Wu Qi looked strange and took the items he had picked up so hard.

Quest Scroll: The Lost Chapter (1/2)

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The quest scroll is made of paper, with intricate lines and strange traces, and it seems to be a broken map. Wu Qi observed it carefully, and there was a fine text on the edge of the scroll, which was written in the ancient lingua franca.

It took Wu Qi a lot of effort to translate these words one by one-

"Fight or forget······" Wu Qi read these words softly, and he suddenly remembered that when he first came to investigate the situation of the Eternal Night Fortress, the first penance sword saint he had killed had said the same thing before he died.

"Boss Jin and Song, have you researched anything?" He poked his head over and asked curiously.

"Nope!" Wu Qi closed the task scroll and put it away, "Put the task scroll here first, and then distribute it when it is collected." ”

Naturally, everyone has no opinion on Wu Qi's proposal. Wu Qi nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand, and said, "Okay, let's go, the next location, training camp!" ”

The training camp is located at the other top of the "Pin" shaped Eternal Night Fortress, and it occupies a huge area, which is where the original kingdom trained the elite warriors of the kingdom, practiced martial arts, and tempered itself.

But now, the huge training camp was full of weeds, and mages holding magic staff and wearing magic robes stood quietly, as if thinking about some esoteric magic question.

"The swordsman occupies the magic tower, but the mage occupies the warrior's training camp. Tut-tut! "The jubilant bloodthirsty cabbage, which has regained its elation, is amazed at this situation.

When he first knew about this situation, Wu Qi's mind was similar to that of bloodthirsty cabbage, and he felt that there must be some reason for it. But when I wanted to investigate carefully, I didn't get any clue, so I had to give up.

Wu Qi remembered the things recorded in the broken task scroll in his backpack, and his heart moved, this time, maybe he could know the reason.

"Stop muttering, split up the formation, and get ready to start the monster!" Wu Qi didn't let the bloodthirsty cabbage and others discuss it, and began to distribute manpower to prepare for the strategy training camp.

Meditation Cultivator: A level 15 elite creature

HP: 60000/60000

Skills: Small Fireball, Meditation, Scorching Staff

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The attributes are similar to the ascetic swordsmen he encountered before, and the strength of the ascetic swordsmen who thought of the magic tower gradually increased from the outside to the inside, so Wu Qi also maintained the formation of the previous strategy magic tower. More than 500 people were divided into 17 teams and pushed over.

As for why the level 15 elite-level creature still learned the skill of small fireball, although Wu Qi was puzzled, he didn't care too much, and with a wave of his hand, he began to organize an attack.

Ordinary elite monsters, can't make much waves······

But the front row of shield armor warriors cautiously charged to the side of the meditation methodist, taunted the hand and steadily pulled the hatred, the armor piercing weakened the armor of the meditation master, and began to beckon his teammates to keep up with the output, and the next move of the meditation master simply fell through everyone's glasses.

After being attacked, the meditation master first shouted "Let me use hellfire to purify your flames" in a rather violent temper, and then raised the pitch-black staff like scorched wood, and a small fireball that was too ordinary to be ordinary fell on the small round shield of the shield battle, unsurprisingly knocking out the almost negligible damage of the shield battle, and the priest casually pulled up a healing spell, causing the little shield battle to be silly for a while.

Then the meditative magicians flicked their robes, and flames ignited on the pitch-black staffs, and the roar slapped on the shield-armored warriors who were caught off guard.

-187！

A stick knocked out nearly one-third of the small shield battle's blood volume, and the small shield battle suddenly couldn't be happy.

"Nurse! Hurry up and milk me! Xiao Dunzhan said anxiously. He quickly adjusted his position and resumed his defensive stance, and he raised his small round shield, focusing on the position of his staff, ready to block at any moment.

This Nima is a melee mage!

Wu Qi, who was at the back of the team and observed the situation, was full of black lines, could you be the legendary melee mage who casually added a little fireball (flash technique) and the rest of the full pile of strength······

They silently watched as the mages lifted their robes, rolled up their sleeves, and opened their wands······

"Ahem! Thieves go to attract monsters, everyone is ready to farm monsters. Wu Qi was the first to break the silence and commanded.

Their thirteen third-order professionals were assigned to a group individually to deal with unexpected situations. At the moment, although the teams are in a hurry, they are all in danger, and they can quickly adjust without serious attention. They can also take this opportunity to rely on the strength of the third-order professionals and directly cultivate meditation cultivators.

Soon, the bitter and white mullet attracted a large number of meditation practitioners to run over, and the meditation monks roared and chased after them, not even bothering to let go of the small fireballs, spreading their feet and carrying their robes for a fierce chase.

The three of them, who were as immovable as a mountain and whose shadow was falling, lined up and caught the hatred of the meditation master, Wu Qi resisted the urge to hide his face and sigh, and raised his staff and chanted a spell.

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"Target: Level 15 Elite Rank Demon Creature Meditation Master Death!"

"Absorb the soul power of the target Meditation Cultivator and gain 630 experience points."

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No matter how wonderful the melee mages are, with the last meditation mage being killed, all the meditation mages scattered throughout the training ground are finally killed, turning them into experience and equipment for players.

"Hey, hey! It's the final boss! My staff has been hungry for a long time! At that time, Mingyue imitated the tone and sneered sadly.

After cleaning up the battlefield, everyone was gathered together, rearranged their formations, and quickly set their eyes on the altar in the center of the training ground. A mage in a fiery red robe sat with his back to them, his robe fluttering, and he had the demeanor of a strong man.

"Don't tell me, this is also a melee mage!" The bloodthirsty cabbage stared at the mage's back, and his tone was a little strange.

Before the bloodthirsty cabbage could finish speaking, the mage in the fiery red robe stood up and stood up, he slowly turned around, and his eyes fell on the black crowd under the altar.

The black-pressed crowd tilted their heads slightly, and their eyes fell on the hands of the fiery red-robed mage. Despite their mental preparations, most of the people couldn't help but look weird······

A long sword!

Well, this is even more straightforward, and he didn't even bother to cover up the basic staff, and directly picked up the long sword.

At that time, Mingyue felt that his throat was a little dry, and he opened his mouth to answer the bloodthirsty cabbage's previous question.

"As you wish······"