afternoon.

Sunset mountains.

The sound of conversation and footsteps came faintly from a deep cave.

Not long after, a team of neatly decorated players walked out of the cave one after another. The leader was a warlock wearing a gray robe and holding a staff.

"Captain, why are we doing so sneakily? I've been hiding in this cave for two days, and I'm in a bad mood..."

A female bard player holding a lyre and was bored playing with the strings of the zither complained to the gray-robed warlock. Most of the team looked at each other and nodded, wondering why they were hiding in the cave instead of camping outside openly.

The Warlock Commander was about to scold him as usual, but when he saw that except for one or two old men in the team, the rest of the newcomers looked confused and felt miserable.

"Forget it, it's okay to tell you." The Warlock Commander shook his head and said, "The President asked me to take you out to get experience and level up. You have also seen these monsters in the wild. If we don't start from the indigenous people, we will not be able to complete the president's mission at all."

"Then why do you need to be sneaky?" The newcomers in the group looked at each other.

"Because this behavior is not allowed to be stopped..."

The Warlock Commander's face was gloomy and gloomy, saying, "Do you know the player alliance? In the early days of the Holographic Age, the guilds formulated a series of silent rules. They will be punished by drilling for system loopholes, deliberately killing the indigenous people, and then experiencing experience."

"So we are all accomplices. Whoever of you, did not reveal the door, was wanted and chased by the Alliance, and even stabbed to the temple and the city government officials. Don't blame me for not reminding you in advance." The Warlock Commander said with a cold face.

"this……"

The newcomers in the group digested it silently, and soon some newcomers said disdainfully: "The official said nothing about any player alliance, what qualifications do they have to chase us."

The Warlock Commander was silent for a while.

"There was a group that proposed the concept that the game world was the second world, although it eventually disbanded."

A trace of fear flashed through the sorcerer's eyes.

"Second World?" A newcomer immediately exclaimed, "Isn't this the slogan when "Dawn" was launched? Is the actions of that group still received official recognition?"

"Or it is said that the official does not want to interfere with the development of the world, but allows players to add bricks and tiles to the world and build their own Garden of Eden?"

The words of a newcomer made the warlock commander grab the staff in his hand. He tried his best to repel the fear of the group in his heart and whispered: "We are already in the middle of the lake!"

"I can't see the shore, I can't turn back!"

"If you want to quickly get the reputation of the Elite Group of the Overlord Guild, you can only use this method, otherwise the level will be much different!"

The sorcerer commander said in a deep voice.

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

A figure flew away.

at this time.

Charle was standing on the huge rocks on the shore of Winglong Lake, looking at the vast inland lake. In fact, he was thinking more about leveling up and reorganizing Nordashir.

He encountered too many things like unknown teams that violated the rules and killed aborigines and killed monsters, so there was no need to focus on them.

All three ponies were left in the woods, and the magician was staring blankly behind.

The figure came from the forest in the distance, which was the quicksand at the fingertips. She was responsible for monitoring the team, and now she came back to show that the team had begun to take action.

Shire nodded to the quicksand at his fingertips and then looked at the lake.

"thump"

A few minutes later, a small head came out of the lake. He shook his wet hair and swam easily onto the shore like a swimmer.

"I've found out." The half-slim man walked over while swaying the water mark. "There is a Shahua Fishman tribe with a scale of 200 people, just at the bottom of the lake about two or three hundred meters away from the shore of the lake. The Fishman tribe used a fishing net to cover many fish eggs. I guess that group of people would attack the fish eggs, which would arouse the anger of the fish people."

"I see."

Charles glanced at the 'aquatic ring' worn by the half-length man on his thumb, and smiled and said, "You continue to use this ring first."

"I guess there are several mages in that team who can perform the 'water breathing technique', but the task of attracting monsters must be handed over to the Gaomin profession. You stay in the water and kill all the people who go into the water." Shire said.

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

Zhuchuan's eyes lit up, but then he frowned and said, "After we kill two or three groups of people who attract monsters, they probably ran away. What should we do?"

"I'm thinking too." Charles rubbed his temples, his eyes shining brightly, "You arrived a day earlier than us, and you almost looked up the Sunset Mountains, right?"

"Is there any more powerful monster tribe on land?"

Zhuchuan instantly understood the priest's meaning. He wanted to copy the words and let the group taste the fear of being flattened by monsters. This is what he learned.

"A powerful monster tribe?" Zhuchuan grabbed his chin, thought for a while, and then clapped his hands.

