The current battle situation was quite favorable for everyone, but after Sherlock looked at the system prompts, he immediately became anxious again.
Regarding this regional plot, players have two choices, and the key point surrounding it is the devil's ritual.
Stop the ceremony, or help the ceremony go smoothly.
Once you grasp this key point, you will find that although the player side now has a slight advantage and has the possibility of further expanding this advantage, this behavior does not help to prevent the ritual at all.
For this seal that can be lifted through blood, the more intense the battle and the more casualties, the faster the seal will be lifted.
With the number of sahuagin, the ceremony is over without waiting for players to kill half of them.
"Those two devils should be guarding the Demon Prison Pot. If they want to destroy the ritual, the strength of the few of us is far from enough!" Samajar obviously also saw the problem.
Neither Maxian nor Liya are easy characters to deal with, let alone a group of people like Lysis who have accepted the power of the devil and can only be driven by it.
"What if we add the power of adventurers?"
A white light lit up on the deck, and a familiar voice came from it.
Looking at the figure jumping out of the portal, Sherlock said in surprise: "Celine, you're not leaving!"
"I encountered a battle between sea elves and sahuagin as soon as I came out, and there were even demons hiding among them. Of course I couldn't just stand by and watch." Celine jumped off the flash dog and explained.
"What you mean by the adventurer's power is..." Samajar was obviously more concerned about the other party's purpose.
"We have roughly guessed the devil's conspiracy, but we just don't have enough high-end combat power. If you have the same idea, how about cooperation?"
"How many people are there?"
"There are 137 adventurers of level 40 and above, from all professions. Among them is a team of level 45, which is quite strong."
Of course, the number of people discussed here are not ordinary players, but high-end combatants who can at least stand up to the boss.
There are 137 level 40 players who cooperate with each other tacitly. If the formation can be spread out, it will not be a big problem to trap three or four Lysis.
As for the level 45 team, Sherlock was a little curious.
Although the current level 45 players cannot be said to be rare, but without the support of a large guild or sufficient financial resources, if they just insist on improving the level, their strength will not be very high.
After all, this is a game, and it still depends on data-based things like equipment and skills.
Samagal pondered for a moment before agreeing to this cooperation, and quickly said: "Adventurers of this level should be able to help. Please call them all over. My Gensokyo can ignore the sahuagin."
He rushed directly to the devil's ship without any obstacles."
Celine also knew that the situation was urgent and did not talk about old times any more.
Less than three minutes after teleporting back, groups of lights lit up one after another around Sherlock. It seemed that there were quite a few conjurers in this group of players.
The teleportation spells of the conjurer are probably the envy of everyone, ranging from basic flash spells, dimensional stepping, more advanced arbitrary door, random teleportation spells, and later, dimensional jumps, teleportation spells, etc.
There is a saying that has been circulating in Faerun that you will never catch a mage who can teleport.
Although this sentence is a bit exaggerated, it also represents people's recognition of teleportation spells.
"Hello, Captain, I am the person in charge of the adventurers in this operation. I can fully represent the adventurers. You can call me Ruiwen." A player dressed in black and dressed as a mage came over and said,
The tone was full of confidence.
Samagal stepped forward to say hello, and the two sides began to discuss the next plan.
Of course, there are also a few words about old times.
At the level of Sherlock, there are very few high-end players who don't know it, and no matter how bad it is, they have heard of it.
The leader of the team, Rui Wen, is the famous beauty Black Phoenix who has always been in the top three of the rankings.
Videos of her battles and life are on the hot search every day. Even ordinary players know her skills very well. Naturally, Sherlock, a professional player, doesn't know her.
It's just that he knows them, but it's not necessarily clear whether they recognize him or not. After all, there are so many male professional players who have excelled, and except for fellow professional players, few people will waste that energy on memorizing them.
In addition to Dark Phoenix, there were more than a dozen people he was familiar with in the large group of people behind her, all of whom were masters from the Dragon Coast area.
Two of them have collaborated with him more than once.
"Logan, Nina, long time no see." He said hello and walked over.
"Just in time!" The barbarian monk hugged him warmly.
The two chatted for a while, exchanged the information they had, and then returned to their respective camps.
Sherlock didn't expect that these two people were from the same studio as Dark Phoenix, and the team of level 45 players that Celine mentioned came from among them.
The fighting outside is still going on, leaving them little time. The two sides can only make a rough plan. The specific situation depends on everyone's on-the-spot response.
"Ghost Sneak Attack!"
Ghost Assault is a skill of the Gensokyo, which allows the ship and the people on board to travel a certain distance into the spirit world.
As Samajar shouted, the ghost crew members on the Gensokyo immediately took action.
Sherlock felt only a chill, and the surrounding environment gradually blurred, replaced by a thick fog.
This is probably the etheric plane, which is what everyone usually calls the spiritual world, and the plane where most spiritual bodies live.
Just as he was about to verify whether the mist was composed of countless spiritual bodies, the surrounding environment changed again.
Soon, night, wind and rain and a huge black shadow shrouded the head.
Boom!
A flash of light lit up the night sky.
Sherlock finally saw the black shadow clearly, which was the appearance of the devil's ship.
The flying red flag of the three-masted ship was painted with white sea salt crystals, whistling in the storm, and the words St. Asma's Hope were engraved on the stern.
The sails of the ship have been rolled up, the waves are hitting the hull, the mast is tearing the night sky, and the giant crossbows on the front and rear ship buildings are turning around vigilantly.
"action!"
"action!"
Samajar and Dark Phoenix shouted out almost at the same time, officially starting this crucial battle.
With the efforts of the ghosts, dozens of boarding ramps appeared out of thin air to connect their two ships, and Samajar and Jinping rushed forward.
