Fortunately, although this Jagged Aphid dragon monster area is not big, the terrain is still relatively complex, and there are still many refresh points of pterosaurs left in every corner. Players may not be able to take care of it.
Sherlock searched for a while and finally found a remote corner. There were only three spawn points and 16 monsters, but most of them were level 38 elites. Since the pterodactyl people were so generous, he naturally didn't want to embarrass the other party.
.
A group nearby had obviously been greeted, and when they saw him coming, they very wisely asked the person who led the monsters to completely abandon these three points. This location was indeed a bit far from their gathering place, and every time they pulled
Strange people can only take away three or four of them, and it won't be a problem if they let them go.
This is probably a win-win situation,
It's just that they are a win-win situation, and the people who have been hiding here to steal monsters are not happy. As soon as Sherlock brushed a few of them, a priest jumped out of the grass not far away.
"Brother, do you understand the rules? If you wipe out all the monsters like this, the pterodactyl people will find you later and no one will eat them."
This person probably didn't see Sherlock greeting the Pterodactyl people, and thought he was sneaking in just for a look.
There are no pointed ears, the face is relatively rounded, and the stature is a bit short, but the overall appearance does not appear to be proportionally reduced, so it should be a human being.
The pattern on the other professional badges on the chest is a giant dragon with five heads, namely white, black, green, blue and red. This is the dragon god Tiamat, whose followers are rare in Faerûn.
, especially on a human player.
Tiamat's alignment is lawful evil, and his teachings are, okay, I don't remember this, but people who believe in him should not be bad people.
Wearing heavy armor and holding a pickaxe in his hand, I don't know if he is a warrior or a priest.
Sherlock looked at the people coming up and down. He had recently been exercising his logical thinking ability intentionally or unintentionally. The game of Forgotten Kingdom is not as good as before. There are quite a lot of puzzle settings. If you want to get better development, you can't
Don't let your brain show off anymore.
And now his high level of perception has given him keen observation, and his unremitting reading has given him a wealth of experience. After his brain mutation, his thinking ability has also become much more active, which means he already has a template similar to Sherlock Holmes, as if
There is really no reason to continue being stupid.
What you need now is to integrate these abilities into your own behaviors and habits.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, deaf mute."
Squirrel Mandarin Fish: Race human, professional priest, faith in Tiamat, alignment lawful evil, level 3o.
I guessed it all, but of course I had to use the Truth Vision to verify it in the end, "Yes, I guessed it right again!"
Seeing the expression on the other side's face, Sherlock also realized that his behavior was a bit excessive, and quickly said: "I'm sorry, the pterosaur has given this place to me, so if you want to steal monsters, I hope you can find another place."
"Master, you can't finish it all by yourself, leave a few for me." Squirrel Mandarin Fish is not a newbie anymore. Of course, he knows that the people who can make a first-class guild sell face will definitely not be ordinary players. He has changed his previous arrogance.
Attitude, he said pitifully.
"Sorry, I've finished brushing it."
Normally, a five-man team might not be able to cope with 16 level 38 monsters in one refresh period, but Sherlock couldn't even refresh enough on his own, so why would he be willing to let another priest do it?
"Oh, Master, don't be so stingy, 4 is enough. Look at my little girl. It's not easy for her to level up alone. You just have to pity me." The squirrel mandarin fish stared with cute eyes.
She said, she is already very familiar with this routine. No man can resist her coquettishness and cuteness. Who gave her a natural loli face? Hahahahahaha...
Only this time, the figure of the druid in front of her jumped away from her eyes and went to fight monsters on her own, and also stuffed back what she was going to say next.
Ah, shouldn't these game masters be all lolita fans? Is it because I'm old and my appearance is no longer good, or maybe the other person likes the royal sister type? Squirrel thought while identifying the identity of the druid in front of him.
The next routine.
Apart from Sherlock, there is no other famous player in this transformation form. Yes, he seems to be a cross-dresser, not a transvestite. No wonder he rejected me so easily. Maybe he should adopt the style of a close eldest sister.
Sherlock had finished killing the remaining 7 monsters, but the priest had not left yet. He could only stand in the distance and said cautiously: "You should be a professional player too. You should understand the rules. If you want to fight with me,
I don’t mind it either.”
There is a saying that is very popular in martial arts games: There are three kinds of people in the world that you cannot afford to offend: monks, women, and children, unless the three of them get together.
Squirrel is a lone priest with a higher level than him and is from the evil camp. Even a fool would know that it is not simple, let alone a veteran like him.
He spoke so resolutely, but Squirrel still did not flinch, and did not take action. Instead, he showed what he thought was the warmest and kindest smile and said: "You see how dangerous it is for a person to kill monsters. I am a priest, how can I still do it?"
It's good at melee combat, capable of fighting, resisting, and dealing damage. It makes me feel safe when I take it with me."
"Um, no need, I still want one person to upgrade." Sherlock was ready to take action, but he reached out to avoid hitting the smiling man. Face was given to each other, so he had to coldly refuse again.
"Master, how boring is it to level up alone? I can also accompany you to eat, drink and chat."
"I can still tell you jokes. Once upon a time, there was a grassland..."
"Singing, in that far away place..."
"Do you like dancing? I can do hip-hop and ballet. You see..."
…
After Sherlock finished slaying another wave of monsters, the priest had not given up on performing her embarrassing talents, but she must have reached her limit. No girl could bear this kind of humiliation.
"Hey, Sherlock, after all, I am a little beauty, and I have been hanging out with you here for so long. If you don't say anything, believe it or not, I will go to the forum and accuse you of molesting me."
"Are you done? Let's go now."
"No!" Squirrel Mandarin Fish came over angrily with his hands on his waist, and the next second, he sat on the ground and hugged Sherlock's thigh and wailed: "Master, it's not easy for me. My family owes a lot of debt.
I still have three younger brothers to support, and I just hope that I can get some instant noodles money from this game. Just take pity on me, oh wow—"
Being flexible and flexible has always been an essential quality for a professional player, and Sherlock had done even more undignified things back then.
But this is relatively rare for women, especially beautiful women. After all, they always have one more way out. Sometimes he even fantasizes that he is not a beautiful woman, so that he can play games every day as long as he sacrifices a little bit of lust.
There are also people who will give him money and artifacts.
