"They're dead? It's crazy that the King of Nature protects your people! It's daylight! ”

Raven looked at the two players in front of him with some horror as they gradually dissipated into the air, perhaps as an impromptu alliance or as an old acquaintance of luck so they could rest on each other.

But now, they've all been killed for some strange unknown reason.

Looking at their Death Money's distorted faces, it was thought that the reason for this was either some kind of vicious curse or some kind of evil force.

However, the group did not receive the kill prompt, knowing that killing other players in the shelter during the day will be marked by the will of the plane, and any concealment ability will be ineffective.

This is undoubtedly a strange thing, after all, this rule has a very important meaning for shelters.

If it is broken, then it means that the Sanctuary will lose its unique place in the moonlit night of purgatory.

So the people in the shelter now looked a little frightened, and their fellow ranger who was in charge of vigilance was completely confused.

What happened? What should I do? This one seems to be cold?

Endless doubts put the Ranger in a state of downtime, while the surrounding players are filled with an eerie atmosphere.

Perhaps, this time the shelter can kill?

A dangerous possibility appeared in everyone's minds, and the atmosphere in the entire shelter suddenly became subtle.

At this moment, a warrior with a heavy sword near a ranger suddenly turned red, and then the ranger struck him with a sword without reacting at all!

"Warning: There is a rule-breaking thug in the shelter, and other players are free to attack that player."

It was at this time that all players in the shelter showed up with this red warning.

Then in the next second, the warrior's body began to emit a blinding scarlet light.

By this time, the fighters had regained their senses.

"Not ......"

He tried to defend himself in panic, but the next moment he was pierced through his chest by a ghost with a huge scythe that appeared out of thin air!

The Shade with the giant scythe glanced at the crowd with its glowing green eyes, then pointed at one of the players with its pale fingers with sharp nails.

Suddenly his body was ethereal, and he disappeared into the shelter, from which he was banished and could not be re-entered during the campaign.

"Rules...... Don't disobey! ”

After leaving an eerie whisper, the Shadow Spirit, with its giant scythe, vanished into thin air.

The crowd was relatively silent, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed.

Old Pike and Raven Man looked at each other, then retreated into the corner and continued to whisper.

"It's not good......"

Old Pike straightened his already thinning hairline and said with a solemn face.

"Under the guidance of my brother, we rely on each other and work together."

After a short discussion in the sanctuary, the Raven and Old Pike decided to form an alliance, because the situation was a bit strange from the beginning, and it was not the old fritters' style to go it alone.

Because of their limited lifespan, the Raven Men have a lot of respect for the old human beings, and they believe that humans who can live to twice their lifespan should be wise and full of adventure.

Because of the problem of the active area of the Raven people, they rarely interact with the elves, so they are still in a certain stage of questioning the existence of the elves.

It's hard for them to imagine what it's like to have a race that stretches for thousands of years, which is almost as long as the entire history of some of their tribes.

They believe that elves are human beings, but in fact there is no such race.

However, it is difficult to say about the crows who have entered the comprehensive network......

They are variables in the race, and cannot be summed up in the universal image of the Raven Man.

However, the thinking of the tribe is still carried out into their will, so the Raven people's little respect for Old Pike is not without a source.

"There are many types of shelters, each with a different ill-amation event."

"For example, some shelters are made up of some kind of large architectural evil mind, and to bear its protection requires enough sacrifices, which means that it will devour a player every once in a while."

Old Pike subconsciously grasped the long sword in his hand, and the cold touch of the scabbard made his heart settle down a little.

"Can you resist?"

Raven asked, wide-eyed.

"Giant building evil creatures of the level 18 boss template...... You use your claws to tickle people, and you don't think you're strong enough. ”

Old Pike leaned against the cold walls of the shelter, then paused as he continued:

"The shelter we have now should belong to some kind of evil spirit, and I don't like to deal with these guys...... It's a headache. ”

Old Pike said with some unpleasantness.

It was because he had suffered the loss of these things in a certain battle, so he bought the current Divine Sword.

Because the consumption of potions and magic scrolls is still too expensive, and this long sword can be passed down if it is properly maintained.

He is old, and he has to leave something for posterity.

Maybe one day one of his descendants will rise, and the sword may be put in a collection cabinet by him, and he will tell the visitors that it is the relic of one of his ancestors......

In a sense, it's also a way to keep the meaning of life going.

At least, he won't be forgotten forever, just as the world has never been to this man called Old Pike.

And this is also the last consciousness of an adventurer who is about to approach the twilight of life.

"Evil Spirit ......"

The Raven Man frowned, its claws unnaturally tightened.

Stormclaw's damage type is very purely physical, and it has not yet mastered the ability to attach elements through other means.

However, as an experienced adventurer, it is naturally a magic scroll with a magic weapon.

But that doesn't mean it wants to use it, after all, the price of that thing is a bit painful......

But putting these into the destruction of evil spirits may not be able to pay off.

As we all know, evil spirits and ghosts are evil monsters that belong to the destitute class of monsters.

Only special professions such as necromancers can squeeze enough oil and water out of these guys.

At that moment, clear footsteps could be heard from the shadowy staircase of the shelter, full of twisting power, as if a creature was approaching.

Some players subconsciously looked at the panel of the all-round network, and it had been almost an hour since the acid rain appeared.

Just as they were muttering what kind of guy could survive in the acid rain for so long, with the sound of footsteps becoming clearer, a bright bald head appeared in front of everyone......