The fringes of the player's newbie village.

There is no clear demarcation between the player's village and the surrounding desolate Hell wasteland, but the increasingly sparse houses and the relatively unravaged land of the player and therefore more flat land show the existence of this boundary.

Rog and Orloff walked past the sparse buildings, behind them as the player dug holes everywhere, so the pits were like dogs gnawing on the red hellish land, and in front of them was the scorching, rocky earth as far as the eye could see.

When the two of them left the player's novice village, they only heard the sound of boiling in the back.

The two of them turned their heads to see a huge army of players rushing towards them. There are conservative estimates that there are hundreds of people, including several Hell Chariots, and I don't know how many are on their way.

They shouted and ran wildly, laughing and shouting, and speaking words that were unintelligible.

"Hahahahahaha, these two NPCs are too funny to dress up. Why does "Dawn" still have such strange easter eggs? ”

"What an outrageous outfit. It's not like it's an official model, right? ”

"Is this a yeti zombie? Automatically run to give gifts. ”

"I almost went offline just now, and I almost missed the unexpected mission."

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The two brothers, Orlov and Rogge, looked at each other and exclaimed.

"Oh no, we've been discovered?"

The two of them ran as soon as they pulled their legs, shooting out like arrows from a string, and their bodies were so fast that they dragged out the afterimage in the air. Even cheetahs in a sprint state can hardly match their speed.

About 500 meters away, there was a deformed blood-colored boulder tens of meters high, and the red light cast by the blood-colored sky made the boulder have layers of blurry reflections next to the boulder.

Using this shadow area, they can also unleash [Shadow Jump] again!

"Don't let them run!" Among the players in the rear, someone shouted.

Skill cards emerge over the army of players.

In front of Orlof and Rog, emerald green illusory vines sprouted from the ground, sharp thorns as hard as steel emerged from the soil, thick and viscobwebs formed on the ground, and walls of dancing yellow sand and flowing water emerged out of thin air.

With the incredible genius of the players and the staggering percentage of spellcasters, it is only natural that the player base will be indispensable for a variety of practical area control spells. [Thorns], [Entanglement], [Cobwebs], [Water Wall], [Sand Wall]······ One terrain spell after another, mainly from druid players. Some were drawn when you first logged into the game, and some were accidentally obtained while hunting various infernal creatures during this time.

"How many of them are mid-level spells? Unless it's a peerless genius, it's generally only possible for spellcasters of at least the third order to study it! Rogge was amazed at the sight of a large number of terrain spells blocking their way, and then cleverly stopped, angry and confused, and complained:

"The Adventists are all first- and second-order spellcasters, how can they master so many powerful spells?"

He was referring to spells that were green and fine for the player.

Orlof fixed his eyes, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the countless illusory substances conjured up by the spell, and found that the creations of these spell energy were erratic, the vines were not thick, and the cobwebs were not dense. He exclaimed:

"What are you afraid of. Although the level of the spell is not low, it is not very powerful. We forced our way through! ”

Orlov and Rogge, two mid-tier thieves, barely navigated through a large number of terrain spells.

The thieves didn't have the magic resistance of the paladins, or the skill of the spellcasting class to dispel magic, so they drew their daggers and slashed their way through the thorns. The two slashed the vines that stood in their way, a sword swept through the thorns, and cut through the cobwebs, crossing between the rapids and the dancing sand.

Countless spells and arrows came from behind, and the brilliance of colorful spells exploded with a thud. The Rogue lacks the defensive skills to make it impossible for low-level enemies to break through, and can only dodge attacks with agility. While the two of them were hindered by the terrain magic, they barely managed to dodge sideways, and they couldn't help but hang up the dots.

Finally, Orlof and Rog, under the fire of hundreds of players behind them, broke through the wall of rapids, pierced through the yellow sand barrier, cut through hundreds of thorns and vines, and passed through the terrain blocked by regional spells. Their wet bodies were covered in sand and veils of plants, as well as wounds from the spell bombardment.

"Big brother, I've finally broken through!" Rogge spat out the sand and green leaves from his mouth and took a breath.

Seeing it, the blood-colored boulder and the shadow below the boulder were already close at hand.

A hundred meters further on, you'll be in the shadows!

Rogge's eyes sparkled with hope, and he accelerated his run, scrambling towards the goal in front of him.

Just as his and his eldest brother Orlov's bodies were about to melt into the shadow, a brilliant and dazzling ball of light the size of a head struck from behind, straight through the gap between the two, and smashed into the ground about half a meter in front of them.

"Boom!" I only heard a deafening loud noise, and an incomparably surging pure arcane energy burst out on the ground in front of me, and the pure and dazzling force field energy rapidly expanded, covering a range of tens of meters in diameter in an instant.

The terrifying wave of qi and energy shockwaves directly overturned the defenseless Orlof and Rogge and flew upside down.

With the superior agility and skill of the excellent thief, Orlof and Rog reacted immediately, avoiding the vital point, and only received a slight abrasion in the impact and explosion of arcane energy. But the wave of qi just now obviously interrupted their forward rush and failed to burrow into the shadows at the first time.

Taking advantage of this half-second gap, in the army of Adventists, there were many mages and druids who completed the corresponding spells. A wall of quicksand, flowing water, strong winds, and cobwebs blocked the two thieves.

"Such powerful arcane energy? What's going on? How could the Adventist launch an attack of this level? ”

Rogge saw a huge and hideous hole on the ground in front of him, and couldn't help but turn his head to look behind.

Behind him, four Hell Chariots had rushed to the front of the Adventist army, kicking up billowing smoke and dust, and thick black mist pouring out of the body made of Hell Steel.

Each of the four Hell Chariots was topped by a bright silver arcane cannon, with a glittering Mithril-plated cannon body, apparently fixed to the roof of the vehicle through artificial modification. Behind each Arcanon cannon is a rudimentary card mount, which is controlled by a first-order spellcaster player.

The astonishing performance of the Aoneng artillery undoubtedly caused waves of discussion among the army of players, and countless shocks and sighs of emotion sounded one after another.

"It's the arcane cannon of the Cosmic Mysteries Guild!"

"Mom, awesome, awesome! Directly put the Aoneng artillery on the roof of the car. ”

"You call this Hell Chariot, it's all Hell Tank!"

"I've heard that the shells of the Aoneng artillery are not cheap. can afford to use expensive magic crystal cannonballs, and it is worthy of a wealthy cosmic mystery guild! ”

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(End of chapter)