"So strong, is this an experienced hunter? We are like toys in front of him." Wen Qi stared at the bright moon on his head in a daze. He was already confident that he could never die if he reopened it.

But even if the three of them went together, they could only let him play with them. Is there a way to skip class?

Just as he was thinking, Hua Yun was already heading towards the priest's place again with great momentum, and quickly spoke out and stopped him, "Wait for a moment."

Next, let’s think about whether there is a way to get around it, otherwise we may not be able to pass the test in our lifetime.”

"Maybe it can make one person attract his attention, and the other two go to the next save point as fast as possible, where they revive their companions, which is probably the most effective way."

"Then let me attract his attention. I must kill this guy." Hua Yun, who was moving forward, said a sentence from afar.

"She has completely immersed in the plot and lost her mind. Let's take this opportunity to sneak around and take a look." Wen Qi was helpless. He was not good at being a team leader. In this case, he didn't know how to calm his teammates down. After saying that, he found that Mo Lang's eyes were a little strange and he said in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"It is normal to not be able to maintain rationality in this situation, right? How did I find that you are a bit similar to Old Thief Qin?" Mo Lang frowned and said, "Praying for the happiness of others, being sad for the misfortune of others, and empathizing with others is the empathy unique to human beings. If you are still indifferent to the situation of the little girl, what is the difference between this and those monsters?"

"To take a step back, even if this is just a game, we should give her an explanation after taking over the little girl's task. It is not that it is a good thing to keep calm and rational."

Mo Lang also dragged his axe to Father Gascoin and whispered: "MD, why do you do so vividly with NPC?"

The live broadcast barrage has scrolled rapidly, and the sand sculpture netizens still maintain the same sand sculpture nature as before.

"Brother Lang is mighty!"

"I didn't expect that Brother Lang would have such a handsome side when he was not roaming, and he was so wet."

"Look at this handsome man, when I enter the game, I will definitely come to Tombstone Forest to bring incense sticks to you. From now on, this place will be called Molang Square!"

"Brother Lang, I will teach you, first a sliding shovel, then a crow takes a plane, picks up a tornado to destroy the parking lot, and then you can close your eyes peacefully and wait for death."

......

Wen Qi stood there in a daze, carefully savoring what he said just now, and after a long time, he sighed with regret and followed their steps. After all, he was the only one. Even if he reached the next save point to resurrect Mo Lang and the other, they probably would still return. It would be better to help but obsess over it and then move forward together.

What should I do now? Depending on their situation, if we tell Gascoin's true identity, we may not even be able to play the game.

By the time he arrived, the blood of the two men had dyed the entire tombstone red and became the nutrient for the dead trees. Father Gascoin's blood volume dropped by less than one-fifth, so he simply was too lazy to resist. He watched the priest jump up and chopped the axe down. It would be better to do it again.

Wen Qi himself is a person who is not good at talking, so he can only follow them to the tombstone forest again and again, and he dies again and again. He doesn't even remember how many times he died. However, the cooperation between the three of them is getting more and more tacit, and Hua Yun constantly absorbs experience like a sponge in every battle, and can persist under the priest for longer and longer.

Even netizens who watched the live broadcast no longer had the mentality of watching the show, but began to cheer for them all.

Bang!

Hua Yun took advantage of the gap between the priest's axe and seized the opportunity again, successfully interrupting his attack and allowing him to enter a stagnant state. Then an internal organ critical hit deducted a large amount of blood and pressed the priest's blood bar below half.

Kiss...

The priest's figure was twisted and deformed in a crazy laugh, and his muscles swelled up like a gas, growing thick hair, completely taking off as a human posture, and turning into a gray-white werewolf nearly three meters tall.

"Stage 2! Does this boss actually have a second stage?" Hua Yun, who was about to do the same, was slapped away with a palm, and his eyes were red, roaring: "Its attack method and movement have changed!"

This represents the familiar interruption opportunity, the dodging opportunity that has been engraved in the soul by the axe, will be overturned at this time.

After the priest turned into an orc, his attack power did not increase much, but his speed was faster. Although he abandoned the last trace of reason as a human, his rich hunting experience in the past has become instinct, and his intuition as a wild beast has become more unpredictable.

"I finally let him enter the second stage. I'll delay the time. You guys quickly raise your blood volume. This may be our last chance." Mo Lang took the initiative to meet him, but the priest's strange and changeable movements made him unable to resist. After two moves, he was shattered in his chest.

The other two people also closed their eyes unwillingly while being bitten. Is this the meaning of the game of being mowed?

Mo Lang stood at the rebirth point again, looking unwillingly at the direction of the tombstone forest, just a little bit away, just a little bit away!

He didn't want to give up just like that, nor did he want the old thief Qin who didn't know where he was hiding, and he wanted to give the little girl an explanation.

To kill this priest no matter what.

In Mo Lang's resentment, some kind of change occurred in the whole world. The full moon was filled with a faint blood color. A figure fell from the blood moon, with only scarlet skeletons all over her body. Several tails swayed like skirts, and different temperaments mixed together in harmony on it.

Indifferent and elegant, yet covered in blood and dirty.

He quietly came and hugged Mo Lang from behind with his skeleton-only hand, pressed his forehead against the back of Mo Lang's head, murmuring from the stars, whispering something softly, and the figure disappeared in the next second.

No one knew that He had come, and even Mo Lang didn't know that, but he felt a thought rise from his heart, making him suddenly realize, and warmth only a illusion arose in a trance. The whole world seemed to have darkened for a moment, and the clock rang out particularly clearly at that moment.

But when I looked around, I didn't find any abnormality, so I just thought that I had died too many times and had hallucinations.

"Maybe there is an easier way." Mo Lang raised his head and grinned, "We can turn around and kill everything we found, so that we can become stronger and we don't have to feel powerless when facing the priest."
Chapter completed!