This was so embarrassing. Sherlock stood in the other corner of the cave, thinking whether to escape or strike first.
As a player, he will naturally not abide by such bullshit rules. The question now is whether he can beat these three barbarians. His strength cannot be judged by his appearance alone, and it is impossible for the opponent to not notice it when using the reconnaissance scroll.
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While he was weighing the pros and cons, the storm outside finally started to rage. Along with bursts of lightning and thunder, a strange sound came from the side of the cave, like the cry of some small creature.
A few minutes later, a large group of ferocious rats suddenly sprang out from the rubble. In panic, they directly attacked the four people present.
Dire Rat (Elite): Level 22, HP 3176, skill bite, disease.
This small creature is not very powerful individually, but if more than 30 of them appear together, it will be a bit troublesome.
Sherlock turned into a half-cat form to avoid the attack, but his attention was focused on the three barbarians on the other side.
The three of them are all warriors, and it is not easy to deal with the attacks of dire rats.
With the brain of a barbarian, it would be impossible to think of retaining strength at this time.
Thinking like this, he gathered three huge storm shurikens in his hand and quickly threw them towards the barbarian who was in the most critical situation.
Then he closed and opened his hands, and two scimitars appeared in his hands.
Silent walk! Wild craze! Cat walk!
The space in the cave was not very big to begin with, but with the help of three skills, Sherlock's movement speed almost doubled, and he appeared behind the opponent in just an instant.
Lightning strike!-167!
A flash of lightning flashed, and the barbarian's body suddenly fell down.
“Uccidere questo Mezzo ELFO…”
The remaining two barbarians chattered for a while, and then surrounded them regardless of the ferocious rats biting them.
Before taking action, Sherlock had naturally seen the attributes of several NPCs. They were just warriors in their early 20s. Even ten, no, five of them with this level of strength would not pose any threat to him.
What's more, in such a narrow terrain, a druid holding a pair of swords has a much greater advantage than two warriors who can only use brute force.
A moment later, the two barbarians followed in the footsteps of their companions, leaving behind two pieces of sophisticated equipment and ending their ordinary lives.
I hope you can have a good pregnancy in the next refresh. This is probably the best blessing a player can give to an NPC.
Next, only this group of ferocious rats were left. Killing such a dense number one by one was troublesome. He turned into a fire monkey and summoned his own clone. The two blazing flames roared down and attacked with bare hands, resisting these.
The monster's bite left them charred on the outside and tender on the inside.
After cleaning up all the dire rats, Sherlock looked at the pile of rubble. It was not obvious before, but now that these dire rats were causing trouble, he also discovered something unusual about this place.
Judging from the traces at the entrance, this temporary shelter should have been formed recently, and it does not seem to be a cave, but the entrance of some kind of building.
After digging through the pile of rubble, the deep passage revealed inside also proved his suspicion. In other words, the place he found at random turned out to be a hidden ruins.
Relics and treasures are always bound together. As a player, there is absolutely no reason why you can't see a treasure mountain without breaking into it.
Lighting a torch, Sherlock transformed into a blue frog and carefully walked into the passage. Ruins and traps are also two inseparable things, and a high enough perception can always detect hidden dangers in advance for him.
Walking through the passage, the swaying fire illuminated the rock wall, reflecting the incomplete murals above. The passage of time cannot conceal the magnificence of these murals. Even outside adventurers can learn about the unknown period through them.
history.
It started with a massive elven civil war, then continued heavy rains, painful wails, a great migration, and finally the portraits of several gods.
Although it is not clear what they depict, Sherlock has already guessed who the protagonists of these murals are.
One of the portraits of the gods includes Rose, the Spider Queen, and the famous drow city Eredlin in the Underdark is located under the High Wasteland. So not surprisingly, this should be a story about the drow elves.
At the end of the passage is a huge stone door, which is densely covered with elven characters.
As a half-elf, Sherlock naturally knows the Elvish language and has no problem listening and reading normally. However, he couldn't understand most of the words in front of him. He could only vaguely recognize bloodline, trial, sword selection, etc.
Wait for a few symbols.
This is indeed Elven script, but in fact, as time goes by, the scripts of various ethnic groups are constantly evolving. Players only master the grammar of this time period, and the Elven scripts from a hundred years ago or even ten thousand years ago are not the same as
It's completely different now, so it's not surprising that he can't be recognized.
However, when seeing the word "bloodline", most players can think of the most common way to open the door, and Sherlock is no exception.
I saw him cutting his palm open with a knife and pressing it against the circular seal of the gate.
As the blood filled the grooves forming the formation seal, a sense of distortion from space acted on his body, and then a white light flashed and he disappeared from the spot.
When Sherlock regained consciousness again, he found that he was already in a wasteland, with a cliff behind him and countless orcs in front of him, almost forming a wave sweeping in from a distance.
Apart from fuck, there are no other words that can describe his mood at this moment.
This is illusion, this is illusion, this is illusion...
When the orc's foul body odor reached his nose, Sherlock finally accepted this fact.
The familiar 0/1000 data in the upper left corner of the camera almost eliminates the possibility of his escape. So the only way to leave here or survive is to kill 1,000 orcs.
However, this is not a grass-cutting game like Dynasty Warriors. This is a living orc. With this number, one person can drown them with just one spit. How can he kill them and stab them with a stick?
"This kind of challenge, at least give me an unparalleled skill." Since he couldn't resist, he could only enjoy the fun. After Sherlock spit out the last word, the sky was enveloped in flames.
Anyone who has played battlefield games knows that in this situation, long weapons are the best choice. If there are no weapon restrictions, guns and halberds are the most suitable weapons.
