Then, Sherlock also briefly explained his mission, and the two sides reached a cooperation intention, and a combination of two rangers, two druids, and one priest was born.

In the forest, the strength of this combination is definitely a bug, and just saying that all five of them can make the others doubt their lives.

Not to mention rum and whiskey, the key is that Tequila, a priest who believes in Merikai, also has the skill of arboriculture in the natural realm.

The reason why these three people saw through Sherlock's trap at a glance was because they were themselves users of this routine.

So, NPC Kodek continued to start roasting, but the trees around him changed from two to five, which seemed more natural.

As time passed, one player after another continued to die at the hands of the five of Sherlock, and unless they encountered a team of more than three people, they could not hold out for more than two rounds under the ambush of the five of them.

In the case of a few people deliberately making heads, by the time more than half of the time, Mikasa had already accumulated more than 800 points, a result that no one would be able to surpass, unless someone could kill Kodek.

When Mikasa had finished off one of the troubadours again, Sherlock spoke up to stop several of them: "The magic fluctuations are gone." ”

"Understood, my rune chestnut has followed." The Ranger stares ahead with wide eyes, opening up the shared vision and hearing of his natural companion.

The ability to share hearing is also a sub-skill of the natural partner, and the distance will be affected by the skill level when used by the druid, but the Ranger does not have this limit.

Half an hour ago, Sherlock Superman's perception had spotted a nearby gaze that had been peeking at them again, and he had quietly observed for a long time and still did not find any hidden creatures, but instead saw a looming wave of magical power.

In the face of such an unknown enemy, shifting positions is the safest way, but the natural partner of whiskey, Rune Chestnut, offers another viable solution.

Rune chestnuts are a chestnut-sized rat-like magical creatures that are weak in combat, but they are natural trackers, except for a short period of invisibility, they are best at magic sensing, as long as they remember a spell fluctuation, and when the caster casts the spell again, they can follow the spell trail to the other party.

With the player's current strength, it is impossible to do ultra-remote monitoring, so it didn't take long for a group of players to appear in the whiskey's field of vision.

"How's that, Drian." Said a half-elf dressed as a ranger.

"There are five of them, two druids, two rangers, and a priest, and one of them is a leader, which you should be interested in." A mage in a red robe rubbed his eyes, not wanting to sell it, and continued: "It's the same Sherlock who robbed us of our S-level entry certificate. ”

"That druid." The soldiers on the side immediately remembered when they heard this name, and shouted angrily, that was his first independent command, and he was picked by the other party.

"That's just right, anyway, if you want to grab NPCs, it's not bad to get some interest back by the way." The half-elf ranger dragged his chin and smiled fiercely.

For players who dare to provoke Cobra's horn, he has never left his hands, before because he couldn't spare people to explore the Blood Temple, after coming here, the Supreme Hunt began again, originally thinking that he would wait for the Supreme Hunt to end and then trouble the other party, but now it seems that it will save trouble.

"Drian, continue to monitor after the CD is ready, and the others will listen to my arrangement......"

A group of people gathered around to discuss siege tactics, and Sherlock and the others, a mile away, began to design an ambush.

Rather than constantly worrying about someone else's attack, they prefer to do it once and for all.

At this point in the dungeon, there were only 27 players left except for the five of them, and as long as they eliminated each other here, it would be difficult for the rest of them to pose a threat to them.

In this kind of hunting dungeon, the trust between people is basically zero, even if they know each other, they may not be able to form a team, if the remaining 17 people can still form a team of ten people, it can really only be said that they are unlucky.

Both sides were actively preparing, and under a tree two miles away, an elven girl also broke open her eyes, and after retracting the natural companion on her shoulder, she spoke in a low voice with the barbarian warrior monk on the side.

"Uncle Wolf, they should be fighting, what should we do."

"It seems that the gang is here for that thing, just like us, and can't stay, and as for Sherlock, their mission should be to protect the hunting target, not that there is no way to do both, depending on the situation."

While you are hunting, you may also be the prey in the eyes of others, and the relationship between the hunter and the prey, the relationship between the two will not be the same, and no one knows who the winner will be until the last moment.

This kind of duel full of savagery and passion is the greatest meaning of life, the victory of the superior and the inferior, the survival of the fittest, this is the way of hunting.

This kind of moment is the most exciting place for the supreme hunt and the most noble tribute to the god of hunting.

Whew-

A fresh breeze blew, and a ragged Terran man sat among five oak trees, roasting a piece of fresh snake meat, but it could be seen from the barbecue skills that he did not flip for half a day, this man was either not good at cooking, or his mind was not on it.

Suddenly, a halfling with a staff appeared out of thin air 15 yards away, and a black tentacle suddenly extended from her body, entangled the Terran man, and dragged him back.

And at that moment, a sky of ice, snow and arrows covered the fire.

It's the elemental spell Snow and the Ranger's Rain of Arrows, both of which can only be learned at level 20.

"Up!" With a shout, four more figures sprang up from different positions.

The roars of natural creatures, the chanting of spellcasters, the cracking of weapons in the air, and the otherwise peaceful woods suddenly became noisy.

In the midst of this noise, the five oak trees in the center were directly broken into pieces, but the expected player figure was not a single one.

At this moment, whether they were rushing to the front of the melee class, they realized that something was wrong, but before they could think further, three flames rushed from under their feet.

Rumble!

The roaring explosion was mixed with a scream.

Everyone turned their eyes to see that the only halfling priest in the team had fallen to the ground, and a figure with two scimitars standing beside her was running towards the nearby mages.

Look at the strange cat lady transformation, who else is not Sherlock.