Afternoon.

Sunset Mountains.

The sound of conversation and footsteps could be heard in a deep cavern.

It didn't take long for a neatly dressed team of players to come out of the cave one after another. The leader was a sorcerer wearing a gray robe and holding a staff.

"Commander, what are we doing so secretly, I have been shrinking in this cave for two days, and my whole person is not good......"

A female bard player with a lyre and a bored plucking strings complained to the Grey Warlock. Most of the team looked at each other and nodded, wondering why they were hiding in the cave instead of camping out in the open.

The warlock leader's face changed, and he was about to scold as usual, but when he saw that except for one or two old men in the team who were evasive, the rest of the newcomers were all puzzled, and there were words of suffering in their hearts.

"Forget it, it doesn't hurt to tell you." The warlock leader shook his head and sighed: "The leader asked me to take you out to brush up on the experience level, and you have also seen that these monsters in the wild are more terrifying than the other, if we don't start from the aborigines, we won't be able to complete the president's task at all." ”

"Then why sneak around?" The newcomers in the group looked at each other.

"Because such behavior is forbidden......"

The Warlock Leader's face was cloudy for a while and he said, "Do you know about the Player Alliance?" At the beginning of the holographic era, major groups and guilds formulated a series of tacit rules. Exploiting system loopholes, deliberately killing aborigines, and then brushing up experience is to be punished. ”

"So we're all accomplices, if any of you doesn't leak the door out, you are wanted by the Alliance, and even stabbed to the temple and the city magistrate, don't blame me for not warning you in advance." The Warlock Leader said with a cold face.

"This ......"

The newcomers in the group silently digested it, and soon some newcomers sneered: "What player alliance, the official didn't say anything, what qualifications do they have to hunt us down." ”

"The game world is used to relax, you should do whatever you want, you can kill people if you want to, and you can do what you can't do in reality."

Some people coaxed, and naturally many newcomers echoed it.

"There was once a group that came up with the concept that the game world was a second world and worked hard to build the rules for it, although it eventually disbanded."

A hint of jealousy crossed the Warlock Leader's face.

"Second World?" A newcomer immediately exclaimed, "Isn't this the promotional slogan of "Dawn" when it was tested, could it be that the group's actions have been officially recognized?" ”

"Or does it mean that the official doesn't want to interfere in the development of the world, but let the players themselves contribute to the world and construct their own Garden of Eden?"

A newcomer's words made the warlock leader grasp the staff in his hand. He tried his best to dispel the fear of the group in his heart, and whispered, "We are already in the middle of the lake!" ”

"There's no turning back!"

"Do you want to level up? Do you want to make the reputation of our Overlord Elite Group out? Want other players to look up to you? So don't overthink it and remember this kind of **! ”

The Warlock Leader finally roared, as if to vent something, and the other newcomers looked at the Leader hysterically, not knowing what he was stimulating.

Not far from the cave, the eyes hidden in the bushes quietly withdrew their gaze.

A figure flew away.

At this time.

The Shire is perched on a boulder on the shore of Pterodactyl Lake, looking out over the endless inland lake. In fact, he was thinking more about leveling up and restructuring Nodahill.

Something like an unknown team breaking the rules and killing the aborigines to farm monsters, he has encountered too many things, and there is no need to focus on this.

All three bantams were left in the woods, and the sorcerer was in a daze behind.

Figures swept in from the forest in the distance, fingertips quicksand. She's in charge of spying on that team, and now she's back to say that it's getting moving.

Charles nodded at the quicksand on his fingertips, then stared at the lake.

"Plop"

A few minutes later, a small head emerges from the lake. He flicked his wet hair, and swam ashore with ease like a swimmer.

"Got it figured out." The halfling walked while shaking off the water trail, "There is a tribe of two hundred people in size of the Shahua Fishmen, which is at the bottom of the lake about two or three hundred meters from the shore of the lake. The fish-man tribe has a lot of fish eggs in fishing nets, and I guess the gang is going to attack the fish eggs and cause the fish people to be angry. ”

"I see."

Charles's eyes flashed, he glanced at the 'Aquatic Ring' worn by the halfling on his thumb, and smiled, "You can continue to use this ring first." ”

"I speculate that there are a few mages in that team who can perform 'water breathing', but the task of attracting monsters must be given to Gao Min's profession, you stay in the water and kill all the people who go into the water." Charles said.

"This mission is good, underwater assassination ......"

Zhuchuan's eyes lit up, but he frowned again and said, "After we killed two or three groups of people who attracted monsters, they probably ran away, what should we do?" ”

"I'm thinking about it too." Charles rubbed his temples and said, "You arrived a day before us, and you almost explored the Sunset Mountains, right?" ”

"Are there any more powerful monster tribes on land?"

Takekawa instantly understood what the priest meant, this is to draw a scoop according to the gourd, so that the gang can taste the fear of being bulldozed by monsters, so that it can be regarded as a lesson.

"A powerful monster horde?" Takekawa grabbed his chin, thought for a while, and snapped his hands.

