The team consists of three men and three women, and the yin and yang are in harmony.

Charles, Chiho, and Yuta summed up today's results on the other side.

"We've accumulated another 500 merit points today, which is enough to redeem a piece of purple equipment in the Ivantho Shop." Yuta said with joy in his mouth. It's true that he's the vice president of the 'Blood Alliance', but being in a high position doesn't mean he doesn't need purple equipment.

In addition to the top three in the overall equipment list, it may be difficult to find the fourth god player who has collected a set of purple outfits in today's game progress.

"Hmm." Charles nodded.

He has no pursuit of purple equipment, so he is going to exchange these faction merit points for a warrior monk equipment and a poet equipment to give to the female president Yu Fei and Ren Qingwu respectively.

These are two women who are both extremely important to him, one who manages the current Rock Collar, and the other who will be an indispensable helper in his rebuilding of Nodashir. Fortunately, the merit value is enough to exchange for two, otherwise Charles would have to worry about how to level a bowl of water. He could clearly remember the resentful glance that President Yuffie had seen after his trip to the Aether Plane.

Needless to say, Yuffie must have watched his livestream and knew the process of collecting ancient scores. And there is no doubt that the poet's sister paper has already obtained the synthesized score.

Yuta's summary is interrupted by a sudden system prompt.

Bite.

The faction mission has changed, and the kill mission that lasted for several days has become a volley:

[Intercept the migration team of the Dragon Witch Cult and kill the NPC natives as much as possible.] Earn 1 merit for every low-level aboriginal cultist killed below lv10, and 10 merit points for every elite cultist with lv10-lv20 killed. 】

[Kill a canonical cultist above lv20, the specific merits and experience vary depending on the identity of the aborigines, there is no upper limit!] 】

"This is going to be a decisive battle!" The Bloodspawn Ranger exclaimed.

"Of course."

Charles is not surprised by this development.

Late at night, when the team members were all offline and Charles volunteered to keep vigil, a group of guests visited the camp.

"You're so interested."

Seeing the priest sitting in front of the campfire reading intently, a playful female voice spoke. A figure in a blue robe appeared silently behind Charles, leaning down almost close to him, looking at the book in his hand.

The one who came was undoubtedly Ingrid, the witch. Frightened by her dribble hitter, Charles quickly moved away from some of the lichs who turned their heads to stare at the mischievous.

Footsteps were heard from outside the camp, and Serelia appeared with two assistants, followed by Kassandala, the lord of Evanthor, and Van Rena, the legendary ranger of the forest saint Melicay.

When outsiders entered, Charles and Ingrid had changed into a different look of seriousness and seriousness.

Especially Ingrid, the thousand-year-old lich turned his face faster than a book, one moment he was smiling with Charles, and the next moment his face was full of nobility and majesty.

Even Van Ruina, who is also a legend, unconsciously slowed down her breathing in front of Ingrid, for fear of causing some big disturbance to disturb this powerful being.

There is also a strict hierarchy among the Legends.

For example, Van Reina has only 1 legendary level, which is undoubtedly the bottom in this field, while Ingrid is different, and so far Charles has not been able to peek into her information. But Charles affirmed that Ingrid's total rank was fifty and upward, while forty was semi-legendary, and forty-one was true legendary.

To put it simply, Van Rena is only a beginner-level legend, and Ingrid is a middle-level or even high-level legend.

Charles and Selelia, the leader of the Harpist League, looked at each other in a very tacit manner.

Sereria brings two semi-legendary helpers.

Harpist female mage Ruha.

Harpist Master Guy.

These are two special advanced professionals who belong exclusively to the harpist's power, and their strength is unquestionable. As the two most powerful pillars of the Hall of Dawn in Beldask, countless cultists have been lost in their hands, and the Dragon Witch Cult definitely does not want to see these two people.

Although only Ingrid came over from the Rock Realm, the Lich alone upset the balance of power between Evantor and the Dragonwitch Cult. With her there, it is equivalent to giving a layer of insurance to the encirclement and suppression of the Dragon Witch Sect this time, and there is almost no possibility of failure.

“…… Anyone else? Charles' ears twitched, and he looked out of the camp in surprise.

The moonlight was hazy, and the shadows of the trees cast on the ground suddenly blurred, and three female professionals with proud curves jumped out of them.

They wore classical robes similar to those of their blood siblings.

However, unlike the player, the three female natives also wore a corset around their waists, ornate jeweled hair ornaments, and a low collar of their robes, revealing the corsets and white flowers they wore underneath.

"Don't be nervous, they're Simon's Bloodwalkers." Kassandala, the female lord of the city, said.

Charr didn't pay much attention to the three female vampires who appeared, but stared at the shadowed area outside the camp for a moment.

Apparently, there was also a female vampire who didn't come out.

She should be a leader-level figure.

The 30 Perception stat gives the Charr an incomparably sharp perception. He subconsciously felt that he knew the vampire from Simon who was still hiding.

