Chapter 214 Yuyin Trail
Yu Ying chatted with Mo Tan for a while and then left quickly. She needed to seize the time to confirm the identities of those 'suspected players' and try her best to trick them into accepting the mission and joining the Rangers. , and then go to find those actors who are no different from NPCs, find them out and trick them into accepting missions and joining the Rangers, in order to achieve the ultimate goal of making a fortune.
This is not an easy task. After all, the difference between players and NPCs in the Innocence Realm is not big, and the system will not very thoughtfully tell you who are the Innocence natives and who are the NPCs. Fellow Earthlings, everything needs to be distinguished by the players themselves. In the current environment, many players are disguised in a very vivid way. Although they occasionally reveal some 'real person' characteristics, they are definitely not easy to find.
On the one hand, it is the extreme humanity of NPCs that drives the enthusiasm of COS locals. On the other hand, it is also because the behavior is too inconsistent and it is easy to be beaten to death...
Okay. , although the description of 'easily beaten to death' seems a bit exaggerated, but the difficulty is true.
After all, most people don’t want to deal with people who have different painting styles, right?
So even if Miss Yu Ying, who is smart and clever but has no need for emotion, risks her life to complete this task, it will still take a lot of time to increase the number of the Rangers to a certain number.
[But there should still be time for this. If it is just around Mida City, there should be people who can be sent now...]
Mo Tan raised his head and glanced at the lifeless sky. Subconsciously, he walked towards the outside of the city, but then he stopped and scratched his head. Fa muttered: "No, Yuchen should be able to carry out treatment on her own now. She seemed to have triggered several dark disturbances last night... That devilish version of [Light Condensation Technique] did not show any side effects..."
So she doesn’t need the stakes now.
[Tsk, tsk, have I awakened some strange attributes? Well, this is not good, very bad...]
“Let’s discuss it with Taylor first.”
Mo Tan stood there and laughed twice, then walked in the opposite direction to the Paladin's station.
……
Game time PM15:18
Holy Mountain Sumir, Yuyin Trail
This is a trail located halfway up the main peak of Sumir, next to two smaller ancient veins. Due to the terrain, the place echoes with the faint sound all day long. Buzz, someone said It was the dream talk of the spirit of the earth. Some people said it was the call of the ancestors. Some people said it was the guardians of the holy mountain from ancient times to the present talking quietly in another dimension. In short, it was a very significant thing, but I didn’t know it. Where's the big deal?
The guards stationed here don’t know, nor do the nervous followers of the Whispering Sect, but this does not prevent them from trying their best to knock each other’s brains out here.
"Stone Fist!" A wizened orc shaman punched two Whispering Cultists in the air, and then tremblingly slapped the wooden totem pole on his shoulder to the ground: "Vortex! ”
Bang!
A giant fist made of countless clods of earth and solid stone struck down in the air, knocking the two tree elf cultists with long ears to the ground, followed by several strong winds with arcs of lightning. The ground blew up and they were thrown high into the air in an instant.
"Leave it to you, Taki, I can't hold on for long!" The orc, who pressed his hands firmly on the totem pole to maintain the tornado, groaned and roared with splitting eyes: " Kill those villains who desecrated the holy mountain!"
The young shaman next to him with several streaks of flames around his arms nodded. , chanted quickly: "The spirit of fire listens to my call and turns into...forgot later, the lava explodes!"
A raging and burning red boulder quickly condensed and formed in front of him, and then Dragging a long tail flame, it rose into the air, slammed into the whirlpool of flashing lightning, and exploded with a bang!
The next second, two charred bodies fell weakly from mid-air and hit the ground heavily.
"Nice job."
The other female shaman standing behind the two gave Taki a thumbs up and smiled: "Although you still haven't memorized the spell~"
"Don't be idle, Waterthorn." Taki grinned and covered his arm that was still burning, and turned around with sweating profusely: "My tongue of fire." The entanglement hasn’t stopped yet!”
The orc girl named Waterthorn smiled bitterly and spread her hands, shaking her head: “Stop, I don’t have enough magic power anymore…”
"Really?" A pale-faced cultist appeared from behind her unnoticed and smiled sinisterly.
puff!
