Sorry, I'll make up for it tomorrow!

Chapter 29 Crescent Coffin

In the pure darkness of the sea of trees, the giant figure of the demonic beast approaching three meters gradually disappeared from everyone's sight as the soul searchlight was exhausted. Instead, there was a foul smell of blood mixed with the air, blood mixed with internal organ fragments.

The humid air became heavy, and the feeling was as heavy as if it were going to stain the skin, and when this disgusting air was combined with the silent and windless sea of trees, it could make people feel even more irritated.

However, the more this happens, the less anyone notices the imminent danger.

Having defeated the mighty Night Hunters, they were still intoxicated with the spoils of war and the joy of victory, carefully alerting the beasts for possible moves, and hurriedly recharging the depleted soul searchlights.

They simply thought that it was because of their exposure to the light that the hunter of the night would fall into their hands. And if you go back to the darkness, this kind of monster that is like a fish in water in the paint is not something that players at this stage can compete with at all.

At this moment, they just want to light the soul searchlight again, let the light return, let the sense of security return to their uneasy body. Yes, the huge and uncertain danger in the sea of trees has made them all forget too many things, some things that should not be forgotten.

For example, tasks, and ...... The area in which they are located.

It wasn't until a muffled clash of muscles, and a crisp snap sounded from behind them, that they suddenly woke up to the fact that the most dangerous player on a battlefield mission would never be the NPC, but the player who was also on a mission.

They all seem to have collectively forgotten that this area is no longer the Orthodox Cross Diocese, and is no longer the leader of the realm of the undead - or perhaps they understand, but they don't take the players here seriously.

And the price of despising the battlefield mission is heavy and irreversible, whether they want to pay it or not, they have already paid it.

Not daring to turn his back to the place where the sound came from, Leohard only filled the soul searchlight with seventy percent of the energy, so he calmed his face and slammed the lights behind him, and at the same time rushed forward, distancing himself from the unknown danger behind him.

"Kaman, Latu, Madden, enemy attack!"

As he shouted, Leohard turned and faced behind him illuminated by the soul searchlight.

I saw that his hands were holding the standard long sword, the tip of the long sword was pointing downward, the portal above his head was wide open, and a strong white light that only he could see suddenly flickered on his hands.

If Latour's movements are steady, then Leohard's movements are just as steady, but they are strangely fast, terrifyingly fast. A set of rack-style starting hands that cannot be made in the slightest error under manual operation has been placed at the moment of turning, not only stable, but not even a little wrong.

This is the Fool's Frame pose.

The [Fool] frame is a sinister frame that lures the opponent to take the initiative to attack, and counters the first army at lightning speed.

At first, it looks like a fool with the door wide open, but if the opponent really wants to take the bait and attack, he will find that he is a real fool.

Suddenly, a puzzled voice responded to Leohard's prompt: "Captain, maybe we should clean up this monster first, it only has a little vitality left!" ”

Leohard felt a shock for no reason, he heard that it was Kaman who responded, and he knew that Kaman's strength was the lowest among the four, and his strength was also the same, but he was the only one who responded.

Madden, who is not bad at fighting people, and Latu, who is average in all aspects, the strength of these two people is already quite good among players, but neither responded to his words, and there was no reply in this situation, and everyone understood their fate.

Although after experiencing a high-intensity battle, the vitality of the two of them has dropped quite a lot, but how long has it been since the soul searchlight went out? Fifteen seconds? Ten seconds?

At this point, it is impossible to succeed.

He knew that even if he came to make a move, it would be impossible to solve the two of them so cleanly in the dark. You must know that he is a professional master of the wealthy club [Crescent Coffin], even if he is not the master and main player, he is also the top among the second-tier professional players.

His eyes were fixed on the front illuminated by the soul searchlight, where there was no one or anything, and the Kaman who was there to charge the searchlight was gone, and there were only a few footprints of varying severity, announcing someone's arrival.

Leohard felt an inexplicable irritability.

Not only because of the moist and fishy smell of the air, but also because after losing the light of the two searchlights, the other two searchlights could not do much at all, and could only bring almost no light to this strange sea of trees.

"Madden?" Leohard shouted loudly, and slowly walked in the direction where the footprints had left, and shouted as if struggling, "Latour? ”

No one, no voice, responded to him, only the sound of his rapid breathing, as if everyone here was playing a drama centered on him.

There was silence all around, and Leohard felt his heart beating wildly, and he couldn't help but recall the head coach's earnest reminder. He remembers that his coach always said in his post-practice discussions that he was a big fighter, and that the more nervous he was in a fight, the more likely he was to improve explosively—or fall.

He knew that the head coach was saying this, and it was only the last point he wanted to tell him.

Maybe he should calm down and leave with Carman first?

Leohard pursed his lips, he was not willing to give up like this, he was a group of five people, and before the task was carried out, he hung up three people in the sea of trees. Forget the one who let the monster kill, but the two of them were attacked by the player and hung up, and the breath in his heart was really hard to swallow.

But what about yourself?

He looked at the dense grass at the end of the footprints, and understood that in such a harsh environment, it was quite difficult and unwise to try to find a master who might have assassin skills.

Is it revenge or stability?

Stopping in silence, Leohard was caught in a dilemma. He knew that if he was not careful, he would probably never be able to get out of the grass that he couldn't reach, not to mention finding the other party, maybe he would have to get in himself.

Eventually, he backed down. He knew that he had lost face this time, and that it was destined to become a black spot in his gaming experience - but he didn't want it to become out of control because he had caught up with him.

"Kaman......" Leohard turned his head to the side and said behind him, "Pick up your soul searchlight, let's go find another team for help first." ”

However, strangely, no one responded to him this time.

Karman, who was supposed to be standing behind him on guard, disappeared as if he had never appeared, and a player with forty percent of his vitality disappeared like this.

His face gradually became indifferent, and Leohard knew that he had hit the iron plate this time.

Could it be the Blue Comet's people?

No, their high-end pros don't have time to go to this kind of little corner of the border, while their second-tier pros have the time but not the strength. Leohard retreated, silently denying the speculation.

Not a master, then...... Or is this a skill that can see through the darkness? It occurred to him suddenly.

It was just at this moment that he felt a fierce gust of wind behind him......