However, it is not enough to know the source of the epicenter, it is also necessary to find out the identity of those strange figures.

He remembered that there was no other creature in the cave except the minerous ants.

Walking out of Newt's pet shop, Sherlock led the blue-feathered bird snake to the location of the mine-eating ant burrow.

As a game, the environment on the continent of Faeron has a strong recovery ability, and the refresh of monsters, the growth of trees, and the change of terrain are very fast.

The woods, which had been destroyed in the wake of the earthquake, were now back to the same state as when Sherlock first came, and even the mines were intact.

This silver ore mine has been flooded with players since it was discovered that day.

The small mine was already overcrowded, with three or four miners gathering at almost every site to take turns mining.

Sherlock didn't stay in the outside passageway, and walked straight to the stone chamber where the queen ant was, suspecting that the mysterious figures might have come out of the hole.

After dealing with a few wandering miner-eating ants, the stone chamber was already not far from him, and the sound of a fierce fight reached his ears first.

Listening to this voice, the formation is not small.

Hiding in the shadows of the passage, Sherlock turned into a jungle cat and quietly observed the battle at the door of the stone chamber.

It's not a boss, but two players are fighting in a group, and he estimated that the total number of people is at least more than 100 people, and the battle of this scale is already very large in the early stage.

After all, everyone's main goal now is to upgrade, and generally it will not be easy to PK, especially this kind of **, I don't know how to die if you are not careful.

Of course, if there are enough interests in it, this is not impossible, and no celebrity has said that with 50% of the profits, people dare to take risks.

In the game, let alone 50 percent, 100 gold coins can make people sell their lives.

Sherlock remembers that the Mine-Eating Ant Queen is a lord-level boss, and grabbing one and getting rich overnight is just around the corner.

And the risk is only the loss of first-level experience, which is equivalent to buying and selling without capital for players, which is enough for them to kill each other.

The people blocking the door of the stone chamber can be roughly divided into two groups, although the number of people close to the stone gate is small, the organization and discipline are much stronger than the rabble on the periphery, and they stubbornly guard the door under the impact of waves.

It seems that there is another dispute between the casual players and the Grand Guild.

Regardless of the game, players in these two identities are almost always opposed to each other.

Generally, many of the bosses in the wild, resource points or something, will be divided by the big guild, and only some soup and water will be left for casual players to compete for.

But there are no absolutes in the world, just playing games, and casual players are not so easy to bully, and from time to time they will fight with the players of the big guild for various reasons.

As a professional gamer, Sherlock must be on the side of the scattered people, and he may not dare to provoke head-on alone, but he doesn't have so many worries when he mixes in the crowd.

What's more, if he doesn't get rid of the guild players who are guarding here, his mission won't be able to continue.

"Groove, brothers go up together, kill them!"

"Kill all the unequaled dogs and grab the boss."

"If you have friends, hurry up and call someone over, they can't hold on."

There are obviously several players among the scattered players who are constantly fanning the flames, hiding in the dense crowd and not knowing who made the sound.

In fact, no one instigated the agitation, and this kind of battle would have been very difficult to happen.

From the shouts among the players, Sherlock also knew the identity of the party guarding the door, it was a peerless person, and it was a well-known large guild, but the two sides had not crossed paths before.

The battle between the two sides gradually became fierce with the continuous attrition, especially on the scattered side, the players in the front row died one after another, and Sherlock relied on his own technical and attribute advantages, always wandering around the various battle groups and constantly looking for opportunities to put down tricks.

didn't know that his behavior at the moment had attracted a person's attention.

"Do you see the druid who turned into a cat lady, I've been paying attention to him for a long time, he has killed five of our brothers in such a short time, I asked people to try to set fire several times and he ran away, so I can only let you shoot." The shield warrior who had been in the center of the Wushuang side called a thief from the rear and whispered to the side.

The thief nodded and withdrew from the crowd, slowly disappearing in place.

Sherlock had just stabbed a warrior monk to death from behind, when he was suddenly shocked, and he jumped forward and left the place without even picking up the other party's fall.

"How is that possible!" The thief who showed his form was free at this time, and looked at the druid who had escaped from his hands in surprise.

He knew that his stealth level was only average, and it was not surprising that he was found in the face of a master.

But now it's not a 1V1PK in a quiet battle field, but a melee of up to hundreds of people, and in such a noisy environment, the stealth of thieves is almost flawless.

How the hell was it discovered?

If Sherlock were to be asked this question, he would not be able to answer it himself, and if he could really say a reason, it would only be a voice.

On that trip back to Sequoia Town, Muruki taught him for a long time.

Although the listening skills she talks about in a young state are really literary, Sherlock, who has always lacked artistic cells, has a rare understanding.

He had already begun to try to escape his perception in the middle of the fight.

This state of perception does not require him to discern what the various sounds around him are and where they are coming from.

Just blend all the sounds into the surrounding environment and see it as part of the environment.

At this time, if there are some abrupt changes, it can immediately attract his attention.

The sound of the thief wielding his dagger just now was like this, like a whistle suddenly added to a grand symphony, inconspicuous but abrupt.

This abruptness immediately shook the string in his heart, and he did not hesitate to make an evasive action.

"It turns out that Muzi said that this is the feeling." Sherlock had a vague grasp of the mystery of this way of perceiving.

Before he could regain his thoughts, the thief had already approached again.

Throwing out a storm shuriken to stop the opponent's advancing attack, Sherlock Ice Spirit had already slashed through it with a shot.

"So fast!" The thief didn't expect a druid to be even faster than him, and as soon as he dodged the shuriken, the opponent's scimitar was already in front of him.

Catwalk!

Directly passing through the two daggers that the opponent had set up to block, the Sherlock knife continued to move, and the ice spirit accurately hit the thief's head, followed by a blow of the cat's claw strengthened by the magic claw.

A round of entanglement was thrown at the opponent's feet, and his scimitar slashed quickly behind the opponent's back a few times, and then reflexively jumped back and the whole person rushed out towards the scattered side.

"Goodbye!" A gust of wind appeared in Sherlock's hand in mid-air.