"Miss Milu, you have also seen that this mission is too dangerous. I wonder if you can give us a reward first."
"Adventurer, I really can't get anything out of you right now, but as long as you can send me to Lost Soul Mountain, you can get whatever you want."
A familiar name and a familiar voice made Sherlock stop in his tracks. He had heard Karin say that the other party followed a group of adventurers and he was a little pity, but he didn't expect to meet him in this place now.
How could this helpless tavern waiter think of going to Lost Soul Mountain? It was not a good place to go.
"Miss Milu, I'm sorry, but if we don't get enough reward, we will have no choice but to abandon your commission."
"How could you do this? We clearly agreed."
"Then I'm sorry, we can only take one step first."
Sherlock squatted on a branch nearby and watched the group of players run away. Giving up on this kind of escort mission would affect the direction of the faction. Fortunately, there were no Paladins among them, otherwise this behavior could be taken away directly.
The opponent's spellcasting ability.
Mirulu, who was left alone in the swamp, looked at the mist around her with a look of despair on her face. Her ability to control the wind element was gradually getting stronger, but without the guidance of a teacher, she could only make a small
The whirlwind technique cannot cause any damage to the monsters here, which are at least level 25.
The green-clawed lizard tribe that robbed her before was not far away, and she could be captured again at any time. If that were the case, she would definitely take her own life before being humiliated.
These greedy adventurers should not have been trusted in the first place, as well as that damn half-elf druid...
"Hey, my dance partner, the beautiful and charming Miss Milu, why is she crying here alone? If you have anything sad to say, tell me to make me happy."
As soon as she thought of someone, that familiar voice suddenly appeared behind her, and Mierlu immediately recalled the figure in her memory who had been teased by him several times.
Turning around, seeing the lightning-shaped mark on the other person's forehead and the unicorn badge on the chest, Millu confirmed the identity of the person who came, wiped the tears with her hands and said with a smile: "Has anyone told me?"
You should give the other person a warm embrace at this time."
"Sorry, it seems no one is like me..."
Just as Sherlock was mid-sentence, the half-elf in front of him who hadn't stopped sobbing ran into his arms.
"Hey, Mil, if you want to have a romantic encounter with me, I can only apologize and say that a few light bulbs are coming." He pointed at the green-clawed lizard man charging towards him and said angrily.
.
He really enjoys the feeling of having a beautiful woman in his arms, but there are always some people who don't know much about style.
Natural transformation - giant swamp frog!
Sherlock rolled his tongue and put Milu on a tree nearby.
With the touch of ice, a cold light appeared on his hand, and he put one hand on the shoulder of the green-clawed lizard in front, freezing the opponent and jumping out in succession.
After dodging the lizard man's charge, his three-color, four-edged sword danced in the air with a colorful light. In less than 30 seconds, a total of four monsters fell to the ground.
This level 25 ordinary monster can't withstand three sword strikes from him, so it's not really a challenge.
Just after clearing out a wave of obstructing monsters, the obstructing people came again, and the players who had just left actually returned.
Instead of seeing the expected situation where the NPC was besieged, there was a Druid player standing next to a pile of monster corpses. This situation made the visitors puzzled.
"Mog, what's going on? That NPC is not dead, right? Then we are not in a cocoon."
"It's impossible. There's no body on the ground."
"It's impossible for her to run far in such a short time."
The players were muttering in the distance, but they didn't want Sherlock to hear everything they said.
In fact, there is a team channel in the game, but unless under some special circumstances, few people will use it to replace more convenient language communication. This also provides a broader stage for eavesdropping maniacs like Sherlock.
Let's just say, Millu's hidden mission doesn't look simple. Most people wouldn't be willing to give up like this. It turns out that they are playing hard to get.
This trick is quite useful. If you encounter an NPC without force, it is possible to increase the mission reward if you do this once. However, if you are discovered, the favorability between the two will probably be cleared.
"Hello, we are looking for another half-elf female NPC. Have you seen her?" A female player from the opposite team came out and asked. Her voice was soft and her appearance was average. She should be considered a relatively common cute girl.
Although the other party's behavior was very bad, Sherlock, a professional player, had never done anything shameless for money before, so he couldn't accuse them from the moral high ground.
And apart from morality, they seemed to have done nothing wrong in other aspects.
After all, NPCs are only virtual despite their high intelligence, and ultimately they are only there to serve the players.
"I saw it, let's go there!" Sherlock said nonsense with a glance.
It would be nice if we could deceive these people away, so as to save him from having to go to the knife.
It's just that Mirlu is just an ordinary person after all. It's a bit difficult to hide in a tree without making any noise.
The friction sound made by the sliding footsteps attracted the players who stopped below.
"Friends, this is our mission NPC. She accidentally got lost just now. We will take her away immediately." Knowing that the other party was lying to them, these people still did not take action.
As he said that, a druid in the opposing team turned into a spotted leopard and climbed up the tree. Before he could climb twice, a stream of blue-yellow air flew past his ears and pierced the hand he was holding on to the tree trunk.
The claws fell down in panic.
"Friend, what do you mean?" Seeing their teammates being attacked, the other four people in the team drew their weapons and were ready to take action at any time.
"Oh, it's not interesting. This NPC is mine now, how about you give me some face?" Sherlock once again held a wind and thunder shuriken between the index and middle fingers of his right hand and said politely.
"What the hell are you talking about..." The leader of the elf clan just started to speak, but suddenly saw the message in the team channel, and could only hold back his anger, "Friend, I am the captain of the elite team of Luan Wu Tianxia, this NPC is indeed
We met first, you are so unruly."
"I am the captain of the second regiment of Wanbang's main force. I don't know if this reputation is enough." Sherlock actually did not wear a guild badge, he was just pretending to be used to it, so he said it smoothly in a short time.
The group of people obviously didn't believe his nonsense, but that one blast of thunder shuriken directly knocked out two-thirds of Damoka's health. This combat power had to be scary.