“Ugh!” Although Waterbuck immediately made an iron bridge with a difficulty level of 9.3, she was still easily pierced through both ribs, staggering and fell at the opponent’s feet, curling up in pain. stand up.
Taki exclaimed. Just as he was about to rush over to save others, he was pinned down by two other cultists wielding spears. His eyes were red and he made a sound as if he had been stepped on. With a tail-like scream, the flames on his arms that had been extinguished ignited again: "Raging Flame Nova!"
A blazing flame exploded with him as the center, and in the blink of an eye, the person in front of him was destroyed. The two of them swallowed it completely, but...
"It's not hot! It's not hot!"
"It doesn't hurt! It doesn't itch!"
This move had little effect even though the opponent was already on guard. The two nagging cultists were not affected at all, and instead took the opportunity to wave. The spear made two holes in Taki's body.
The half-dragon cultist who had been muttering "You can't see me, you can't see me" for the past ten minutes and successfully completed the detour hid on the back of the waterthorn. Gao raised his two swords and laughed: "Did you see it? Scumbags, this is the consequences of resisting the Whispering God!"
"Asshole, let her go!"
Taki roared desperately, while enduring the uncontrollable burning heat on his arms, he roared: "Come and kill me! If you have the ability, come and kill me!"
"Oh~ do you care about her so much?" The half-dragon cultist holding two swords blinked, and then smiled viciously: "Then I will show mercy to you...before I kill you... I will bite her off first. Dismember it!”
The other two cultists holding spears against the base of the tower also laughed.
After half an hour of fierce fighting and at the cost of two companions, this team of cultists who acted without authorization finally gained the upper hand. Although the three shamans stationed on the Yuyin Trail were quite powerful, Although they are powerful, they are still forced into a desperate situation before their "magic" which can be called foul...
The only healer is seriously injured and on the verge of death. The tower base, which is extremely powerful in combat and seems to be particularly compatible with the spirit of fire, has reached its limit. The shaky old shaman not far away did not cast another spell after helping to kill two cultists...
[Killing three shamans and occupying the Yuyin Path should be enough for me to get another 'divine favor'~]
Duke Darkwing thought happily, then he stopped wasting time and raised the knife...but it didn't fall!
A large amount of gravel appeared out of thin air and trapped him and his two other companions.
"Quick, run with the waterthorn." The old orc struggled to hold on to the weathered totem pole in front of him, and smiled weakly at the base of the tower not far away: "I'll stop it. They~"
The latter was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Teacher, what are you going to do?"
"Let's see." Old Shaman. He blinked and said gently: "Anyway, I won't let them catch up with you..."
"Old man, what have you done? What are you going to do?!" Duke Darkwing, who was firmly imprisoned in place, cried out. He had an extremely strong and ominous premonition.
The old shaman stood up with difficulty and slowly adjusted his old robe: "I plan to sacrifice my life and then drag you to die together."
"Teacher Awesome!" Taki, who was running back with the waterthorn in his arms, subconsciously flattered him, and then said in a voice: "Teacher, what did you say?"
The old shaman looked at him with a wry smile. He gently opened his hands, and in an instant, the surrounding elements began to become restless, and an invisible sense of oppression swept over everyone present.
"I didn't say anything." He curled his lips and hummed to Taki who was staying in place: "If you don't leave quickly, I will catch up with you later."
Taki nodded blankly, and then continued to run up the mountain. As he ran, he turned back and waved his hand: "Teacher, hurry up, we are waiting for you to eat!"
"Got it." Old The shaman nodded, looking at Taki's retreating back, his face full of relief.
…
“Asshole…”
Waterthorn, who was held in Taki’s arms, struggled in confusion and opened his eyes with difficulty: "Teacher, he... uh..."
A tear interrupted her words and wet her face. "Stop talking." Taki lowered his head and showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and ran harder: "I know, so, stop talking."
… …
“Okay, they have gone far.” The old shaman sighed reluctantly, then turned to look at the three people not far away who could not escape from the pile of rocks no matter what. The cultist sat down weakly on the ground and said in a deep voice: "I have reached my limit, let's go on the road together."
In an instant, thunder exploded in the sky and storms surged. That was a sign. It is a sign that the elder who has been immersed in shamanism for decades is about to sacrifice his life.
