This is a seemingly ordinary town, with low houses and muddy paths mixed with excrement. There are the occasional neighs of bad horses, and there are noisy shouts and noises hidden in the narrow alleys between the houses.
However, several players standing outside the town seemed a little hesitant, because although they heard the noise in the town, they could not see a single villager.
It seems that this noisy town is just a shadow, an unknown existence with only a shell.
They didn't dare to rush in, but they couldn't just leave.
Because the natural disaster in this area soon arrived, a faint sour smell began to fill the air.
Some players with rich experience know that this is the prelude to the catastrophic acid rain. In less than a few hours, overwhelming acid rain will flood the nearby area with a radius of hundreds of miles.
In just a few hours, few were able to leave.
Moreover, worse weather may occur in other areas, and several natural disasters often occur in succession during a moonlit night in Purgatory.
So the normal operation is to seek shelter.
It's just that the shelter on the moonlit night in Purgatory is not just a shelter, it often has some weird characteristics.
In a sense, shelters also belong to a special kind of disaster.
However, its danger needs to meet certain conditions before it is triggered, and it will not be as ruthless as a natural disaster.
"Old Pike, do you know what type of shelter this is?"
An arakkoa looked at the old human man next to him and asked, with whom he was quite familiar.
Although they are not good enough to fight side by side, there is still no problem with normal communication.
The arakkoa are a branch of the orcs and are often active in the plateau and mountainous areas in the form of clustered tribes. They are a lawful and neutral race.
Some relatively open arakkoa will form trade relations with local human villages and towns, but this fragile relationship often reaches a deadlock due to the death of the arakkoa who maintains communication between the two.
The average lifespan of the arakkoa is 30-50 years old. Their sinful ancestral bloodline causes some of their members to have serious birth defects, which affects the lifespan of the arakkoa to a certain extent.
It is worth mentioning that some of the believers of the gods are disgusted and even hostile to them because of their eccentricities towards corpses.
This arakkoa works for the Storm Claw, an advanced profession for winged people.
"It may be a prank by some wild elves, but because of the influence of the power of purgatory, I can't say..."
Old Pike looked at the increasingly weird town in front of him, frowned and said.
He can be regarded as a veteran of Purgatory Moon Night, but for a small plane, his understanding is still too shallow.
But it didn't matter, Old Pike calmly grasped the sword at his waist.
He is a warrior and remains alone.
Weapons are his most loyal companions and his reliance on defeating the enemy.
It was a fine steel sword that was permanently enchanted with a weak light attribute. It was one of his most valuable possessions.
When he was young, he was famous for his strength. He was good at using a pair of heavy hammers, and he was not afraid to fight with orcs.
But time is not forgiving, and now he is old and his strength has begun to decline.
He once again picked up the long sword that had been abandoned in the cabinet in the past, and began to practice the swordsmanship style that he thought was flashy when he was young.
At this time, some players came one after another in front of the town.
Because of the bloody system of Purgatory Moon Night, they are all wary of each other.
And because of the hatred between some players' races and religions, the atmosphere in front of the entire town began to become restless and dangerous.
Finally, one player couldn't hold it any longer, gritted his teeth and walked in first.
Suddenly, everyone's eyes focused on him, and the scene became very quiet for a while.
The player's face twitched, then he gritted his teeth and continued walking inside.
The mud underfoot and the stench in the air were so real, but the noisy sound and the empty scene in the entire town formed a very strange contrast.
As he cautiously followed the streets of the town deeper into the town, after passing through a winding and gloomy street entrance, a stone tablet engraved with a white dove symbolizing shelter appeared in front of him.
Behind the stone monument, in the center of the original village square, a simple and broken staircase gradually penetrates into the deep and unobservable underground...
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"Regional warning: Level 1 harsh environment acid rain is attacking the area."
"Pattering..."
Rainwater with a sour and rotten smell continued to fall from the dense lead clouds, and the things on the surface made a tooth-piercing sound in the rain with strong sour rotten power.
Yi Qiu was riding the evil wind and the billowing black fog as he moved forward quickly. At this time, the prompt information of the harsh environment test was constantly refreshing on his retina.
This level of acid rain is no threat to him. The spell resistance provided by the diamond soul makes him immune to the corrosion of these acid rains.
However, maintaining the Vajra Soul when under attack requires consuming Qi. After all, the Vajra Soul is an ability derived from Qi, and its root is the energy provided by Qi.
With Yi Qiu's persistent meditation practice, his total Qi volume has reached 168 points.
And since I have bamboo leaf tea, I don’t have to worry about the battery life of the gas.
But in this case, he had no target to hunt.
Under the threat of acid rain, which is full of threats to ordinary living things, not a single living thing can be seen on the entire earth.
However, there are some undead creatures such as unintelligent ghosts and skeletons wandering on the desolate land, and from time to time they make harsh noises of being corroded.
At this time, through the continuous rain, Yi Qiu discovered a small town located in the wilderness in the distance.
Yi Qiu wiped the acid rain from his face, then rode the evil wind and fell in that direction.
The height he was flying at this time was under the layer of clouds filled with various chaotic elements. Yi Qiu had tried to fly in before, but was forced back by continuous elemental attacks.
The weakest elemental strikes there are weak elemental damage, and some can even reach the standard of third-ring spells.
These elemental three strikes are not one-off, but are continuous and triggered at a very high frequency.
Even in Yi Qiu's current situation, he would not dare to go deep into it.
Moreover, with the ability to understand disasters, Yi Qiu could feel that the core area contained enough fatal dangers.
As Yi Qiu flew over the town, a stagnant power suddenly appeared in his body.
Then, with a strong field power, the evil wind under his feet was suddenly dispersed, and then he smashed it down hard!
"bump!!"
Yi Qiu hit a building heavily, and his steel-like body penetrated the entire building like a meteorite, and then embedded itself deeply into the ground!