Ash was careless.

When he came out of the outpost, the red moon had faded and the sky was overcast.

Watching the morning sun swaying the earth, Ash, who was in pain, was extremely tired, and let his guard down. When I passed by a pile of bushes, I didn't expect a fishing net made of thick hemp rope to be thrown inside.

Normally, she has a hundred ways to crack such a botched attack.

The injury made her sluggish.

Although she pulled out her saber and broke through the small half of the net, it only left her with one arm, and her head, neck, and body were covered by the net, causing her to lose her greatest advantage - agility.

Ash stabbed the black-skinned ghost who had stabbed her, but there was no way to stop more ghosts.

These humanoid monsters seemed to be fearless of death, and pounced on her from all directions. Even if their necks are cut off and their hearts pierced, the other ghosts are not afraid.

I don't know how many primitive sticks rained down on her.

The head, neck, arms, waist, and legs are all targets for the ghost's attack.

The left arm was hit again, and the heart-piercing pain made her stagnate.

The ghosts seized the opportunity to rush up and crush the ranger to the ground, even skilfully ripping off her boots and removing the last small dagger she had hidden in the boots.

I know very well what kind of situation I am in.

Ash didn't beg for mercy, and ironically, the eyes of the man who called himself Jason Momoa came to his senses from his madness and came to her mind very vividly at this moment.

I don't want to die at the hands of these despicable.

At least...... I'm going to at least plant it in the hands of a hero like Jason.

Hell, instead of that, I might as well follow Jason......

Ash didn't know why she thought the way she did, she was still struggling in vain.

She watched as the dark-skinned ghostly grinned grinned and tied her up and brutally dragged away......

On the other hand, Wang Hao made a difficulty.

For the first time after entering this damn world, he regretted it.

"Rather than let her be killed by the ghost, come first and then something, why don't I come...... Ahh If you don't pay attention to this thing, it will make him lose his temperance a lot.

He didn't even realize that a light gray patch had appeared on the back of his armor.

A choice was in front of him: to save or not to save?

Listening to the players with broken mouths saying something like "Kill Sister Preaching 2.0!" and "Qingqing Prairie!", Wang Hao knew that he had no choice at all.

After glancing at the player favorability marked by the system on the retina, Wang Hao directly selected the top 30.

He looked at the [Scorching Dawn of the Sky]: "You, find 20 elite warriors to come with me." For the rest, guard this outpost. ”

Players such as Burning Dawn immediately received a system notification:

[Special Rescue Mission Triggered!]

[The great Lord of Momoa could not tolerate the murder of a heroine he admired by a despicable ghost.] You who are trusted by the lord (the top 21 players in terms of favorability), you are selected by the lord, set off immediately, and rescue the heroine Ash!Mission success reward: 1000 experience, lord opinion 100, and professional skills: ??? mission failure penalty: None!]

Because Burning Xiao was directly designated as the team leader, his experience reward was 2000.

The players were suddenly boiling.

Is there such a benefit?

They finally realized what the lord's opinion was for.

I usually don't feel it, but at the critical moment, if there is a benefit, it will not be the turn of those scum with a negative favorability.

Jun Muqi and the god of tulips suddenly became sour: "Cut, it's not a greedy body." ”

As everyone knows, a certain traverser heard it: These two guys, don't ask, they must be the kind of bastards who read novels and entered the writer's readership, and desperately sent yellow pictures, plus asked for the group owner (writer) women's clothes.

They didn't know that they had offended Wang Hao.

For insurance, Wang Hao did not use the demarcation stone he had just gotten.

In case the lair is copied, he can also turn the tables.

That's right, this street demon (pseudo) is so cautious.

As for running away...... Three points have been set for the 'return trip' at any time.

The ghost camp is easy to find, it's better that they didn't plan to hide it at all, these guys are obviously the ones here!

A huge skull flag fluttered in the wind.

From a distance, it looked like an undead man wearing a black cloak, but when he looked closer, he would find that it was a black flag, wearing the skeleton of a giant who was three meters tall before his death. The skeleton is only half sectional, from the waist to the skull, and there is no arm bone.

From where the player witnessed Ash's capture, there is a trail of dragging, followed by the footprints of a dozen ghosts, all the way to a kilometer from the outpost.

Crayfish people are actually quite afraid of the sun.

Wang Hao had to activate the [Dark Water Curtain] that came with the Demon King Armor. This skill allows all beings belonging to Wang Hao within a radius of 100 meters to gain water bonuses - resistance to sunlight, 10% increase in movement power, and a water armor with only 10 defense points, and an increase in the offset value of the enemy when attacking allies by 5% (easy to miss).

The price is 1 point of mental power every 5 seconds, and 2 points of discipline per minute.

Wang Hao cautiously approached the camp, only to realize that he was really worried.

This is a small camp standing on a small hill, where there were originally only a maximum of thirty ghosts.

Seven or eight tents, plus two wooden fences on the main road that served as a barrier to the horses, and that was all over it.

I don't know if some of the ghosts died last night, not even a sentinel.

Wang Hao deliberately asked the system to silence the players and secretly infiltrate the order, and finally brought this group of players with a little discipline into the camp.

It soon became clear that he should have been too careful.

The ghosts of the day seemed to be less ghostly, more like normal black people, with the canine-like fangs of the roof of the jaw shortened in half, only barely reaching the bottom of the chin.

Thirteen ghosts gathered in the center of the camp.

There is a Cthulhu-style octopus-shaped sculpture with a wooden body and soft tentacles. Visually inspect the tendons of a human or some creature.

There are all kinds of bones scattered on the ground around it, there are animal bones, and more human bones, just look at the shape of the skull.

These half-human, half-ghost fanatics danced like a sheep's madness, with no sense of rhythm, and a complete vent of madness.

They wielded two palm-long bone scimitars in their hands.

A priest dressed like a peacock feather crown kept gesturing at Ash's face, as if he was disgusted that Ash's expression was not frightened enough.

Ash's appearance is endearing, and it makes Wang Hao want to laugh a little.

This heroine is so miserable.

Hands and feet are tied to a boom, well, like the kind of barbecue grill that roasts whole lamb. It's just that instead of a huge campfire, there is a large basin like a bathtub, boiling water.