After the middle of the night, Lord Death did not rush to regain control of his body, and did not even deal with the stiffness caused by staying in the same position for a long time, but slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Half past four.

He meditated in his mind for a moment, carefully sitting up so that his bones did not make a sound they shouldn't have. Even if you don't move for a long time, you can return to normal after a while. Without alarming anyone, Lord Death quietly touched the tree, leaned his back against the tree, and closed his eyes and listened again.

He was extremely sure that according to the sound of breathing at this time, the other party should be in a light sleep. It's just that the four breaths are so smooth that the interval between each breath and even the intensity are exactly the same. It was as if to confirm the validity of what he had heard.

Lord Death judged the direction of the four mages who were meditating, and happened to surround the three people who were sleeping lightly in the middle, and it was impossible to bypass one of them no matter which way they went.

I took out a mirror from my notes, and after carefully confirming that the light here was indeed not strong, the Grim Reaper figure found a bright position and poked the mirror out of an angle to see the situation outside.

The other party didn't seem to have any hidden or shady thoughts, and the seven tents were set up in a large open space openly, and even from the scorched marks around it, it could be seen that this open space was deliberately cleared by the other party. Not to mention the insects on the ground, it's hard to see even a little green. Above the tent in the middle, four huge eyeballs were gurgling, patrolling the surroundings and sealing all directions.

Even Lord Death noticed that there was a circle of pitch-black dust sprinkled on the ground, which happened to form a circle to wrap the inside, and it would not be as simple as insect repellent powder.

Perfect.

The other party seems to have made up his mind to face him head-on, and he will not be given the slightest chance to sneak attack.

What makes Lord Death feel more pity is that he doesn't have much to use, even if it is only the simplest pistol, he can slowly grind everyone to death. And the leader of the other party is indeed experienced and terrifyingly cautious. Retracting the mirror from his hand, Lord Death shook his head and walked away.

He knew very well that if it was a dozen sevens, he would not be able to win. Even if the opponent's magic level is not high, as long as they can release the simplest magic, it will still cause great trouble to Lord Death. He had carefully observed that two of the seven people could only use simple fireball techniques, three could shield, and one could release AOE, and only the leader was stronger than the other six. But whoever it is, it's far from what he imagined.

At the end of the day, they're all just "outcasts." If it weren't for the other party's numerical advantage and Lord Death's obsessive compulsion to gather intelligence, he would have chosen to do it a long time ago. So by cutting down the opponent's numbers early to a level that he can accept, he can win the game. And this number of people, the ideal is still less than four people.

It shouldn't be too easy for a high-level assassin to assassinate a group of ranged people with zero melee ability.

Lord Death chose to leave, not because he gave up, but because he was preparing for a battle later. If not, just do it yourself. He never complains, and it is better to think more when he has that time.

After retreating far enough to make sure that his movements would not be heard, the Reaper took out two large logs from his notes and pestled them on the ground, took out a large scythe, and slashed the logs into a crescent shape with a few strokes. The ends are pierced and tied with a cowhide rope that has been prepared long ago. Although it is very crudely made, you can barely make out what a bow looks like. It's just that this bow is a little bigger, and even if the Grim Reaper stands up straight, he can just touch the top of the bow.

After figuring out a small knife and cutting out the details he needed, the Reaper put away the giant bow and quickly climbed the tree to the top of the tree.

Standing on a high vantage point, he could easily see the other party's camp. Tilting his head and thinking for a while, Lord Death kept adjusting his position, and finally took out one of the giant bows after choosing a position, and used two long swords to directly pierce the two ends of the giant bow, and stuck the giant bow on the tree, and then felt out a long spear covered in red. The sword that got the Greatbow was just a tabula rasa sword that you could see everywhere in the store, but now the spear that Lord Death pulled out was a good thing - something that even Raiders players would be greedy for when they saw it.

After silently calculating the time in his heart, the Grim Reaper put the spear on the bow as a bow and arrow, and directly filled it, and then took out another cowhide rope to jam the bowstring, keeping it in a full moon state, and tied the other end to a tree in the distance. This state doesn't last long, and soon the rope will break due to over-pulling, but the Grim Reaper's job doesn't take that long.

