Rao is Wu Qi had already made mental preparations, and when he saw the task of establishing a guild, he couldn't help but gasp.

Wu Qi couldn't help but be curious: "Brother drunkard, what was your mission last time?"

"There's nothing I can't say." The drunkard smiled bitterly, and he realized that he had only smiled bitterly since he applied for the guild mission. "Our last mission was to capture a border post in the Kingdom of the Iliad. As a result, when we arrived at the border after our hard work, we found that there were 700 soldiers stationed in the outpost, and their strength was around the fifth-level demonic creatures, and with a charge, our team collapsed. ”

The Iliad borders Hobert, and the two countries are at war for a variety of reasons. The Hills of Sein, located in Endlier's territory, are the place where the two legions are stationed to face each other, and countless players who are keen on PK have gathered in Si, and even the harsh death punishment cannot extinguish their enthusiasm.

The soldiers of the Kingdom Legion are completely different from the monsters who do their own battles in the field, and they are also different from the recruits and militiamen in the Fenglong Territory that Wu Qi encountered when he was on the mission of the mercenary group. Qualified Kingdom soldiers, under the command of the legion commander, have neat battle formations and superb combat skills, which are not inferior to players of the same level. Putting a team of players who have just completed their transfer to a well-trained, formed group of Kingdom Legionnaires can be imagined.

"In that way, this mission is a little easier." Wu Qi was slightly silent, not knowing whether to scold or rejoice. A task with a completion probability of less than a quarter, Wu Qi really didn't dare to slap a swollen face and become fat.

"It is up to people to make things happen, and it's up to heaven to make things happen. Anyway, the task has been taken, so it's good for everyone to work hard to complete it. The drunkard looked around, and the atmosphere in the team was a little dull, so he said.

After speaking, he silently added in his heart: If it can't be completed this time, hundreds of people in the studio will be forced offline this week.

The Scarlet Monastery is in a spatial rift in the Tirisfal glade. After Wu Qi, the drunkards, and the others arrived at the Tirisfal Glade.

It didn't take long to follow the coordinates before I saw the spatial crack that stretched out from the depths of the dense forest.

In the Essevan Continent, spatial cracks can be seen everywhere, or silence you for a long time, but the actions of the various gods that have been circulating on the continent, or the powerful people of various races with great talents, or the abyss lords of the underground purgatory, they are not difficult to tear the space apart with their moves.

For various reasons, they tear apart the space and create another stable space in the turbulence of time and space. These spaces are large or small, as large as the underground abyss that I don't know how deep it is, as small as a series of dungeons that players farm, and the blood-colored monastery in front of Wu Qi.

The entrance to the spatial rift was not only one, nor did it only exist in one place, so the drunkard and the others did not stop and wait for the other three competing teams.

As soon as he found the crack in the space, the drunkard waved his hand, and everyone in the world studio and Yan Zhaotang and his party rushed in.

Like a teleportation array, with slight dizziness, the light waves in front of him flowed, and the picture unfolded one by one.

The interior of the spatial rift was still the appearance of the Tirisfal glade, sparse and ancient trees standing in a disorderly manner, green and messy shrubs clinging to the trees, and a winding path stretching long into the distance.

However, the blood-colored monastery that appeared not far away, and the always gloomy sky, the silent forest where the birds and beasts could not be heard, and the picture of the bright sunlight outside scattering golden fragments and birds chirping on the branches were completely different, and the gloomy atmosphere always pressed on everyone's hearts, which made people feel dull.

The drunkard looked around vigilantly, then made sure that the other three teams were not around, and then turned his gaze to the towering blood-colored monastery in the distance. He raised his hand and motioned for the group to move towards the location of the Scarlet Monastery.

The thieves were sprinkled out at the first time, along with the assassins under Wu Qi's Bitter Suffering, and the Wind Thieves Shadow Kill, they either forwarded or looked around, relying on their stealth ability, quietly inquiring for news.

The Shield-Warriors were at the top of the line, flanked by paladins and berserkers, mages and clerics in the middle of the line, surrounded by ring protection, slowly moving forward, and the hunters walking at the rear, bows and crossbows. The most unfortunate people in the studio are also veterans who have been playing for a few years, and they have long been familiar with these basic configurations.

By the time the team slowly walked out of the woodland, stepping into the barren wilderness, and approaching the majestic blood-colored monastery, they still hadn't found any information about the other three teams. The thieves walked away from the group, spilling like a giant net into the woodland to the east of the Scarlet Abbey, and still found nothing.

You should wait until you enter the monastery to meet the other teams. When the drunkard was slightly relieved, his eyes were fixed on the front.

It was a cemetery, with ancient inscriptions of Templars and priests of the Light who had been buried here for the Light.

The stele has been eroded by the years and become mottled, and the stele is on the ground, and the inscription has long been diffuse and difficult to read, only the raised cemetery next to the stele is overgrown with weeds, indicating that a hero was buried here.

The steles are sparsely spaced, but they occupy a large area, from what the drunkard sees to the deep open door of the Scarlet Abbey.

This kind of cemetery arrangement is very strange, but the drunkard is no longer in the mood to care about this strange cemetery arrangement. As far as he could see, in the vast cemetery, from time to time a dead spirit climbed out of the grave, turning over the wet dirt.

The flesh and blood of these undead have long since withered, except for a little carrion hanging from their bodies, falling from time to time. They faltered, but armed and roamed the vast cemetery, guarding the graves where they had been buried.

Perhaps it was the smell of strangers, or perhaps the low voices of the team woke up the silent undead. An undead crapped the bones on its neck and looked at the drunkards, Wu Qi and others not far away.

The gray-blue soul flame in the eye socket of its skull fluctuated abnormally slightly, and it was cold for a moment before it reacted. It raised its bone sword, and the bones clicked as if they had awakened. With the vigorous movement, the remaining pieces of carrion on his ribs fell off. The undead's mouth closed, as if a special voice echoed through the empty field.

The drunkard was unaware of the voice, and the cemetery in front of him suddenly became lively. The graveyards were abruptly lifted up, the clumps of wild grass were torn apart, and the silent earth was turned over, revealing the moist and fresh smell of earth inside.