Chapter 672: It turns out that I am surrounded by people who cannot be messed with

The news from the Amazon sisters Des and Dena, as well as the Hanbag team's assassin Gris, who has a somewhat weak presence, is that because of the attack by the two teams, our Mr. Nite has already left.

The hunting team of fallen demons has been called back.

After everyone is gathered back, there are estimated to be more than ten thousand fallen demons in the entire Bisubosu camp. If they act now, it is basically the same as seeking death.

Take a look.

Hans shrugged his shoulders at me and smiled helplessly. This good-for-nothing king has no merits and is also the weakest among all the mini-bosses. He is just very vigilant and will immediately retreat into his turtle shell at the slightest sign of trouble.

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"Then what should we do?"

I glanced at the others. The desert warriors and barbarian mercenaries in the two teams were each carefully wiping their beloved weapons. It seemed that these big guys were not very enthusiastic about tactics and were used to following the captain.

Walk on foot.

Mickey, the mage from the KFC team, and the Demon God from the Hanbag team... uh, that's wrong, it's Paladin Baal, with a smile on his face and a confident look, but he didn't mean to say anything.

I am used to letting my captain take the lead.

Girl drinks soup.

I:"……"

"Hahahaha, isn't this a very simple thing?"

Ricken patted me on the shoulder and let out his unique, somewhat old and kind, yet somewhat heroic laugh.

"Bixu Bosu's clone, no matter how high its IQ is, is limited. Just watch. It could be as late as two days or as early as tomorrow. Its vigilance will soon be defeated by its belly. These fallen demons have never known what saving is.

Food, you will be starving soon."

That’s it, I clapped my hands and suddenly responded.

Monsters also need to eat, especially gluttonous monsters like the Sinking Demon. I think Bisubosu chose the grassland as his base because it has the most abundant food resources.

Although they won't starve to death, if they are hungry or if the weather is too bad, these monsters will be like Yan Eggplant, unable to get motivated, and they will not be able to exert even half of their usual combat effectiveness.

"Not only that, after they go out to hunt, we can attack again, leaving Bisu Bosu's hunting troops no time to hunt."

Hans on the other side chuckled, and the confidence in his words revealed the wisdom that a mage should have. Well, if you can ignore its dazzling clown-like red hamburger head.

The Hanbag team and the KFC team have been doing this for the past five or six days. In other words, the fallen demons in the Bisubosu camp have been hungry for five or six days.

Although it doesn't affect their combat effectiveness, they are also quite withered mentally. I asked how those fallen demons just kicked me so much, as if they would take the initiative to put their butts on my feet. It turned out that they were

I don't want to take on the challenge.

This is also the difference between monsters and adventurers. With a little wisdom and Bisu Bosu's strong vigilance, an entire camp of tens of thousands of fallen demons, whose combat power is hundreds of times our own, was trapped in trouble.

Therefore, sometimes it may not be a good thing to use your brain a little bit. For example, Bishubosu projection in the first world has no such concerns at all.

Either you have a high IQ and know how to plan, or you have no brains and a recklessness. Both can make adventurers wary. On the contrary, those who have a little brains but have enemies who are neither high nor low are the easiest to deceive.

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After taking lessons from Ricken and Hans, I summarized the final conclusion and soon developed a sense of intellectual superiority.

In the past, in the first world, everyone heard how smart the monsters in the second world were, and that they could no longer be dealt with using the previous methods. Now it seems that these were all alarmist. As long as the strategy is used properly, sometimes, the monsters in the second world can't be dealt with by the previous methods.

The clone is actually easier to deceive than the projection of the first world.

Of course, this also has a technical content, and it must include an understanding of the monster. For example, if you know that Bisu Bosu is too vigilant, you can find a way to take advantage of it.

If you think you can be like the monsters in the first world and capture them by just using your brain, then you are very likely to become another victim of the monster's IQ.

"but--"

As I kept thinking and summarizing, Ricken added.

"However, this tactic must be mastered to a certain extent."

Under my humbly seeking advice, Ricken squinted his eyes and laughed. Hans, who was watching aside, had his mouth straightened, trying to endure the contempt in his heart for Ricken who was explaining so righteously.

Who among the adventurers who have been in the camp for a year or two doesn’t know this common sense thing? How embarrassed are you to show off like this in front of newcomers?!

Considering the relationship of cooperation, Hans finally swallowed the bad words, and Ricken, who was just thick-skinned enough to ignore Hans's contemptuous gaze, continued his speech.

"Whether it is a monster or a human, there is a limit of tolerance in the heart. Once it exceeds this limit, he will go crazy. The same is true for the fallen demons, so it is good to let them starve and reduce their combat effectiveness, but

If they continue to be hungry and make them feel desperate, their morale will explode to an unprecedented level. Several teams have failed to grasp this speed in the past, and Bisubosu, who was driven crazy, personally led the adventure in which tens of thousands of Sinking Devils were drowned.

Team."

