This TM was very embarrassing, and Sherlock stood in the other corner of the other hole, thinking about whether to go offline or strike first.

As a player, this kind of bullshit rule will naturally not be followed, and the question now is whether he can beat these three barbarians, he can't judge the strength just by his appearance, and if he uses the Reconnaissance Scroll, it is impossible for the other party not to detect it.

As he weighed the pros and cons, the storm outside finally raged completely, accompanied by bursts of lightning and thunder, and a strange sound came from the side of the cave, like the cries of some small creature.

A few minutes later, a large group of ferocious rats suddenly burst out of the pile of rubble, and in a panic, they launched a direct attack on the four people present.

Ferocious Rat (Elite): Level 22, HP 3176, Skill Bite, Disease.

The individual strength of this small creature is not very strong, but it is a bit troublesome for more than 30 to appear together.

Sherlock turned into a half-cat to dodge the attack, but his attention was fixed on the three barbarians on the other side.

All three of them are warriors, and it doesn't seem easy to deal with the attacks of the ferocious rats.

With the brains of barbarians, they should not have thought of retaining their strength at this time.

Thinking like this, he condensed three huge storm shuriken in his hand one after another, and quickly threw them at the barbarian who was in the most critical situation.

Then his hands were put together, and two scimitars appeared in his hands.

Silent step! Wild Mania! Catwalk!

The space of the cave ** was not large, and Sherlock's movement speed almost doubled with the blessing of the three skills, and he appeared behind the opponent in just an instant.

Lightning strike! -167！

There was a flash of lightning, and the barbarian's body fell suddenly.

“Uccidere questo Mezzo ELFO……”

The remaining two barbarians chattered for a moment, and then surrounded the ferocious rats that were biting them.

Before he started, Sherlock had naturally seen the attributes of several NPCs, but he was just a warrior in his early 20s, and even if there were ten, no, five, this kind of strength would not pose any threat to him.

What's more, in this narrow terrain, a druid with two knives has a much greater advantage than two warriors who can only use brute force.

Moments later, the two barbarians followed in the footsteps of their companions, leaving behind two pieces of fine-caliber equipment to end their ordinary lives.

I hope you can have a good rebirth next time, this is probably a player's best wish for NPCs.

Then there was only this group of ferocious rats left, and it was troublesome to kill them one by one in such a dense number, and he summoned his clone when he turned into a fire monkey, and the two blazing flames roared down with their bare hands, and they were scorched on the outside and tender on the inside by resisting the bite of these monsters.

After cleaning up all the ferocious rats, Sherlock looked at the rubble pile, which was not obvious before, but now that he was troubled by the ferocious rats, he also noticed something unusual about this place.

Judging by the traces at the entrance, this temporary haven must have been formed recently, and it does not appear to be a cave, but a building entrance of some kind.

Peeling open the pile of rubble, the deep passage exposed inside also confirmed his suspicions, so that the place he casually found turned out to be a hidden ruins.

Ruins and treasures are always bound together, and as a player, there is no reason to see the treasure mountain and not enter.

Lighting a torch, Sherlock took the form of a blue frog and cautiously walked into the passage, the ruins and the trap are also two inseparable things, and a high enough perception can always detect the hidden danger for him in advance.

Passing through the passages, the flickering fire light shines through the rock face, reflecting the mutilated frescoes on them, the beauty of which cannot be overshadowed by the passage of time, and even the adventurers of the outside world can learn about the unknown history through it.

A massive elven civil war began, followed by torrential rains, wails of pain, great migrations, and finally portraits of several gods.

It's unclear what this depicts, but Sherlock has guessed who the hero of the murals is.

One of those gods is a spider queen Rose, and the famous drow city of Aredlyn in the Shadows is just under the Supreme Wasteland, so it's no surprise that this is a story about the drow elves.

At the end of the passage was a huge stone door, densely covered with elven script.

As a half-elf, Sherlock naturally knows elven language, and there is no problem with listening and seeing normally, but he can't understand most of the words in front of him, and can only vaguely identify bloodline, trial, sword selection and so on.

This is indeed elven script, but in fact, with the passage of time, the characters of various races are also constantly evolving, and players only master the grammar of this time period, and the elven script of a hundred or even ten thousand years ago is completely different from now, and it is not uncommon to not recognize it.

However, when looking at the word bloodline, the average player can think of one of the most common ways to open the door, and Sherlock is naturally no exception.

I saw him cut open his palm with a knife and pressed it on the circular array mark of the gate.

As the blood filled the grooves that formed the array seal, a distorted sensation from space acted on his body, and then a white light flashed, and his whole body disappeared from the spot.

When Sherlock regained consciousness, he found himself in a wasteland, with cliffs behind him and countless orcs in front of him, almost in a tidal wave sweeping in the distance.

There are no other words to describe his mood at the moment.

It's an illusion, it's an illusion, it's an illusion......

When the foul smell of the orcs reached his nose, Sherlock finally accepted the fact.

The familiar 0/1000 stat at the top left of the camera almost cut off the possibility of him escaping, so the only way to get out of here or survive is to kill 1,000 orcs.

However, this TM is not a lawn mowing game like the real Three Kingdoms Warriors, this is a living orc, this number can drown him with a mouthful of spit, let him kill what to stab with a stick?

"This kind of challenge, I can give it a unique skill." Since he couldn't resist, he had to enjoy it, and after Sherlock spat out the last groove, the flames enveloped him.

Anyone who has played battlefield games knows that a long weapon is the best choice in this situation, and if there are no weapon restrictions, a gun and a halberd are the most suitable weapons.

Now, he really had to stab him with a stick.