The rocks on Duke Darkwing and others disappeared, but...
"It's too late!" The old shaman laughed, and then raised his hands vigorously: "Come with me..."
< br>“Wow!!!”
Bang!
"Ouch!" The old orc was violently trampled to the ground by a strong man, and the surging clouds in the sky suddenly became silent again.
[Enthusiasm Flying Kick]
Active Skills
Mastery Requirements: War Priest Level 10
Consumption/Limit: 150 Physical Value
Effect: Vision to you Within the range of 5 to A friendly unit 15 meters away performs a flying kick, causing damage equal to 1% of the target's current health, forcibly interrupting the target's current skills, and reducing its health consumption to 0 in the next 10 seconds. , damage increased by 10%.
[Note: Hey, bro! We haven't seen you for a long time! Hey, friend, I... I just wanted to say hello to you, please calm down! ! ! 】
"Ahem, I'm sorry, old man. I thought you were planning to commit suicide, so I couldn't help but kicked you over..."
A handsome orc with long red hair. He smiled and scratched his head, bowed his head and apologized very sincerely: "I'm sorry, sorry!"
"No, it's okay, cough!" The old shaman shook his head laboriously, and forgave the other party very generously: "This Young war priest, please get off me first."
Huo Yanyang jumped back quickly: "...I was wrong!"
"Cultists, those cultists." The old shaman coughed twice, raised his head with difficulty to look at the three figures who were about to move not far away, and whispered to Huo Yanyang: "Be careful, be careful. Be careful...their strength is very...ahem!"
Huo Yanyang quickly stroked his back: "Don't worry, uncle, they are all here! None of them can run away."
"Oh?"
Dark Wing Duke, who has a good ability to read the battle situation, smiled coldly and took a tentative step towards Huo Yanyang: "It's up to you. ?”
“No.” Huo Yanyang immediately shook his head and said seriously: “It’s not me.”
Duke Darkwing raised his eyebrows, raised his swords and bent down slightly: "That's..."
A 'tall' 'shadow' suddenly enveloped him.
A faint voice came from behind Duke Darkwing: "It's me."
"Who?!"
One of the cultists reacted quickly and subconsciously He swung the spear in his hand.
"Well, let me introduce myself." The humanoid creature, which was carrying a huge, bladed staff that looked seven-thirds like a human and three-thirds... but not human anyway, gently pinched the staff. He picked up the spear, then tugged and grabbed it: "My name is..."
"Your attack is meaningless to me!" The cultist who was firmly grasped by the arm said loudly.
Click!
"Cordoba."
Cordoba threw away the corpse in his hand with its neck twisted 720 degrees, and said lightly: "Please give me some advice."
"Monster! Monster!" The other gun-wielding cultist was not calm at that time. He turned around and ran away with a roar. As he ran... well, he didn't scream, he was just running.
“It’s very rude of you.” Cordoba sighed and took out his Fang Tian Hua, which weighed at least hundreds of kilograms, with his backhand... The Punisher’s Staff M2K: " Level A..."
"You can't hit me! You can't hit me! God of Whispers, that monster can't hit me!"
"Hit me from afar! Cow~”
Pah! ! !
Pfft...
There was a big pool of blood on the ground.
"Hey, hey, hey." Huo Yanyang stared at Cordoba and laughed dryly: "You obviously just threw the weapon out! What kind of cattle shooting from a distance is this!?"< br>
Cordoba nodded: "Well, so it's better to call it a mountain to beat a cow?"
"Are you throwing a mountain to hit a cow, right? Think about the cow's feelings for a moment. ! ”
The Duke of Dark Wings, who had been frozen in place without daring to move, suddenly stopped trembling, pointed at the two of them with a red face and said: "You are players too!"
Cordoba glared at him, and then pointed secretly. Pointing to the old shaman not far away: "Shh, don't speak so loudly."
"I know, I know!" Duke Darkwing nodded quickly, rubbed his hands and whispered: "It's really a flood that has washed away the dragon. ..."
"That's right." Cordoba waved his hand to interrupt him, leaned over and said with a smile: "Come on, let me show you a big treasure."
"What are you looking at..."
Bang! Bang! ! Poof!
Another pool of blood...
Chapter 211: End
(End of this chapter)