"I arrived in this area last evening and observed the activity of aquatic ogre tribe by Winglong Lake..."

"Aquatic ogre?"

Charles did not let go of his brows, but was locked in it anyway. "Aquatic ogres are ogres subspecies living in freshwater lakes and rivers. Larger groups must have ogre wizards. We used to be the same as killing them."

"No, no." Takekawa smiled and shook his head, "I have observed that this ogre group cannot be called a tribe. There are about thirty or forty adult ogres, no old, weak, women and children. They are all elite soldiers who can fight. Moreover, most ogres are still injured, so they should have been expelled here recently."

"The number is just right." Charles smiled, "You can teach that group of people a lesson, and you won't be able to take care of him. Of course, this performance is indispensable."

"Audience?" Takekawa Yi was a little confused.

"You go and shoot an arrow book to the Sunset Fishing Village and tell them the story about the upcoming on the beach, and then it's up to us," said Charles.

"It kills two birds with one stone! Great!" Takekawa gave a thumbs up, "This will finally relieve the fishing village from exclusion of the Holy Land, and it will also be considered a benefit to the latecomers."

Half an hour later.

Charles led the quicksand with his fingertips, and found the aquatic ogre tribe that Zhuchuan mentioned. At the same time, the elite group of the Overlord Guild also stood on the lakeside.

"Feke, Mata, it's your turn to go into the water this time, be careful."

The sorcerer commander, "The Overlord" said to the two wanderers.

Two level six wizards in the team took off the line, waving their staff to sing spells at the wanderer. After a while, a faint milky white light film covered the wanderer.

"It's OK." The domineering master said lightly.

The game ID is two wanderers of "Feike" and "Mata", and their expressions are also very relaxed. Because the team has never failed to attract monsters in the past two days. This is the last wave of fishmen. At least dozens of fishmen warriors have to attract ashore to attack the fishing village, so that they have considerable experience.

Feike and Mata smiled and walked into the deep water, then dived.

They selected the ‘swimming’ skill, and after diving, they found that the lake was very clear and could clearly see far away without visual spells.

The bottom of the lake was covered with big rocks and algae. Feike spit out a bunch of bubbles from his mouth, pointed to the fish-human scout who was swimming faintly in the distance, and pulled out the dagger hanging on his waist.

Mata was spitting bubbles and touching the dagger handle with his palm, but at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flew out from the gap between the huge rocks behind the two.

"laugh"

First, Mata was blocked by a blow and died directly. Feike heard the abnormal sound of water flowing, and turned around in surprise, and then his expression was fixed on the corpse.

Two white lights rushed out of the lake and disappeared, while the corpse in the water was dragged into the cracks of the rocks by a small figure.

"Player 'Mata' is dead."

"The player 'Feike' is dead."

This prompt appears on the retina of the players on the shore team.

"...what's going on?" Most people's faces were filled with surprise and incredible expressions. There has never been any problem with attracting monsters these two days.

The domineering face was gloomy like water.

The two main wanderers died and were resurrected and returned to the city temple area. At least they had to meet with the team after birth, which had a great impact on the team's follow-up activity plan.

"Two more wanderers." The Domineer Wuqing decided to bet again. He felt that the two people in front must have been accidentally killed by the scout of the fishman tribe.

There are five squads in the regiment, each with a wanderer. Two of them died just now, and now only three are left.

The three wanderers looked at me, and I looked at you, and their expressions were a little hesitant.

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

Seeing this, the domineering master shouted softly.

The magician stood up and cast the spell. The three wanderers all used the "water breathing technique". It was impossible to retreat at this time. However, not long after these three people went into the water, the prompt message appeared before the team again:

"The player is dead in love."

"The player 'Leng Yue Burial Flower' is dead."

"Player 'Huihui' is dead."

The Lakeside team ushered in a deadly silence, and no one spoke for a long time.

...

On the other side.

Shire, dreaming about the quicksand with his fingertips, looked at a low hill about two or three hundred meters away from Winglong Lake, with a group of ogres building their nests on it.

There is no obvious difference between aquatic ogres and land similarities. In addition to the amazing swimming speed, aquatic ogres are used to use spears and their talent is barbarians.

Shire noticed that the person who was holding a long whip to scold ordinary ogres was an ogre supervisor and advanced professional, with at least 20 professional levels.

"Level 20 Elite Monster, not the clan lord."

"It seems that this group of ogres should be a branch of a certain tribe. After being expelled in the wild, the ogres general led the defeated general to migrate here."

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Chapter completed!