However, it is not enough to know the source of the earthquake. We also need to find out the identities of those strange figures.
He remembered that there were no other creatures in that mine except mine-eating ants.
After walking out of Newt's pet shop, Sherlock took the blue-feathered bird snake and rushed towards the location of the former mine-eating ant mine.
As a game, the environment on the continent of Faerûn has a strong ability to recover. Monsters are refreshed, trees grow, and the terrain changes very quickly.
The woods that were destroyed just after the earthquake are now back to how they were when Sherlock first came, and even the mines are intact.
This mine that produces silver ore has been flooded with players since the day it was discovered.
The small mine was already overcrowded, with three or four miners gathering at almost every mining site taking turns to mine.
Sherlock didn't stay in the passage outside for long, and walked straight to the stone chamber where the queen ant was. He suspected that those mysterious figures might have come out of that hole.
After getting rid of a few wandering miner-eating ants, the stone chamber was not far away from him, and a fierce fighting sound reached his ears first.
Listening to this voice, the formation is quite large.
Hiding in the shadow of the passage, Sherlock turned into a jungle cat and quietly observed the battle at the door of the stone chamber.
It was not a boss fight, but a group fight between two players. He estimated that the total number of people was at least a hundred. A battle of this scale was already considered very large in the early stage.
After all, everyone's main goal now is to upgrade, and generally they will not conduct PK easily, especially in this kind of attack. You don't know how you will die if you are not careful.
Of course, if there is enough profit in it, this is not impossible. Haven't any celebrities said that with 50% profit, people will dare to take risks.
In the game, let alone 50%, 100 gold coins can make people sell their lives.
Sherlock remembers that the ore-eating ant queen is a lord-level BOSS. If you grab one of the drops, you will become rich overnight.
The risk is only the loss of one level of experience, which is equivalent to a costless transaction for the players, which is enough for them to kill each other.
The people blocking the door of the stone chamber can be roughly divided into two groups. Although the number of people on the side near the stone door is small, their organization and discipline are much better than the mob on the outside. They stubbornly guard the door under the impact of waves.
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It seems that there is another dispute between individual players and big guilds.
No matter what game they play, players with these two identities are almost always opposed to each other.
Generally speaking, many BOSS resources in the wild will be divided up by large guilds, leaving only some water for individual players to fight for.
But there are no absolutes in the world, it's just about playing games, and individual players are not so easy to bully. From time to time, they will fight with players from large guilds for various reasons.
As a professional player, Sherlock must be on the side of the individual. He may not dare to challenge someone alone, but he doesn't have so many worries when he is among a crowd.
What's more, if he doesn't clear out the guild players guarding here, his mission will not be able to continue.
"Tell me, brothers, come together and kill them!"
"Kill all the Wushuang dogs and grab the BOSS."
"If you have friends, please call them over quickly. They can't hold it any longer."
There are obviously several players among the individual players who are constantly fanning the flames, and even though they are hiding in the dense crowd, they don’t know who is making the noise.
In fact, it is very difficult for this kind of battle to happen without anyone instigating it.
From the shouts among the players, Sherlock also knew the identity of the party guarding the door. He was a Wushuang person and a well-known large guild, but the two parties had never interacted before.
The battle between the two sides gradually became more intense with the continuous attrition, especially on the Sanren side. Players in the front row died one after another. Sherlock relied on his own technical and attribute advantages to always wander among the various battle groups.
Constantly looking for opportunities to use dirty tricks.
Little did he know that his behavior at the moment had attracted someone's attention.
"Did you see that druid who turned into a cat girl? I've been paying attention to him for a long time. He has killed five of our brothers in such a short time. I tried to focus the fire several times but he ran away. I can only
Let you take action." The shield warrior on the Wushuang side who had been commanding from the center called a thief from the rear and whispered to the side.
The thief nodded and withdrew from the crowd, his body slowly disappearing in place.
Sherlock had just stabbed a monk to death from behind when he was suddenly startled. He jumped forward and left the place without even picking up what the other monk dropped.
"How is that possible!" The thief who showed his figure released his sap, and looked at the druid who escaped from his hands in surprise.
He knew that his stealth level was only average, and it would not be surprising to find traces when facing an expert.
But now it is not a 1V1PK in a quiet battle field, but a melee with hundreds of people. In such a noisy environment, the thieves' stealth is almost flawless.
How was it discovered?
If you ask Sherlock this question, he may not be able to answer it himself. If he really wants to give a reason, he can only use his voice.
On the way back to Sequoia Town, Mu Liuxi taught him for a long time.
Although the listening skills she described in her literary youth state were really artistic, Sherlock, who had always lacked artistic talent, rarely understood it.
He has begun to try to escape his perception during the battle.
This state of perception does not require him to distinguish what the various sounds around him are and where they are coming from.
Just integrate all the sounds into the surrounding environment and treat them as part of the environment.
At this time, if there are any sudden changes, it will immediately attract his attention.
The sound the thief made just now when he waved his dagger was like this, like a whistle suddenly added to a grand symphony, inconspicuous but very abrupt.
This suddenness immediately struck a chord in his heart, causing him to make evasive movements without hesitation.
"So this is the feeling Muzi was talking about." Sherlock had vaguely grasped the mystery of this way of perception.
Before he could think about it again, the thief had already approached again.
Throwing out a storm shuriken to stop the opponent's forward attack, Sherlock Ice Soul slashed past him.
"So fast!" The thief didn't expect that a druid could draw his sword faster than him. As soon as he dodged the shuriken, the opponent's scimitar had already hit his face.
catwalk!
Directly passing through the two daggers that the opponent had set up to block, Sherlock's knife did not lose its momentum. Ice Soul accurately hit the thief's head, followed closely by another strike from the cat's claw enhanced by the magic claw technique.
Throwing a entanglement spell at the opponent's feet, he quickly struck the opponent's back with his scimitar a few times, then turned around, jumped back, and rushed out towards the Sanren side.
"Goodbye!" A gust of wind instantly appeared on Sherlock's hand in mid-air.
