"There are too few monsters, and it's hard to fight."

"Why do we go and kill the dog kowtow, too?"

"It's too difficult to clean, I'll die if I accidentally."

"Last time I was shooting the dog kowtower, my equipment was dropped."

“Because of cooling time?”

"Yes, some bastards are waiting specifically to touch the body."

"Haha, you're so unlucky."

"Ah, it's refreshed there."

Players were scattered at the "refresh points" of the goblins. While waiting for the "refresh" and chatting, suddenly a goblin walked in from the red zone. Before they could see clearly what was going on, they were shot into a "heedgehog". A series of damage numbers rose, and seven or eight players rushed over, pounding the goblins with only one breath into mosaics.

The player who didn't get the monster cursed, and the player who got the last blow saw that there was no explosion and refused to show his head.

Soon the second, third, and fourth ones were "refreshed" at the same time, and there were three sudden outbreaks of battle groups, three layers inside and three layers outside, and no monsters could be seen at all.

"I won't brush it anymore, I haven't brushed one for more than an hour."

"A dog-headed guy?"

"No, let's go hunting for treasure."

"Looking for a bad treasure, it's been searched everywhere."

"The Kowtower Camp, the house where the boss guards."

"Yes, I've wanted to go there for a long time. I heard that a guy was touching the task supplies inside and was working as a tailor."

"Then...go to try it?"

"How many more times can you die?"

“I’m 2 times.”

"3 times, I haven't used the resurrections today."

"Okay, put away all the equipment and sell it to the grocery store first. Let's plan and explain first. If you find anything, you will have a share of it. Even if you find a job, you will have to compensate others for your job."

"How to compensate, everyone is so poor."

“RMB?”

"Uh...that's OK."

"That's it, we're like this..."

The boss of the Novice Village - the boss of the dog-headed man Tuladin Owo is patrolling along a fixed route. A large group of players stand in the distance and point fingers at him. He is still the same, as if he does not feel the deep malice of standing outside the "warning distance".

Players were hitting the attention of the house behind him. He pretended not to know or did not find out, just like a puppet without thoughts.

The same goes for other kobolds.

They have "sacrificed" to powerful wizards, and their lives no longer belong to the tribe or themselves.

The wizards were anxious to take away their souls, but instead arranged a "job" for them and asked them to abide by many inexplicable rules. One of the rules was patrol routes and the second was alert distance.

Each kobold needs to walk mechanically along a fixed route until someone attacks them.

You can't do anything unless someone breaks into this distance, and other things, even if these humans are blatantly beating other tribesmen, even if you see the tribesmen die tragically in front of you.

At the beginning, these strange humans were still very weak, just like goblins, but their growth rate was amazing.

Their numbers are increasing, their courage is getting bigger and bigger, their combat abilities and combat skills are soaring every day...

Tuladin Owo then understood the wizard's intention, but he could not change anything.

The tribe could not reject such a powerful wizard, and did not even dare to resist. Their fate was already destined.

If players have a certain understanding of the dog-kow, they will definitely find the despair and numbness that surround the BOSS of the novice village.

With more and more players, Tuladin Owo knows they will take action soon.

Sure enough, a player holding a shield stepped into his alert distance, knocking on the wooden shield to attract his attention, and another player broke in from behind and rushed towards the house he was guarding.

Tuladin Owo's response was to throw out his one-handed axe, turn around at the same time, and catch up with the running player in a few steps.

Finally, two white lights flashed by, and the two corpses disappeared in his eyes and were protected by inexplicable power.

There was a burst of laughter around, and these strange humans enjoyed the deaths of two similar people.

Tuladin Owo picked up his weapon, as if nothing had happened, a mechanical and numb patrol.

He knew that this was just the beginning.

After a while, four humans broke in from four directions, one shot arrows at him, and one hit his shield and sent him a "sarcasm" and the two rushed towards the wooden house.

Tuladin Owo raised his head and roared, a yellow light flashed on his body, engraved on his face, and the [totem pattern] on his chest came alive, his strong and tall body expanded more than one circle, and his right foot, which had a sharp and inverted hook, stepped heavily on the ground. Four [ground spears] protruded to the ground, stringing four self-righteous humans into gourds.

"Damn it, too, too awesome, right?"

"Haha, it's enjoyable, amazing!"

"Who the hell can break in?"

"Didn't someone succeed?"

"That was a fisherman. At that time, one or two dozen people rushed together. Who would still be willing to take advantage of others now?"

"Then you're just making a fuck, let's go, let's go!"

"Don't, everyone will have a chance!"

"Yes, it depends on who is lucky, let's take a gamble."

"Don't listen to him. This bastard is waiting to touch the corpse, and my equipment is taken away."

“…”

Most of the players dispersed, and seven or eight players refused to leave, gathered together to discuss with ignorant ideas.

In the end, four people broke in and were killed by Tuladin Owo on the spot with the [Ground Spear]. Taking advantage of the time when the [Totem Skill] was cooled down and could not be fired, the remaining three people jumped in. The two of them launched a deadly charge at him, and one of them rushed towards the wooden house at an extremely fast speed.

Tuladin Owo made axe and ended up with the two people blocking him. Finally, the player had touched the door of the wooden house, and his face was filled with ecstasy expression.

The BOSS of the Novice Village flew out the one-handed axe.

The white light rose, and the player's expression freezes, screaming: "Ah, it's only one step away, only one step away!"

——When you enter the wooden house, it will be safe, isn’t it just one step away?

More than a dozen bodies were left at the scene.

Several players who didn't know who came out of that place guarded the corpse and just waited for the protection time to touch the corpse.

Unfortunately, no one is in the cooldown of resurrection.

"Grass, it's you again!"

"Vulture!"

"Thief!"

The resurrected player cursed, the player touching the corpse was not concerned, and ran away with a smile, not knowing where to go to the waiting group.

Tuladin Owo's surroundings became quiet, but he knew it would not take long.

These strange...humans reminded him of the plague. Every time they fail, they will make a comeback every time, and they will become stronger every time...

This made him deeply worried about the future of the tribe.

Fortunately, they are not large.

The BOSS of the novice village looked at the players who were gathering again, and continued to patrol numb and mechanically.
Chapter completed!