Chapter 387: Just a Robber After All

Because the conditions of the Crookes Survivor Camp are relatively poor, and there may be spies or something, the dungeon used by the Church of the God of Games to imprison the mountain people is not here.

In fact, two days ago, players who specialize in life classes were tasked with digging and building dungeons.

While it may sound simple, it's not.

Don't forget that their enemies believe in a god who is the king of the mountains, and even if he is not the master of the earth, he still has a certain degree of power over the earth, and the magic that his followers are good at is naturally also related to the earth element.

If you really just dig a hole in the ground and throw them in, you will probably be left in a daze for ten minutes and a day later you will have to prepare for a tunnel battle with these burrowing rats.

Therefore, the dungeon built by the living players is actually a 'game facility' after Xiwei exercised his own land power.

Depending on the level of the prisoner, there are three types of precautions: 'Enchantment: Immunity to Lower-level Divine Arts' for ordinary mountain people, 'Enchantment: Elemental Isolation Soil' to prevent rituals and priests from using their abilities, and 'Game Rules: Immovable Earth' to seal the upper echelons of the Church.

As part of the event experience, players of the combat class will be able to drop their captives directly into the corresponding cells with Resurrection Stones after blasting the mountain people, and receive the corresponding bonus points.

Because the highest rewards for this event correspond to one basic class Warrior, One Ranger, One Magician, and one Priest, which is a total of four hidden classes, almost all players are full of energy to fight the Mountain Folk Stuffy Stick.

Fortunately, players will be able to tell if they are the target by the words on the enemy's head, otherwise it is estimated that a bunch of Valla's mountain hunters will also be captured as mountain people......

All in all, there is no level rule for this event, no matter how many levels of players can participate, even if you can't beat some high-level Mountain King believers, you can still rely on quantity to defeat quality by capturing a large number of low-level Mountain King believers.

In addition, the rewards of the event are really attractive, so from the super first-line represented by Edward to the third-tier players who have just formed their combat effectiveness in Simba, they are quite enthusiastic about this event and are very active in the event.

This made the believers of the King of the Mountain feel very uncomfortable.

Although the mountain people can unite with each other because of their common belief in the king of the mountain, they are not a whole in themselves, but are composed of three large villages and more than a dozen small villages.

"What the hell is going on!" The mountain shaman is one of the three mountain villages, presiding over the prayer to the king of the mountain, and also serving as the leader of the village chief (or chief).

At this moment he roared angrily and uneasily: "What about those spies? Why didn't any of them come back! Have they betrayed the king of the mountains? ”

He was the first to cross the border with the surging number of monsters and enter the Valla Empire first, and he thought that he would be able to perform well in front of the oracle gods this time, but none of the spies sent out to find the 'Promised Land of the Mountain King' could not return.

Not only that, even if he used his magic to perceive the location of those spies, all he got was feedback from the lack of this person.

Know that you've only sent them out for less than two days! In such a short period of time, even if he died, the breath belonging to the king of the mountains on the corpse would not disappear, and he could still be perceived by himself.

"Probably not, right? They are usually warriors of the village, how can they betray the king of the mountain......"

Another shaman who assisted him persuaded.

"I can sense the aura of believers within a radius of five hundred maodun (the distance unit used by the mountain people, 1 maodun is about equal to 1.1 kilometers), even if they are dead, I can sense one hand and one leg left! But there is no reaction at the moment! ”

The other party's words not only failed to appease Cavinmore, but made him even more furious: "What other possibilities do you say? It must have been those guys who were persuaded by Valla's people to become believers in some way! Otherwise, could it be that they would have been taken out of the five hundred towns by the enemy in one day, or imprisoned in a building with the aura of other gods that could shield my perception of divine magic! ”

With his roar, the assistant shaman had no way to defend the spies.

After all, the possibility of 'bringing out five hundred pretents in one day' and 'keeping the Detectives in a sanctuary with the aura of other gods' is too slim.

If Valla's army captured a big man like Kavenmore, it would be forgivable for the other side to do so, but even if those spies themselves had a certain degree of martial courage and were still smart, they were still just ordinary people among the mountain people, and they didn't deserve to be treated like this.

"I don't think it's very likely that those warriors will betray on their own initiative, it should be that the thieves on Valla's side have some means to corrupt the will of others and shake their faith in the gods!" After a moment's thought, the assistant shaman continued, "In this case, there may be no point in continuing to send sentries other than to damage our warriors. ”

"I know!" After giving vent, Cavernmore felt a lot more comfortable in his heart, and his eyes flashed: "Fortunately, the oracle has delineated the approximate scope of the Promised Land, and the village close to me is the will of God...... Deliver my orders and march south together! ”

"Wouldn't that be too aggressive? And if we go all the way south, we may not be able to find the Promised Land! The assistant shaman was stunned and hurriedly admonished.

"People from several other villages are coming soon, and if we continue to drag on, even the believers of our Lord from other countries will come to Valla...... In order to be able to become the most meritorious person in front of my Lord, there is no way to venture even a little. Cavenmore shook his head: "The Promised Land that my Lord wants must have some kind of vision, the kind that can be seen even from dozens of miles away!" ”

The assistant shaman wanted to say something, but Cavenmore went on to say, "And even if you don't find the Promised Land in the end...... If you go all the way south, you can also reach the Meredith Mine! ”

He didn't continue, but the meaning was already obvious, that is, coveting the famous Yaojing ore over there, which was more expensive than gold!

After all, the mountain people are still essentially a group of robbers who like to marager.