"Magic melody, what is written in the letter?" Soth lowered his head and carefully wiped the dust and mud on the black gauntlet. He asked absently. The spotless moonlight zigzagged through the dense branches and leaves and sprinkled on his forearm.
, leaving a few faint spots of light. Other than that, there was an endless deep darkness in the forest. Occasionally something would pass through the water in the darkness, causing a splash of water.
"He scolded the commander of the scout corps from head to toe."
"That old guy?" The Black Knight smiled under the mask: "It's inevitable. He was an old man who joined during the Furtag uprising. He was very self-righteous. And I was still hanging out with the devil at that time. As for you
Well, it seems you only met me around the time of the third war?"
"Well, we had a fight at that time." The young mage smiled slightly: "This is called not knowing each other without fighting."
Soth gently brushed off the dirt on his hand armor and said, "But are you so sure that that person is with the Bloody Slayer?"
"If there is a mage among them, it must be him." Magic Melody glanced at his companions and replied.
"So what about that old guy? He must be staring at this big fish," the black knight raised his head: "So, how are you going to deal with him?"
"He wants to deal with Palin, but that is impossible. Palin must be my target. But I still need the help of his scout army, so I might as well let the despair stabilize him first. Anyway, we will investigate later.
That's all." Magic Melody replied as he walked away: "He is from the circle of Ace of Spades. It's not like I don't know what they want. They are a group of short-sighted guys."
Soth looked at his companion who was quiet for a moment and asked: "How important is this goal to you?" He paused and continued: "I mean, what was your original purpose?"
"Power, there is only one king in a field. If you defeat him, I will be the number one player mage." The smile on the young mage's face remained unchanged and he replied lightly: "Players will only remember the one who is at the top.
Man, there was only one reason why I came to the Hand of Despair in the first place, and that was because Nessus promised to give me power." He said as he patted the big black book in his hand.
"I thought you were indifferent to the world, but I didn't expect you to be a paranoid guy." The Black Knight couldn't help but chuckle, and said angrily: "It's just a false reputation, why should you value it so much?"
"And you?"
"I was dumped by a woman, so I just want to take revenge on society."
"In the game?"
"In the game."
"Why?"
"She said I was too isolated from the world."
Magic Melody smiled: "Then there is no essential difference between us."
Soth glanced at his companion and nodded: "We are all the same kind of people, so this is really a miracle."
"How to say?"
"Hands of Despair is a collection full of all kinds of vents. We show the most essential side here. For example, me, you, and many more people,
In fact, we are willing to be used by others, right? What resistance, what freedom, bullshit. Without oppression, there is no resistance. Those strangers have never hindered us, man, on the contrary." The Black Knight laughed coldly and knocked.
Knocking on his visor and making a banging sound: "But weak guys need a reasonable reason to take revenge on the world outside themselves. Because these poor guys are always chattering, always complaining, and always dissatisfied."
He continued: "Actually, you and I both understand that the empire built on the ruins after overthrowing all rules is still a pyramid where a few people rule the majority, but why are so many people still so obsessed with it? For example, the ace of spades
They do it because the benefits can be redistributed. Or you and I, and many more people, may just want to be hysterical and act like a lunatic."
"You have made it difficult for too many people by saying that," the young mage smiled: "There are many times when I want to ask you to have some moral integrity."
"Anyway, those idiots can't hear it. If you want to be a madman, you have to be more thorough; this is the carnival before the end of the world. You know that most of the desperate hands in the game are not normal people. They let out a weird metallic laugh, which makes people far away
The preparatory members of Magic Saw from far and near couldn't help but stay away. In their opinion, although this commander was a player who wanted to be a good player, his personality was a little weird.
"Indeed, the existence of the Hand of Despair is indeed more like a miracle," Magic Melody nodded: "But at least until now, the goals of the madmen among us are still the same. For example, Shi Palin, I want
Defeat the owner of this title. And the commander of the Scout Legion also has the same idea as us. As long as he doesn't interfere with it, I won't break up with him."
"He doesn't have the guts." Soth replied disdainfully: "It's about how strong that person is. Have you seen him?"
The young mage nodded: "I met him once, a long time ago, when I was still in the tower. As for how strong he is, I don't know, but I guess he won't be much more powerful than the Lord of Sinking."
." He patted his big black book and replied: "So, if he only relied on that book, he would be dead."
"It's a pity that his team is not here. How do you think the Shining Gold Coin compares to the Silent Killer?"
"What do you think?" Magic Melody turned around and asked after hearing this question.
Following the mage and the black knight is a monk wearing gray and black cloth robes. If you have a good memory, you may recognize his attire. He is the Absolute One, a believer in the destruction of Siskena. He
After hearing the young mage's question, he couldn't help but curl his lips: "Silent Slayer? Except for a few people in the Dragon Slayer team, the others are too far behind."