At the end of the sentence, Ricken's expression turned from proud to solemn. After all, this was not a fun thing, and the speed was not so easy to control.

People's hearts are unpredictable, and strange hearts are equally unpredictable. Who knows when those fallen demons will break out? If they suddenly break out in the battle, think about the desperate expressions of the fallen demons, holding them one by one without fear of death.

At that time, even if the whole group was not destroyed, few people could escape.

"Is this the principle that a sad soldier must win?" I said, clapping my palms.

"That's right, that's it." Seeing what I said was right, Ricken nodded immediately and said.

"In the previous training camp, the teacher clearly taught this word, but I always couldn't remember it. Brother Alsace is still smart, hahaha."

Naturally, Ricken's loud laughter caused Hans to roll his eyes desperately.

This is a matter of course. After all, I am a third-rate college student who graduated from an authentic nine-year compulsory education and an additional seven years of higher education. If my cultural level is not comparable to that of the warriors here in the Dark who mainly learn combat skills, then what will happen to me?

Aren’t sixteen years of youth spent on dogs?

Of course, compared with profound scholars like mages, I am far behind.

"In short, to be conservative, let's not challenge Hiroshi Bisu's limits. If we provoke him once or twice, I think it's almost time to consider launching a final attack."

Really unable to stand Ricken's idiotic behavior, Hans turned the fire stick in his hand and stabbed it heavily into the strong bonfire, drawing the final conclusion on this topic. Ricken did not say a word and obviously agreed with Hans' statement.

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The rest of the time was spent chatting in a daze. Neither I nor the Hanbag and KFC teams, which are the top adventurer teams here, seemed to bother to pass the time by leveling up with other little monsters here.

Everyone has only one goal, and that is Hiroshi Bisu.

During the leisure time, the gloomy sky over the icy plain gradually darkened, the temperature dropped several degrees, and a strong wind blew up, rolling up the withered and yellow grass all over the sky, extinguishing the bleakness of late autumn and the dead silence of early winter.

The rendering is full of atmosphere.

The air is relatively dry. It seems that it won't snow heavily tonight. This judgment makes everyone feel relieved, because judging from the current weather, it will definitely be windy tonight. If it snows heavily again,

It must have been a snowstorm.

Adventurers who have stayed in the icy wilderness know that once a blizzard breaks out here, it will not stop so easily.

As the blizzard continues for a long time, the plan to kill Bisu Hiroshi will be shelved. No one wants to fight a boss with thousands of subordinates in such harsh weather. Basically, this is self-inflicted abuse.

If the behavior is serious, it can rise to the level of seeking death.

After a while, the figures of the Amazon sisters and the assassin Gris came back dimly from the dark distance. Their mission was basically completed, and if there is a strong wind tonight, not many monsters will move. For us adventurers,

I mean, I was able to spend a more peaceful night.

When I saw the three people coming back, I unconsciously looked to where Hannah was sitting next to me, only to realize that she had disappeared at some point.

Probably when I was lost in conversation just now, I thought to myself and didn't pay attention.

"You guys came back just in time. You must be hungry. The soup is still hot."

Ricken and Hans invited the three of them to sit down. On top of the bonfire, the noon broth was still hot. After simmering for an afternoon, the soup inside became thicker and full of fragrance.

The three of them didn't show any politeness. They picked up the fragrant and hot broth and drank it in big gulps. Even a layman knew that investigation was a hard job, let alone in such a windy and windy climate.

Ricken and his friends and I just talked about the topic of strong men in the second world.

"By the way, in the martial arts tournament held by the First World last year, I heard that a paladin named Carlos won, right?"

Ricken glanced at Hans intentionally or unintentionally, and then said proudly,

The information communication between the first world and the second world is pretty good, and this happened a year ago. It's not surprising that Ricken knew about it, so I nodded without any surprise and confirmed Ricken's information.

"Look, it's not like you won the championship. Why are you so proud?" Faced with Ricken's pride, Hans finally couldn't help it.

"Huh, at least you are a Paladin like me, right? This shows that the profession of Paladin has a bright future even if you fight alone."

Ricken felt proud and didn't care about the sarcasm in Hans' tone.

"Lord Tarasha, you are also from our wizard faction, right?"

Hans glanced at Ricken lightly, and immediately wiped out any trace of the slight sense of superiority he had just developed in his heart.

Even though thousands of years have passed, Tarasha's reputation as the only being who has defeated the Demon God is still unmatched. Compared with his reputation, the title of First World Martial Arts Champion is too insignificant, and even Rickon can't.

Do not admit that the body being compared has no full skin.

So basically, if you give a certain example to a wizard to show how powerful your profession is, it must be to find criticism, because wizards have Tarasha.

Even the barbarians admit that in terms of strength, their great ancestor, the barbarian war god Bulkatho, is indeed a little bit behind Tarasha. Of course, in terms of bravery, no one can match him.

"Then in the second world, who are the strong people?"

Seeing Ricken and Hans staring at each other and threatening to have a quarrel, I asked quickly.
To be continued...