"They're dead? Lord Nature, protect your people. This is crazy! It's daytime!"
The arakkoa looked at the bodies of the two players in front of them that gradually disappeared into the air with some horror. They may have formed a temporary alliance, or they were old acquaintances who met by chance, so they could rely on each other to rest.
But now, all of them have been killed for some unknown and strange reason.
Looking at the twisted faces of their death money, I guess the reason is either some kind of vicious curse or some kind of evil force.
However, no one received relevant kill prompts. You must know that killing other players in the shelter during the day will be marked by the will of the plane, and any concealment ability will lose its effect.
This is undoubtedly a very strange thing, after all, this rule is of great significance to the shelter.
If it were broken, it would mean that the sanctuary would lose its unique place in the moonlit night of Purgatory.
So now everyone in the shelter seems a little panicked, and their fellow ranger who is responsible for vigilance is completely confused.
What happened? What should I do? This one seems to be getting cold?
The endless doubts put the Ranger into a downtime state, while the surrounding players were filled with a strange atmosphere.
Maybe, this time the shelter can kill people?
A dangerous possibility appeared in everyone's minds, and the atmosphere in the entire shelter suddenly became subtle.
At this time, a warrior holding a heavy sword near a ranger suddenly turned red, and then killed the ranger with a sword without any reaction!
"Warning: There are villains in the shelter who have violated the rules. Other players are free to attack this player."
At this time, this red warning appeared on all the players in the shelter.
Then the next second, the warrior's body began to emit a dazzling scarlet light.
By this time, the soldier had regained consciousness.
"no……"
He tried to defend in panic, but the next moment he was penetrated by the ghost holding a huge scythe that appeared out of thin air!
The ghost holding the huge scythe scanned the crowd with its green eyes, and then pointed at one of the players with a pale finger with sharp nails.
Suddenly his body became void and then disappeared into the shelter - he was expelled from the shelter and could not enter the shelter again during this battle.
"Rules...cannot be violated!"
After leaving a gloomy whisper, the ghost holding the huge scythe disappeared out of thin air again.
Everyone was relatively speechless, but the atmosphere relaxed a lot.
Old Pike and the Crow Man looked at each other, then retreated to the corner in unison, and continued to whisper.
"It's not good..."
Old Parker straightened his thinning hairline, and then said solemnly.
"Under the guidance of my brother, we rely on each other and should work together to make progress together."
The Crows and Old Pike decided to form an alliance after a brief discussion after entering the shelter, because the situation this time was a bit strange from the beginning, and fighting alone is not the style of the old fritters.
Because the arakkoa have a limited lifespan, they all respect human elders. They believe that humans who can live twice as long as they do should be wise and full of rich adventure experiences.
Because of the area where the arakkoa are active, they rarely interact with elves, so they are still at the stage of questioning the existence of elves.
It is difficult for them to imagine what it would be like to have a race that lasts for thousands of years, which is almost comparable to the entire history of some of their tribes.
They believe that elves exist, which is a human conjecture. In fact, such a race does not exist.
But it’s hard to say for the Yaren who have entered the comprehensive network...
They are variables within the race and cannot be summarized by the general image of the arakkoa.
However, the tribal thinking is still implemented into their will, so the arakkoa's respect for the old Pike is not without origin.
"There are many types of shelters, each with different disaster events."
"For example, some shelters are made of some kind of huge architectural evil body. To receive its shelter, you need to offer enough sacrifices, which means that it will devour a player every once in a while."
Old Pike subconsciously grasped the long sword at hand, and the cold touch of the scabbard made him feel a little calmer.
"Can you resist?"
The Crow Man asked with his eyes widened.
"A giant architectural evil creature with a level 18 boss template... Even if you use your claws to scratch someone's itch, you won't think you're strong enough."
Old Pike leaned against the cold wall of the shelter, then paused and continued:
"This shelter we have now should fall under the jurisdiction of a certain type of evil spirit. I don't like dealing with these guys...it's a headache."
Old Pike said somewhat unhappily.
He bought this sacred long sword just because he suffered losses from these things in a certain battle.
Because the consumption of potions and magic scrolls is still too expensive, and if this long sword is properly maintained, it can continue to be passed down.
When he gets old, he must leave something to future generations.
Maybe one day one of his descendants will rise up, and he may put the long sword in the collection cabinet, and he will tell the guests who come to visit that it is a relic of one of his ancestors...
In a sense, this is also a way to continue the meaning of life.
At least, he will not be forgotten forever, just like this man named Old Pike has never existed in this world.
And this is also the final awakening of an adventurer who is approaching the twilight of his life.
"Evil spirit..."
The arakkoa frowned, its claws unnaturally tightened.
The damage type of Storm Claw is a very pure physical type, and it has not yet mastered the ability to attach elements through other means.
However, as an experienced adventurer, it was natural for him to purchase magic weapons and magic scrolls.
But this does not mean that it wants to use it. After all, the price of that thing is indeed a bit heartbreaking...
However, if you invest these resources into destroying evil spirits, you may not be able to get back your money.
As we all know, evil monsters such as evil spirits and ghosts belong to the poorest class of monsters.
Only special professions such as necromancers can squeeze enough money out of these guys.
At this time, clear footsteps came from the shadow staircase full of twisted power in the shelter, and it seemed that a certain creature was approaching.
Some players subconsciously looked at the comprehensive network panel and found that it had been almost an hour since the acid rain appeared.
Just when they were muttering about how this guy could survive in the acid rain for so long, as the footsteps became clearer and clearer, a bright bald head appeared in front of everyone...