He took out a third rope and tied it to the rope he had just used to hold the bowstring full moon, and lit a fire directly at the end.

After doing all this, the Grim Reaper quickly jumped off the tree and galloped through the forest, leaving only a dark shadow in place. But even in this state, he still controlled his steps and did not make any sound, as if the soles of his feet were stepping on a mat.

He had already chosen where the trap was, so without the slightest hesitation, he took out another huge bow and arranged it again as he had done just now, and lit it on fire. This time, the ignition rope was not as long as it was just now, so that the two bows could be fired at the same time.

After doing all this, Lord Death did not intend to ambush in either of the two places, but returned to the tree where he had begun to meditate, took out his scythe, laid it flat on his knees, and gently wiped it with white silk, careful as if he were dealing with some fragile object. At the same time, his frantically beating heart gradually flattened, so that Lord Death could once again adjust his state to the peak.

He wiped it as he counted down in his mind. His internal clock never goes wrong.

Five...... Four...... Three......

Lord Death silently put away the white silk in his hand, glanced at the long black sickle that was shiny in the dim moonlight, stood up, and stretched widely.

shout

There was no loud bang, no loud explosion, and the spears that slashed through the air tore through the air, venting all the anger that had been stagnant and accumulating, tearing apart everything it could see—the only thing it could see. The Grim Reaper's calculations are never wrong, and there is only one thing in its path.

Mage's Eye!

The two red spears pierced through the layers of foliage with lightning speed, but they dodged all cover, ripped off all camouflage at the deadliest moment, and slammed into the net laid by the mages. The seemingly unbreakable Skynet let out a piercing wail and was torn apart violently. The two spears rode the shattered firelight, as if their whole body was covered in blood, and with an unrivaled momentum, before everyone could react, they crossed and directly pierced the four mage eyes in the air!

Lord Death's calculations never go wrong, and without any hindrance, his traps, or mechanisms, have achieved almost perfect results. Even the two spears pierced through the big eyeballs in the sky in two or two and mighty through a certain area, and slammed into the body of a huge tree before stopping. And that voice also woke up all the sleeping creatures in the jungle.

Rumble.

It was the roar of a spear slamming into a giant tree.

"Ahh

It was the screams of the mages, which happened to come from the four tents on the periphery, and it was terrible.

Lord Death has always heard that mages have such a thing as "spell backlash", but I can't imagine that it's still true.

He chuckled, jumped up the tree, and crouched down in a position where he could see the camp clearly. If those two shots really made them ineffective, it couldn't have been. But the long-term caution made Lord Death not choose to act immediately.

The leader was successfully awakened by the piercing sound, and ran out of the tent with his half-asleep body in tow, shouting at the same time: "What's wrong! Answer me! ”

"Boss, enemy attack! Enemy attack! Sixth, they have all been counterattacked, what should I do? ”

Listening to the report of his subordinates, the leader couldn't help but fall into a deep stunned. Looking back at the spear that was still deeply pierced in the trunk of the tree, as if it was indicating something, he gritted his teeth and said, "Call everyone up, you stay here for the second child, and the fourth child and I will go and see it together." ”

He inevitably panicked. At the end of the day, he hadn't been in this situation for a long time. He is not a combatant. But the stubbornness in his heart still made him think that the opponent's level was actually only about the same as him, as long as one more person was added, the opponent would not appear, even if the camp was attacked, the fourth could hold out for a while and wait for them to return to defense.

Squires don't have too much combat power. This perception deeply constrained his thinking. This is also the reason why most of the superior Grim Reapers' don't need attendants. It's just that Lian is too busy to be alone, so she needs manpower.

Watching the other party's decision-making, and the departure of the leader and the only mage who could release the AOE, Lord Death couldn't help but laugh. Looking down at himself in the reflection of the scythe, he let out a long sigh.

Undoubtedly.

He won.

Now, it's harvest time.