"When I visited this area yesterday evening, I observed the activity of an aquatic ogre tribe on the shores of Pterodactyl Lake......

"Aquatic ogres?"

Charles didn't let go of his brows, he locked it anyway, "Aquatic ogres are a subspecies of ogres that inhabit freshwater lakes and rivers, and the larger groups must have ogre wizards, and we used to be sent to death." ”

"No, no." Takekawa shook his head with a smile, "I've observed, this ogre group is not a tribe, there are about thirty or forty adult ogres, there are no old and weak women and children, all of them are elites who can fight, and most of the ogres are still wounded, so they should have been expelled here recently." ”

"That's just the right amount." Charles smiled, "I can teach those guys a lesson, and I won't catch up with myself." Of course, this performance is indispensable for the audience. ”

"Audience?" Takekawaichi was a little confused.

"You go and shoot an arrow book at the Sunset Fishing Village and tell them the story of what's going to happen on the beach, then it's up to us next." Charles said.

"Kill two birds with one stone! Wonderful! Takekawa gave a thumbs up, "This can finally relieve the fishing village's rejection of the Holy Arrivals, and it can be regarded as a blessing for the latecomers." ”

Half an hour later.

Charles led the quicksand at his fingertips, haunted by his dreams, and found the aquatic ogre tribe that Takekawa had mentioned. At the same time, the elite group of the Overlord Guild also stood on the shore of the lake.

"Feiko, Marta, it's your turn to get into the water this time, be careful."

The Warlock Leader' said to the two wanderers.

There were two sixth-level mages in the team, waving their staff and chanting incantations at the wanderer, and after a while, a faint milky white film of light shrouded the wanderer.

"That's it." The overlord said ruthlessly and lightly.

The game IDs are two wanderers of 'Feiko' and 'Marta', and their expressions are also relaxed. Because in the past two days, the team's attraction has never failed. This is the last wave of fishmen, and at least it takes a few dozen fishman warriors to go ashore to attack the fishing village, and the experience is considerable.

Feiko and Marta smiled and walked into the deep water, then swooped down.

They clicked on the 'Swimming' skill, and after diving, they found that the water in the lake was very clear, and they could clearly see far away without visual spells.

The bottom of the lake was covered with boulders and algae, and Feiko spat out a string of blisters in his mouth, pointed to the fish-man scouts who were faintly swimming in the distance, and pulled out the dagger hanging from his waist.

Marta was spitting blisters and touching the handle of the dagger in her palm, but at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flew out between the gaps in the boulders behind the two of them.

"Snort"

First, Marta was hit in the throat and died directly. Feike turned his head in surprise when he heard the abnormal sound of water, and then his expression was fixed on the corpse.

Two streaks of white light burst out of the lake and vanished, while the body in the water was dragged into the cracks of the stone by a small figure to hide.

"Player 'Marta' is dead."

"Player 'Feiko' is dead."

Team players on shore, such a hint appears on the retina.

“…… What's going on? Most of the people had a look of surprise and disbelief written on their faces. There haven't been any problems in the past two days.

The overlord was ruthless, and his face was gloomy like water.

The two main wanderers died, and now they are resurrected and returned to the city temple area, and they will not be able to join the team until at least the day after tomorrow, which has a great impact on the team's follow-up activity plans.

"Two more loiters." The overlord ruthlessly decided to gamble again. He thought that the first two of them must have been accidentally killed by the Fish-Man scouts.

There were five squads in the regiment, each with a loiterer, and two had died just now, and now there were only three left.

The three wanderers, you look at me, I look at you, their expressions are a little hesitant.

"Don't think about it, let me go down!"

Seeing this, the overlord ruthlessly snorted.

The Master stood up and cast the spell, and the three wanderers all set the 'Water Breathing Technique', and it was impossible to retreat at this time. However, not long after the three of them went into the water, a prompt appeared in front of the team:

"The player's 'love trap' is dead."

"Player 'Cold Moon Burial Flower' is dead."

"Player 'Radiance' is dead."

The lakeside team ushered in a deathly silence, and no one said anything for a long time.

……

The other side.

Charles, haunted by dreams, and quicksand at their fingertips, looked at a low hill about two or three hundred meters away from Pterodactyl Lake, on which a group of ogres were building a nest.

Aquatic ogres are not significantly different from their terrestrial counterparts, except for their incredible swimming speed, aquatic ogres are accustomed to spears, and their natural profession is barbarian.

Charles noticed that the one who was holding a long whip and scolding ordinary ogres for their work was an Ogre Overseer, an advanced professional, with 20 class levels, to say the least.

"Level 20 elite monster, not a clan lord."

"It seems that this ogre must be part of a tribe, and after being expelled from the wilderness, this ogre overseer led the remnants of the defeated army to migrate here."

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(I haven't had a good rest recently, my head is a little blocked, and I think the plot is not as smooth as before, embarrassed.) This one was sent in advance, and I went back to bed and lay down again, asking for a recommendation ticket to comfort and comfort, embarrassed. ）