"You, go out and take a look. I seem to hear noises outside. Could it be those adventurers who came here to do the mission? May the God of Nature curse them, those money-grubbing, short-sighted guys."

In the outpost, the elf captain gave instructions to a low-level NPC guard who didn't even have a name. The guard stood up, arranged his equipment, took off the longbow from the wall, opened the door and left. The captain sighed and rubbed his stiff and blue hair.

Forehead: "Master Priest, do you want to win people's hearts by issuing so many quests? I don't have any rewards here to give to adventurers?"

The elf outpost is actually a small wooden house, perched high on a big tree, with a soft ladder for people to go up and down. There is not much space in the house, only two beds (one person is on duty when two people sleep) and a low table.

From the window, you can have a panoramic view of the entire sea of ​​bones. It is relatively clean here. The only drawback is that there are not many monthly supplies, and the cries of rotting vultures are quite annoying.

"Well..." After waiting for five minutes and still not seeing the guard come back, the captain became a little uneasy. He knew that the tribe was currently in a state of war preparation to guard against a new undead force. He asked the people at the outpost

Another low-level NPC said: "You stay here, I will go out and take a look."

After that, he pushed the kettle and stood up to go out. His long bow was very different from others. The bow string was made of magic beast sinew and the bow body was made of fine iron wood. Only the first-class warriors in the clan could draw it.

.As soon as he opened the door, he was stunned for a moment, because there was an adventurer standing under the tree, with an expression like "Hurry up and give out rewards, I'm still waiting to upgrade." He raised the basket in his hand: "I

I’m here to hand in a mission.”

"Huh? No, who are you?——"

call out!

As soon as the guard captain heard it, he knew that it was the sound of bows and arrows, and it was a move made by a master! He jumped back without thinking. As long as he jumped into the door, he could effectively avoid the arrows, and then he could counterattack!

A white flash of light seemed to predict his movements, and shot into his mouth that had not been closed. The white shoulder broke out from the back of his head, bringing up a stream of blood. The elf captain fell down the tree, and another carp leaped forward.

He got up and hid behind the tree in the blind spot of the attacker. He was also decisive to the extreme. Before pulling out the arrow in his mouth, he took out a magic flare in his hand and wanted to notify the village.

Snap, a whip struck his wrist like lightning, knocking the magic flare off the grass. A zombie man with a lazy smile, a mustache and long hair walked out of the shadows, whistled, and the whip moved flexibly.

Roll it into a circle in his hand.

Even though he had become an undead creature, the elf captain still felt a chill running down his spine. Without thinking, he pulled out the dagger from his waist with his backhand and was about to rush forward to fight for his life——

【Backstab】.

Fall down.

The assassin walked out of the shadows silently, put his hand on the elf captain's chest, nodded to the adventurer who had not moved, confirmed the death of the enemy personnel, and then retreated into the shadows and disappeared.

This adventurer was naturally Qingyi. He sighed, spread his hands and said, "Waterboro, tell me, how come he realized at a glance that I am not one of his own?"

"Because you are a skeleton, and the other adventurers are zombies. Even if you are short-sighted, you can spot it. This bow is good! It seems that Plato attaches great importance to this outpost." Picking up the long bow on the corpse, Wo

Tebole Cullen whistled, always looking so frivolous and not serious at all.

"Go, go, go, let Frankie clean it up." Qingyi complained.

As soon as he finished speaking, a bloody shadow jumped out from the door of the tree house and landed in front of Qingyi. It was Frankie. Frankie was holding a military kettle and several pieces of equipment, his mouth full.

It looks a little funny, but its tone is as unlucky as ever: "Master, that's all."

"Good job." He casually picked up a white bone as a reward (he still has many such bones in his storage bag), and Qingyi stuffed the longbow in Waterborough's hand back into the storage bag:

"Are you all ready?"

After a whistle, many ghost wolves appeared on the fallen leaves, their scarlet eyes not concealing their hunger and fanaticism. Franji chewed the bones randomly and whispered orders to his fellows, asking them to suppress their impulses. And each rotten vulture

Then they fluttered down on the tree trunks, and their weight almost crushed these dead trees. With only two rotten vultures, they can bring a ghost wolf with them, and this crazy battle plan that browses the wall of the lair can be made possible -

—Waterboro Cullen and Frankie’s first joint battle!
Chapter completed!