Taking a light breath, Charles made his way to the camp gate, only to be stopped by three vampire walkers.

An older, cold-looking vampire said, "Baron Iwachi, our princess doesn't want anyone to see her. ”

"Simon's vampire princess?" Charles's thoughts turned, ignoring the three vampires, and squeezed straight out of them, speaking as he walked, "Mahi, I know it's you, come out-"

Naturally, he took on a commanding tone. This seemed normal to Charles, as Mahi Simon was his retinue, and he had always addressed Mahi as such. The female blood never cared.

However, this tone, coupled with this almost rude and barbaric behavior, fell into the eyes of the three female vampires, and it smacked of provocation and disrespect.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the older female vampire.

"Sister, let me teach him a lesson!"

"This is the Dragon Coast, not the Rock Collar, so he can't be presumptuous!"

A spicy young vampire, estimated to be only sixteen or seventeen years old in appearance, screamed and flew out, his body was as agile as lightning, and he suddenly held a cold dagger in his hand, and there was a dark shadow around her as she galloped, and a phantom of a blood wolf appeared faintly behind her, the wolf was roaring, and his red eyes were coldly watching Charles.

Bloodlines are not the undead as people think of it, and bloodlines give them extraordinary resistance to sunlight, dispel and holy water, and so on. And judging by the confident stance of the Bloodline Wanderer, it is clear that she doesn't care much about Charles's profession.

What about pastors?

This is the Dragon Coast!

"Fall—"

In the eyes of the Bloodborne, the priest stood dumbfounded, unreacting from her lightning strike. It's also right to think about it, priests are not a profession that is known for their agility, especially when they are equipped with heavy armor, shields, and chains, which greatly reduces their mobility. The Bloodline Maiden is confident in her own blow!

However, when she had a cold face and was about to stab the dagger into the priest's eye socket, a terrible spiritual storm suddenly swept out of the priest's body as the center to the surrounding area of five or six meters!

Bloodborne girls bear the brunt!

"Hetty!" The older Bloodline Walker exclaimed from behind, she was a Bloodline spellcaster, and it was too late to reach out for her staff and try to protect her sister's mind.

The Bloodspawn Wanderer screamed and flew upside down. The priest stood motionless, and the impact of the spiritual power that condensed into the essence almost killed the bloodline that attacked him.

The girl fell to her knees two meters away from him, her whole body limp, and her pale face was tinged with a sickly flush.

There was a faint movement in the quiet night, but who was not a powerful professional with sharp facial features who was present subconsciously glanced at the lower body of the blood girl when he heard the sound. There was a puddle of wet stains that gradually spread on the ground.

Sensing everyone's gaze, the blood-descended girl was ashamed and indignant, burying her head on the ground like an ostrich, no longer showing her previous majestic appearance with her teeth and claws.

"Ahem......" Charles couldn't help but break the silence of the night.

This scene is so embarrassing.

It can only be said that the physique of the blood-descended girl is too sensitive. Hitting someone incontinent is really an unintentional mistake. Charles raised his hand to tell of his innocence: "Her mental will is too fragile. ”

The implication is don't blame me. It was the Blood Maiden who did it first.

The female lord Kassandala and the legendary female ranger Van Rena were stunned, while Sereria and the harpist and harpist behind her were forcibly maintaining a blank face.

A playful smile gradually bloomed on the corner of Ingrid's mouth, as if she had discovered a new toy, and her eyes kept scanning the blood girl lying on the ground.

"You're bullying my sister—"

Another heroic blood-descended female warrior didn't talk nonsense, pulled out the two-handed sword hanging from her waist and launched a charge, her reddish golden hair fluttering in the dark night, and the two-handed sword shone with the aura of skill, and slashed at Charles.

These are three exemplary bloodlines.

Charles didn't want to get too much into trouble with them, and he was much more comfortable with the warrior's attacks, as the warrior didn't have the explosiveness and speed of the Wanderer, so he had plenty of time to raise his shield.

Bang.

The sword and shield were handed over, and the two-handed sword hissed and cut through the shield surface, leaving only a shallow blow mark on the surface of the 'shield of the mountains'. After the war, Charles can be repaired by throwing a low-level recovery technique.

The Bloodess snorted and retreated to her sister's side, looking at her still trembling hands and broadsword in disbelief, and then looking at Charles with a look of disbelief.

If the heroic warrior Charles might not dare to carry their edge head-on, he is not so polite to the exemplary warrior.

"Mahi!" Glancing at the loitering who had fallen to the ground, the warrior who had lost his self-confidence, and the Bloodborne Warlock clutching his staff not far away, he shouted again to the shadows outside the camp.

The moors under the night sky are silent.

Charles waited for a moment, and couldn't help but throw a light spell at the shadow area.

But the shadows were dispelled, and there was no one there.

"...... gone?" (To be continued.) )