Although he knew that it was useless to explain what Wan Bang was doing, it was his credibility that would be affected by letting them splash dirty water like this.

Sherlock slowly walked out and defended loudly: "Obviously, you robbed my boss and was killed by me, and now you are embarrassed to come to me for trouble, I can be regarded as a teacher of Wanbang's style." ”

"Wanbang's style doesn't need your evaluation, we have always acted like this." Hearing the voice of the main Sherlock, an elven player dressed as a mage replied in a cold voice.

"Two choices, suicide to make amends, this time we Wanbang will treat it as if it never happened, or we will do it for you, until the equipment is blown up, 30 seconds."

"Gray, that's not what I'm talking about!" Warrior players are clearly not happy with Gray's decision, they didn't say that before, suicide is too cheap for this druid.

"Eric, it's not your turn to teach me how to do it!" Gray glanced at the other party and ignored it, if it weren't for the reputation of the guild, he wouldn't bother to bother with such a thing. It's just that since he separated from Kyushu, Wanbang seems to be no longer the Wanbang in his heart.

Everyone thought Gray's handling was forgiving, including Sherlock's teammates, and even himself felt that it seemed like a perfect ending.

Anyway, it's a drop of one level, and at the current upgrade speed, it can be upgraded back in less than a day.

In the face of so many people besieging him, there was little hope of escaping.

And you can't implicate other innocent people for your actions.

As long as you die once, you will never suffer again.

"I hope you keep your promises." Sherlock's scimitar landed on his neck with a flick.

A cold light flashed!

The Ice Spirit kissed him around the neck and then disappeared into his hands, leaning backwards.

……

Meow ——!

Transform into a natural - Jungle Cat!

Sherlock's backward body transformed before it hit the ground, twisting just enough to land on all four paws, and swooping in the opposite direction to the mage.

He didn't choose to kill himself in the end, and if a decision requires many reasons to convince itself, then the decision is not necessarily what you want, even if it is correct.

Because, you don't need a reason to follow your heart.

To hell with the rest.

"Hehe, why do things always have to go to trouble!" The moment Gray saw Sherlock's transformation, he ripped off his robe, revealing a muscular body.

There was no chanting spell, let alone waving a staff, a faint cold aura condensed in his hand, instantly forming a pyramid-shaped ice spike, and with a twist of his hands, he flew towards Sherlock at a gallop.

"Why are you still standing stupidly, come on!" Eric, who reacted, immediately shouted excitedly to everyone, this situation is what he wants to see.

System Hint: You've been kicked out of the team by Captain Archipad!

Sherlock is not angry at Archipad's behavior, strictly speaking, it is his personal behavior that affects the collective interests of the team, and what they are doing now is understandable, if they don't, it will be more troublesome.

However, he didn't have time to think about how to deal with the aftermath now, and the sudden action only gave him less than a second to buffer.

As soon as he ran two steps, one by one long-range skills chased after him, because most of the attacks came from behind his back and sides, with his perception he didn't know how to dodge at all, so he could only choose hard resistance, and after a round, his blood volume was reduced by more than half.

And in the second round of attacks, the players of the Wanbang Guild have a certain amount of preparation and adjustment, and the hit rate will only be higher, coupled with the obstruction of the melee class, normally Sherlock will never be able to escape from their gradually closing encirclement.

His only hole card was the enhanced catwalk, and he kept holding back not to catch the opponent off guard at the final breakout.

The second round of skills did not take too long, small fireballs, charged arrows, and holy strikes flew from all directions, but Sherlock ignored them, and only calculated the best time in his mind.

Catwalk! At the moment before the various skills were about to hit, his figure suddenly accelerated into a dark shadow, forcibly jumped over from a push skill, and when everyone looked again, he had successfully run out of the encirclement.

But before Sherlock could be proud, a rock spike suddenly broke through the ground, and I don't know if it was a coincidence or a calculation, this rock spike just appeared under him.

And at this moment, his body was at the moment when he was running fast, and he couldn't and didn't have time to make any dodge movements, so he could only watch it stab into his abdomen.

-32！

Sherlock looked at his less than 50 health left, and didn't dare to be careless any longer, his body, which had just been a little slack, tensed up again, and ran into the depths of the forest.

Immediately after, Gray, who was shirtless, rode his magic pet, and a timberwolf flashed by.

"Chase!" The rest of the people also chased after him at Eric's command.

……

"It's in this area, let's search!"

An hour later, Sherlock hid in a tree to avoid the players who were catching up again, quietly observing the situation around him.

He thought that with the druid's untraceable nature and the agility of the jungle cat's form, he would soon be able to shake off the pursuers behind him.

But whenever he just stopped to rest, Eric could always find his place with the players of the Wanbang Guild.

He tried to hide in streams, caves, and dense forests, but they were all found without exception.

"What's the matter, the effect isn't over yet." Sherlock had already guessed that the opponent had an item or skill that could track the player's location, and that the caster was likely to be the lead Eric.

Since you can't escape, you can only fight against the water.

He deliberately spared a big circle and ran here, and reluctantly spilled all the honey he had collected before, and now everything is ready, and all he owes is the east wind.

"Horton, do you smell a scent?" As soon as Nachey arrived in the woods, he had a bad premonition.

"Well, it seems to be true, it seems to smell of honey."

"Honey, this is some kind of monster spawn zone, it can't be a circular bear." Natchey finally knew where this sense of crisis came from.

But it's too late.

The smell of honey spread quickly, and the circular bear with a keen sense of smell instantly smelled this tempting smell, and followed the smell to run over and surround this group of uninvited guests.

The players of the Wanbang Guild looked at these circular-striped bears approaching, and gasped and retreated one by one, not to blame them for being timid, the circular-striped bears attracted by honey were not one or two, but a full nine.

Nine three-meter-tall circular bears howled loudly on their chests, and their red eyes stared directly at the players present.