"I heard that the Silent Slayer had a fight with Shining Gold Coin a year ago and lost by a hair in the end." Standing behind the Black Knight, a rogue said. He is not the most common halfling race in this profession, or even the most common halfling race in this profession.
They are not elves who are good at searching and investigating, but humans - their face is a little yellow, their eyes are sunken, and their cheeks are sunken, giving people a gloomy first impression.
"Then maybe we still have a chance to move one more person forward." The little dwarf next to the wanderer said eagerly. Half of his body was sunk in the mud, but he couldn't help but dance: "I told you earlier.
Well, these veteran teams are just relying on their reputation for a long time."
But Soth just smiled after hearing this.
"What are you going to do, old man?" he asked.
"I don't care about the process, only the result. As long as we defeat Shining Gold Coin, others won't care about how we defeated. There is no justice on the battlefield." Magic Melody looked into the deep darkness ahead and answered softly:
"The shining gold coins are not in my eyes, they are just an elite adventure team. In fact, I am more concerned about how fast the Bloody Slayers react. They must know our action plan. Since the last battle, I have discovered that the Hand of Despair
There is their informant inside..."
When the magician said this, everyone around him couldn't help but nodded in agreement.
"So?" But the Black Knight still had a disapproving attitude.
Magic Melody shook the letter in his hand: "The good news is that that person seems to be an arrogant guy. From the news coming back from the front, it seems that he is rushing towards us. It seems that he wants to teach us a lesson.
But it doesn't matter. He doesn't know us, but we know him. Therefore, Mr. Palin may suffer a big loss this time. I plan to give Uncle Zhang a false message to let his scouts go to the front. On the one hand, to avoid being
The master from Star Lake collided head-on - his area of effect spells are too powerful, so it would be better for us to use an elite team to give him a greeting gift; secondly, it would also allow the scout legion to deal with what the Bloody Slayer might do.
reaction……"
He pondered for a moment and continued: "Although I don't believe that the Bloody Slayer would break his muscles and bones for a master Palin, but if they dare to do it, I don't mind giving them a severe cramp."
"The third aspect, you want to eat alone, right?" Soth looked at him and asked with a malicious smile.
But this time the young mage shook his head: "No, I plan to use the entire magic saw."
"Hey, this doesn't quite suit your character."
"I said. In fact, I don't care about the process, as long as the result. As long as I defeat Master Palin and make him disappear forever, then I will naturally be the number one mage in the eyes of others. Maybe once is not enough, but it doesn't matter, I have
Be patient." Magic Melody looked at his companions and replied simply.
"Is this the style of our magic saw?"
"exactly."
"Despicable enough, I like it."
…
The eleven scout players of Team 47 of the Third Division of the Hand of Despair Scout Legion were stunned as soon as they pushed away the grass. Although they had expected that the battle ahead would be fierce, they did not expect it to be so fierce.
In the gray dark field of vision, the corpses of his companions lay scattered in the mud and bushes like piles of tattered cotton wool that no one wanted. Those corpses with intact limbs were okay - but more of them were the kind that were
The mysterious force tore it apart arbitrarily - leaving only bits and pieces of corpses like burnt remains, making the whole scene simply too horrible to watch.
It only took a mere eighteen seconds and six rounds. When they arrived here, they could only receive thirty-two corpses, including two hunters.
This is the organization of the entire 22nd Team. This team was formed in Hyperion Town and was named the One-Horned Eagle. It has experienced the Second War and the Fourth War (the last war, the annihilation of the Griffin Knights)
), there are many famous old players in it, but they are not comparable to their newly formed rookie team.
But even so, they were all killed within a few rounds.
The eleven players looked at each other, and they couldn't help but feel an unreal feeling in their hearts. It's not that they had never experienced PK between players, but at most, the two sides fought several times, and then each left a few corpses, and the side with the advantage
Maybe they will take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but if the opponent still has the will to resist, they may not be able to get away with it.
Instead of dying like this, they died here in a strange way, with only a few previous cries for help left - the voices were so urgent at the time, and then suddenly fell silent - and then all that was left to them was a pile of corpses.
"Didn't I say there are only six people on the other side? What's going on?" A player was stunned for a long time before he remembered and asked stammeringly.
"Five, the Porcupine team fought tooth and nail to kill one." Another person added.
But the answer to these two sentences was a long period of dead silence.
??Then someone scolded: "What nonsense, five? More than thirty people of the One-Horned Eagle were wiped out like this? Is it an elite group or a scout team on the other side? It's probably the bastards in front who haven't even figured out the number of people for so long.
, it’s really embarrassing to be sent to grandma’s house.?
The others stared at each other, but no one could stand up and refute a word. Since leaving Tail of the Lizard, they had had several contact battles with the mysterious scout team, but at the beginning they were elusive.
