The forest at night is terrifying, and the pirates have nothing to gain but death after a chilling afternoon.

The pirates, who were originally divided into four teams, were constantly attacked by the players, and now they had to come together.

They were originally on a reconnaissance mission, but now they have become survival in the wild.

"Whoosh!"

A cold arrow silently struck a pirate on the edge of the camp in the shadows, and the pirate wailed and fell to the ground clutching his thighs.

The deliberately shortened arrow had a hollow body, and under the control of the ranger Ji Wanbing, the arrow did not completely penetrate the target's thigh, and blood shot out through the hollow arrow.

Wounded but not dead, Ji Wanbing tried to use the tactics he had learned in the reserves, and in one afternoon he had already caused seven deaths and twelve wounded.

Count this, thirteen.

Dressed in a homemade suit, the ranger lurked on a tree trunk less than five meters from the pirate camp, and after several battles, Ji Wanbing determined that the second wave of pirates, despite being led by transcendents, was still like a blind man in the forest.

If there was enough time, Ji Wanbing felt that he even had the ability to slowly kill them one by one.

The Ranger watched the pirates with a frightened expression, away from his wounded companions, no one daring to help him with his wounds, and no one trying to find the attacker.

In their previous experience, they have been taught several times by this way of encirclement and reinforcement.

"Help me!" The wounded pirate watched in despair as his companion retreated like a shrunken turtle, unwilling to step forward: "I can still be saved, as long as the bleeding stops, I can live, don't leave myself here!" ”

The wounded pirate glanced down at the wound on his leg and pressed hard against the muscles above the wound, trying to slow the flow of blood.

He had the courage to pull the damn arrow out, but he didn't know if he would have enough time to deal with the wound on his own, he might faint from ischemia, or he might not be able to keep his arm steady because of the pain.

He needed the help of his companions, even though he had witnessed it three times, and all those who tried to rescue were killed by the same cold arrows.

But he still wished he was the one who was different, maybe the demonic hunter was gone? Maybe he didn't hide in the shadows this time, waiting for the next victim to take the bait?

"Bartos, man, don't leave me behind!" The wounded pirate looked at one of his close friends, "Remember, the last time we were doing that deal, you met a hard stubble, and I helped you kill that swordsman!" ”

"Please, help me, I can't do it alone!" The wounded pirate's face was pale, and the speed of the bleeding was terrifying to him, as the previous arrow had likely severed several arteries.

"Phew!" He was answered by a gunshot, and the pirate named Bartos gave him a beating blow with his musket.

Buckshot shattered the wounded pirate's head, settling his troubles once and for all.

"A rabble." The Ranger quietly changed places, intending to repeat his previous actions again.

The Assassin Fan Li was also lurking nearby, and as the pirates gathered, the players of the Retribution Warband were divided into two parts, one to hunt the pirates here, and the other to attack the pirates' warships.

Fan Li had already blended into the camp temporarily surrounded by the pirates at this time, relying on the shadows generated by various objects and the blind spots of the pirates, he roamed freely as if he was in his own home, like a ghost.

If you look at it from a third-party perspective, Fan Li at this time is like colluding with the pirates.

Whenever an Assassin appeared in a place, several pirates around him who could have spotted him would turn around in cooperation or look away in understanding.

When a plurality of pirates appeared, Fan Li would always walk into the shadow of a tent or something else.

This is Fan Li's professional talent, [Misplaced Stealth], relying on perceptual attributes and prediction, to replace the traditional assassin's reliance on shadow power, and focus more on the exercise of the body.

Of course, Fan Li's keen perception in the police system in the face of monitoring equipment all year round has also greatly enhanced this talent.

It hardly takes much thought for him to judge the angle of observation of the target and find the blind spots.

For Fan Li, this was an instinctive behavior, and even his teacher Connor had to admit that Fan Li had surpassed himself in the point of [Misplaced Stealth].

Of course, Master Kong's own skill points are all on [Peerless Stealth], and the demand for this talent is very low, after all, the eyes of the dead are blind spots 360 degrees.

Fan Li looked east and west like buying vegetables in the vegetable market, skipping more than a dozen pirates and didn't make a move, he wanted to find a transcendent person with enough weight.

As a people's policeman, he naturally has no good impression of this kind of unorganized and disorderly criminal gang, and there is no chance for him to perform in reality, and when he enters the game, he finds that there are too many scum.

"Did Mama kick the iron plate this time?" A few pirates gathered around the campfire were chatting: "This job is too embarrassing, three or four of those captain-level characters have died, and they can't do it." ”

"What's the use of saying so much, come and come, just go back, I guess Mama won't spare us." Another pirate was grilling fish over a campfire: "Follow the army honestly, and when we get back to sea, we can teach those Seris a lesson sooner or later!" ”

"It's better to be at sea, remember the last time the slave ship was transported, those slaves were really well trained!" A strong pirate covered in tattoos recalled: "Especially those female slaves, I don't know how those New World people were trained, it's just ......."

Halfway through the pirate's words, he stopped moving, and lowered his head as if he were asleep.

The relatively thin body of the assassin Fan Li crouched behind the strong pirate, and a slender dagger stabbed along the back of the opponent's head all the way into the forehead, stirring the brain into a ball.

"Hey, don't talk halfway! What happened to those female slaves? The pirate who had spoken before had not taken part in the raid, but he had already heard many of his companions boast: "You should say it quickly!" ”

As he spoke, the pirate reached out and pushed the other man, but the tattooed pirate fell backwards, and there was no one around, and several pirates looked at each other, shaking like a sieve.

They don't even know how it all happened.

The Assassin Fan Li had disappeared into the shadows ten meters away, and he saw a brightly lit tent that looked like a place for the big man to stay.