Although he knew that even an explanation based on Wanbang's actions would be of no use, but letting them spread the word casually would affect his credibility.
Sherlock walked out slowly and defended loudly: "Obviously you were the ones who stole my boss and I killed you, but now you have the nerve to trouble me. I have learned a lesson from Wanbang's style."
"You don't need to judge Wanbang's style. We have always acted this way." Hearing the voice of the real master Sherlock, an elf player dressed as a mage replied coldly.
"Two options, commit suicide and apologize. We, Wanbang, will just pretend that this incident never happened, or we will do it for you and we will have 30 seconds until all our equipment is exposed."
"Gray, that's not what I said!" The warrior players were obviously dissatisfied with Gray's decision. This was not what they said before. It would be too cheap for this druid to commit suicide once.
"Eric, it's not your turn to teach me what to do!" Gray glanced at the other person and ignored him. If it weren't for the sake of maintaining the reputation of the guild, he wouldn't bother to take care of this kind of thing. It's just that since he separated from Kyushu
Well, it seems that Wanbang is no longer the Wanbang in his heart.
Everyone thought that Gray's handling was tolerant, including Sherlock's teammates, and even he himself felt that this seemed to be a perfect ending.
Anyway, you just dropped a level, and at the current upgrade speed, you can level it back up in less than a day.
Faced with the siege of so many people, there was little hope of escaping.
And you can't implicate other innocent people because of your actions.
As long as you die once, you will never have trouble again.
"I hope you will keep your promise." Sherlock swung the scimitar and put it on his neck.
A cold light flashed!
Bingpo kissed his neck, then disappeared into his hands and fell back.
…
Meow--!
Natural transformation - jungle cat!
Sherlock's body that fell backwards completed the transformation before landing on the ground. He twisted his body and landed on all four paws, and rushed in the opposite direction to the mage.
In the end, he did not choose to commit suicide. If a decision requires a lot of reasons to convince yourself, then no matter how correct the decision is, it may not be what you want.
Because you don’t need a reason to follow your heart.
As for the rest, go to hell.
"Haha, why do things always develop into troublesome places!" The moment Gray saw Sherlock transforming, he tore off his robe, revealing his strong muscles.
Without chanting spells or waving the staff, a weak cold air condensed in his hands, instantly forming a pyramid-shaped ice spike. With a twist of his hands, he flew towards the galloping Sherlock.
"Why are you still standing there stupidly? Come on!" Eric reacted and immediately shouted excitedly to everyone. This situation was what he wanted to see.
System prompt: You have been kicked out of the team by captain Archipad!
Sherlock was not angry about Archipal's behavior. Strictly speaking, it was his personal behavior that affected the collective interests of the team. What they are doing now is understandable. If they didn't do this, it would be more troublesome.
But he didn't have time to think about how to deal with the aftermath now. The sudden action only gave him less than a second of buffer time.
As soon as he took two steps, long-range skills were chasing him. Since most of the attacks came from his back and sides, he didn't know how to dodge based on his perception. He could only choose to resist hard.
After the turn, his blood volume was reduced by more than half.
As for the second round of attacks, the players of the Wanbang Guild have made certain preparations and adjustments, and the hit rate will only be higher. Coupled with the obstruction of the melee profession, normally Sherlock will never be able to escape the encirclement they are gradually closing in on.
His only trump card was the enhanced cat walk, which he had been holding back on just to catch the opponent off guard when he finally broke through.
The second round of skills didn't take too long. Attacks like small fireballs, charged arrows, and holy strikes came from all directions, but Sherlock turned a blind eye and only repeatedly calculated the best opportunity in his mind.
Cat walk! The moment before various skills were about to hit, his figure suddenly accelerated and turned into a shadow, and he forcibly jumped over from the skill. When everyone looked again, he had successfully run out of the encirclement.
.
But before Sherlock could be proud, a rock thorn suddenly broke out of the ground. Whether it was a coincidence or calculated, the rock thorn happened to appear under him.
At this moment, his body was in the air while running fast. He had no way and no time to make any dodge action. He could only watch it pierce into his abdomen.
-32!
Sherlock looked at his remaining health points, which were less than 50, and did not dare to be careless anymore. His body that had just relaxed a little tightened up again, and he ran deep into the forest.
Right behind him, a shirtless Gray was riding his familiar, and a forest wolf flashed past.
"Chase!" The remaining people also chased after Eric's order.
…
"It's in this area, everyone, search!"
An hour later, Sherlock hid in a tree to avoid the Wanbang players who were chasing after him again, and quietly observed the situation around him.
He originally thought that with the druid's traceless movement and the agility of the jungle cat form, he would be able to get rid of the pursuers behind him quickly.
But whenever he just stopped to take a rest, Eric could always lead the players from Wanbang Guild to find his location.
He tried hiding in streams, caves, and dense forests, but was always found.
"What is it? The effect is not over yet." Sherlock has already guessed that the other party has props or skills that can track the player's position, and the caster is probably Eric who takes the lead.
Since you can't escape, you can only fight with your last resort.
He deliberately made a big circle and ran here, and reluctantly sprinkled all the honey he had collected nearby. Now everything was ready, all he needed was the east wind.
"Horton, did you smell a fragrance?" Naqi had a bad premonition as soon as he came to this forest.
"Well, it seems to be there. It seems to smell like honey."
"Honey, this is the spawn area for wild monsters. It can't be a round bear." Naqi finally knew where this sense of crisis came from.
But it was too late.
The smell of honey spread quickly, and the round bear with a keen sense of smell immediately smelled the tempting smell. Following the smell, it ran over and surrounded the group of uninvited guests.
Players from the Wanbang Guild looked at the approaching round bears, and each one gasped and backed away. No wonder they were timid, the round bears attracted by the honey were not one or two, but nine.
Nine three-meter-tall round bears were beating their chests and howling loudly, staring directly at the players present with their glowing red eyes, which would make anyone else faint.