, each time leaving a pile of corpses before they could react. Later, out of despair, the commander simply withdrew the cannon fodder team to the second line and pressed forward with regular scout teams. This time, the effect was immediate, encircling the circle.
Gradually, I can capture the other party's whereabouts first.
But what they didn't expect was that just capturing the whereabouts was useless, because they soon discovered that they didn't have a team that could hold back the opponent. The most successful one was probably just now - the Hand of Despair spent the entire independent effort.
As a price, the Horned Eagle only left the opponent with only eighteen rounds.
In the end, it was a step slower.
Whenever these Hand of Despair scouts think of this, they can't help but raise their heads and look into the darkness in the forest, guessing who their enemies are. But while they are guessing, the commander of the Hand of Despair hunter unit
Thoughts of despair are not impatient at all. On the contrary, the young man is now thinking about how to get rid of the commander of the scout regiment who he finds extremely disgusting.
Under his instruction, all the reports from the front line were changed. In Uncle Zhang's opinion, Xiao Fen and his party were breaking through the siege of the hunter troops and escaping to the northwest - but the actual result was exactly the opposite, and he knew the despair.
bright.
The young man raised his head with a piece of letterhead. He glanced at the middle-aged man with a shiny face, suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and said: "Uncle Zhang, Councilor Magic Melody has ordered you to bring the main team of the Scout Legion here.
Go to the Sword Swamp in the northwest to intercept the opponent..."
"That guy's order from Magic Melody?" Uncle Zhang frowned subconsciously, but then he was stunned: "Let me go?" He pointed to himself in disbelief, and most of the senior people in the Hand of Despair were wondering.
Knowing the relationship between Magic Melody and the mage Palin, no one would believe that that guy would give him the chance to defeat the other party.
"Of course, you are only responsible for intercepting him, and the magic saw will take care of the rest." The young man snorted.
The commander of the Hand of Despair Scout Legion raised his eyebrows, hoping to intercept him. As for whether to kill him or not, it was not up to him. At worst, he could just make a mistake at the end. Killing the first player mage is a great honor.
, as for whether he would break up with Magic Melody, he had never worried about this.
Desperate Thoughts knew what this guy was thinking just by looking at the expression on his face, but at this time he didn't point it out. He just reminded him according to the magic melody: "Be careful, maybe the bloody slayer will do something."
action."
Uncle Zhang hummed twice: "Those frightened rabbits are not a threat even if they burst out of their dens. You can rest assured if you leave it to me, my people are not rookies in the army. They are
They are all the elites of the Hands of Despair."
The young man glanced at him and said nothing.
When the Hands of Despair began to mobilize intensively, Xiao Fen and his four temporary team members had just escaped from the one-horned eagle. The encirclement of the Hands of Despair had become tighter and tighter.
The addition of a new group of Hands of Despair scouts put tremendous pressure on them.
However, Xiao Fen is not in a hurry. Judging from a letter he received not long ago, it seems that Forge Iron, Yun and the others are very close to this place. As long as capable team members like Shining Gold Coin join them, these people behind them will be nothing more than a mob.
He couldn't help but look at the sky, hoping to see Vladis and Mailibele earlier, but through the layers of branches and leaves of the dwarf red trees, there was only a dark sky.
The team advanced along a waist-deep muddy water, surrounded by only endless bare tree trunks and patches of low shrubs on the higher ground in the distance. Everyone except the mage was a little nervous, because before
The most dangerous encounter in the battle was that one of the enemy's scouts actually had a trigger-type magic storage item. In order to save Hadran and the ice blue monk Xiaoyu who were blocking the front, they were directly killed by the explosion. Because of this
The soldier who has always been a bit carefree about things is still feeling a little depressed.
Binglan also looked unhappy. She looked at the mage and the second hand who were leading the way. She wanted to say something, but in the end she swallowed it all.
But at this moment, the girl felt a small hand holding hers. She was stunned for a moment, and looked over in shock, only to see the little girl's childish face: "Sister Binglan, at this time, there is only victory.
That’s the best explanation!”
"kindness?"
"I mean, no one wants their sacrifice to be worthless." The little paladin princess said seriously.
Binglan was startled, then nodded: "Actually, I understand
It’s white, but thank you anyway.”
The little girl smiled slightly.
But at this moment, Xiao Fen in front raised his hand to tell everyone to stop. His face quickly darkened, and in his magical vision, three more desperate scouts appeared in the jungle ahead.
A small team, and it seems that this is obviously the advance team of a certain scout group. This can be seen from the position distribution of the opponent.
I met the big fish I imagined.
The mage raised his eyebrows, turned around and said to the others: "Everyone, please prepare your weapons now."
"What's wrong?" Miaozhen asked.
Xiao Fen was about to open his mouth to answer, but at this moment everyone heard a scream coming from the sky.
Everyone raised their heads subconsciously——
…
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