score between 50 and 70 points." Black Cloak said. "Judging from his instructions, his overall view is pretty good. Although sometimes he doesn't do well enough, there are a few things in the connection of skills.

A bright spot. If he could—"

"Okay, okay..." Birdman said helplessly again. His eyes suddenly lit up, he twisted his body back, and conjured a war spear in his hand like magic! The war spear was extremely sharp, and it flashed when slashing.

It emits a dazzling light and has a powerful momentum. It is obviously a dark gold equipment!

Clang!

An upright long sword held the war spear. The long sword also had the unique light of dark gold equipment, and a faint flame radiated from the sword, which actually baked the grass blades under the sword holder's feet.

It was dry. The burnt yellow color slowly spread on the ground with the sword holder as the center, but it was offset by a layer of vague gray gas three meters away from the black cloak and could not be baked in.

"Tch, it's you, Fiery Ambition." Birdman snorted and put away his war spear (it disappeared behind him again like magic). "This guy is here, why didn't you tell me, Binary?"

"Because the sunshine in June is 'pretty', so I'm not interested in anything else." Black Cloak said. "Also, Fire Ambition is not the only one who came."

The birdman glared at the sword holder again. The sword holder smiled bitterly and said: "It's none of my business. I'm not on the same page as them." The sword holder was naked on the upper body and only wore a pair of ocher red loose cloth trousers on the lower body.

Feet covered with calluses. He has a wide forehead, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a big nose. His blond hair hangs wildly, and his upper body is full of muscles. He is like a standing lion. His sword is very

In particular, it is three meters long, one of which is the handle, and both sides are hot sword blades - what a double-headed sword! On the battlefield, if this sword is opened and closed, it will definitely cause countless deaths and injuries.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and several more figures appeared on the grassy slope. There were vague mana fluctuations on their bodies, and it was obvious that the equipment on them was not ordinary.

"What are you doing? If you PK, you might attract the attention of those guys!" a female player said. She was wearing a luxurious dress and looked more like a female guest at a banquet than a magician.

She really doesn't look like a magician at all. She has neither a magic hat, a wand, nor a magic book. If her magic power hadn't been so powerful, others might have mistaken her for a dancer (life occupation).

"What does it matter? Just kill all the garbage that comes." An elf with many ink tattoos on his neck laughed lowly. He squatted on the trunk of the tree, and the leaves made a louder sound than usual, as if it was

He happily agreed to his words. He glanced at the birdman with evil intentions, raised the dagger, and made a "cutting" motion on his own throat.

Birdman's teeth chattered with hatred. To avoid being impulsive, he had no choice but to turn his face away, deliberately not looking at the guy.

"By the way, hasn't the protection clause been canceled yet?" The sword holder sat down next to the black cloak and asked. He was very familiar with it, but the flaming aura on his body mixed with the gray aura of the black cloak, making a chirping sound.

Non-stop, slightly noisy.

"No." The elf dug his ear hole with the little finger of his right hand: "When I wanted to make a move, I found the second protection clause. This is not a hidden clause, but the system directly prompted me - in June Sunshine did not board the

During the 'Gospel' ranking, players on the ranking cannot attack him."

"This is a restriction on us." Black Cloak added. Until now, he has not turned his eyes to anyone. He is simply an autistic person.

"What about the undead players below?" The sword-wielder asked again. While asking, he moved closer to the black cloak, almost hugging each other.

"That's the original protection regulations - if the level difference is not within fifteen levels, you can't touch them. You are so stupid." The female player said rudely. "In other words, today we can only watch."

"Don't worry, just because they are fine today, it doesn't mean they will be fine in the future. Sooner or later, June Sunshine will be dealt with." The elf smiled evilly.

Everyone present fell silent, as it seemed that "cutting off" this person was a taboo.

Suddenly, two undead players rushed up the grassy slope and launched an attack while shouting excitedly: "It turns out there are still some hiding here! Call the president quickly - ah, ah?! 'Gamer' Black and White Binary

?The 'Disaster Spreader' clouds disappear and the rain disappears? 'War Madness' Fiery Ambition? How..."

Another undead player stuttered: "Why, the great god will appear here..."

The female player slapped her forehead hard: "Let me tell you, it was all you who caused me to be exposed!"

"It's none of my business?" the sword holder shouted.

The elf picked up his left ear again and said impatiently: "Hurry up, since they take the initiative to attack, the one who is attacked should do it! And, Binary, you clearly know that they are coming, why don't you warn them?

"

"I'm too lazy to remind you." The black cloak stood up and waved his wand. Several skulls grew larger in the wind, and their huge mouths were as big as the abyss and the sea, covering the two undead players and biting them down with a deadly aura.

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In the town, fires were put out everywhere.

Although the undead players suffered heavy casualties, they actually defeated the living players and won. If there are reasons, firstly it is the protection regulations, and secondly, the original living players returned to the city one after another (there are no quests here)

(do), the third is the support of Qingyi's forces. Here I have to mention the sub-artifact magic cannon "Cry of the Dead". Although its backup energy is only enough to fire five shots, each shot has a negative impact on living players.

It provides great restraint and can effectively crush the offensive and defense of living players; if it had not been used, the undead players might have been completely defeated.

"Son of God, what are you looking at?" Pers, the dusk prayer, noticed that Qingyi was distracted and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"It's nothing. I'm dazzled. I always feel like there's some sparkle over there." Qingyi looked away from the cozy woodland.

"It must be some fish that slipped through the net. You don't have to worry too much." Perls didn't care.

Qingyi did not tell Perls the truth.

He just opened the [Eye of the Soul] and saw only a red spot in the distance. The red spot was composed of several powerful soul fires. Just looking at it was enough to burn his own soul. Without even looking at it for a second,

Qingyi turned away and continued to direct the battle, as if he didn't see anything.

In the shadow, Xue Duo wondered: "Host, why are your hands shaking?"
Chapter completed!