Chapter 673 Bisu Bosu’s Strategy

Amidst my dull expression, poor Carlos and Seattle Ke were still squeezing Hans and Ricken wantonly in the mouths of Hans and Ricken, who were already in gossip mode.

The rumors about the two people circulating in the second world have gradually evolved from half-truths to half-falsehoods, and have gradually escalated to completely irrelevant versions of gossip fabricated by those big-mouthed barbarians to attract everyone's attention.

For example, in one of the rumors, poor Seattle had become a pork guy selling pork at the vegetable market. He had melancholy eyes and a sad beard. He was an ordinary savage who couldn't be more ordinary.

But, once, yes, the rumor uses "but" and "once", which are very turning and bloody words when combined, for example: an ordinary girl who usually works in a flower shop, "but",

"Once" a bad guy appears, he will immediately transform into a magical girl who punishes evil and eliminates evil, similar to the "but" and "once" in this tone of voice.

Under the dramatic turn of two "buts" and "once", Seattle has "another unknown side". Although he is usually a meat seller, "but" he is actually a mutant demon.

"Once" he explodes, he will be able to emit light from his eyes, his mouth can also emit light, his head and hands can also emit light, and when he spreads his wings, his back can also emit light, and his fingers can also emit light.

A monster of light with terrifying power.

"..."

Who can teach me which part I should complain about?

Seattle is okay, at least no matter how he is described, he is still a man with a handle. Carlos is much worse. He... no, she has been set to be a man wrapped in armor.

The heroic female paladin in the movie has beautiful long hair and charming eyes. Her real name is Brittany.

The background of the story is that she is looking for her childhood sweetheart who fell in love in childhood and was separated for various reasons. She is wandering alone in the second world looking for her, but she does not know that her lover has joined the army three years ago and

The tragic battle girl who unfortunately died on the battlefield.

"..."

In a way, it was due to the fact that those gossips mistakenly guessed that Carlos was somewhat correct. Wasn't Carlos always looking for his wife?

I just don’t know what expressions Carlos and Seattle would have on their faces if they heard such rumors and gossip.

After chatting for more than an hour, the two of them stopped in my cold sweat. Suddenly, Hans spoke again.

"By the way, I heard that the second place in the tournament was a druid with a weird name named Wu, right?"

When I heard this, my legs went weak and I almost fell down.

You two gentlemen, for the sake of me being so ordinary, please be merciful and spare the little one.

"Yes, yes, I know, it's called Wu Fan, right? The name is really weird. I've never heard of a tribe with such a name. Is it from a marginalized place?"

"I heard that he is the youngest elder in the alliance." Hans's spirit of gossip started to burn again.

"You just listen to the nonsense of those barbarians, youngest elder? I am still Baal."

Ricken immediately sneered, is it so easy to be an alliance elder? There are only about twenty elders in the three worlds combined.

"That's right."

Hans probably also felt that this kind of thing was impossible, since Seattle was a mutated demon and Carlos was a beautiful knight who set out on a journey to find a lover, so it was rare that he didn't talk back to Rickon.

"By the way, I heard that the Alliance has developed the pet fusion magic of the Druid Summoning System. Now the Druid can feel very proud."

"Yes, if I had known this earlier, I would have hired another druid." Ricken sighed.

"Maybe that one is called Wu... Oh, it's Wu Fan's little guy. It's because of the pet's fusion magic that he strives for second place. Otherwise, few druids can enter the previous martial arts competitions.

A top 16 player."

"After the fusion of the Oak Sage and the Wolverine Heart, the superimposed spiritual energy halo is so powerful that it can take away half of our Paladin's jobs." Ricken sighed.

The dull conversation above lasted for a short period of time and then stopped.

"..."

To be honest, my current mood is a bit subtle. Although I am relieved that I did not hear any outrageous gossip about myself, I feel a subtle discomfort. The topics about myself are also too bland. Is it because of my name?

With the word "fan"? It's not my fault that you can't find it immediately after being thrown into a sea of ​​people with ordinary appearance and features. Why don't you say something else, you bastards!!

As night falls, the wind gradually picks up. After having a full stomach, the sky has turned completely dark, the clouds are dense, and the surroundings are frighteningly dark. The hand stretched out behind the bonfire seems to be integrated with the darkness.

The strong wind had begun to hit the face, and the pitiful bonfire was like a roly-poly being pushed around, being teased by the strong wind, as if it was about to fall down at any time.

In such a harsh environment, we lost interest in watching the campfire where half-naked girls were being teased by gangsters, and while continuing to chat, we each said hello and returned to our small tents.

The thirteen regularly distributed tents symbolize the large number of adventurers gathered here. I believe that even those painful monsters who brave the strong wind and want to go out for a walk will choose to take a detour.

Early the next morning, the wind was still a bit strong. I opened the tent and stuck my head out. A few strands of grass brought here from an unknown place by the strong wind immediately hit my face.

Gently pinching the grass on his face, a cold and moist feeling came from above.

"The weather is not good."

Hans, who had gotten up earlier than me, walked over and said to me, who poked his head out from the tent door and held the wet grass in his hands thoughtfully.

"Yeah, it looks like a snowstorm is coming soon."

Gently sniffing the moist smell on it, I frowned and said, after seven years of experience, I dare not say that I can compare with other seasoned adventurers, but I can more or less judge the future or the way forward based on the surrounding environment and things.

Of course I can notice such an obvious reminder like the weather.

"I just don't know how far it is. Let me see. It shouldn't be a problem in two or three days."

Hans knelt down, pinched the soil under his feet with his fingers, looked up at the lifeless air, like dark clouds above his head at night, and made this judgment.

"Let's play it by ear then. If a blizzard hits during the general attack, it will be fun." Ricken, who was working hard to light the bonfire, interjected. The wind was so strong that it was not easy to light a fire.

"Shut your crow mouth."

Hans snorted coldly, tapped his index finger, and a one-meter-high flaming snake suddenly rushed up from the firewood pile, startling Ricken who was fighting fiercely with the igniter.

"How can a convenience-seeking fool like you experience the joy of lighting a bonfire in the ordinary way?"

Ricken, whose face was blackened by the smoke, said this disdainfully to Hans, as if he was returning to his original nature and speaking in a natural tone.

"I don't understand fun. All I know is that if you keep tossing it, your breakfast will be ruined." Hans snorted and mocked.

"Okay, okay, let's prepare breakfast and go check out the situation later."

Seeing that the two of them were quarreling, I quickly reconciled the situation. I looked around and found that everyone had gotten up and was packing up their tents, but there was only one tent standing still.

"Oh, that's Hannah's tent. It's unexpected. Although she is an assassin, she likes to sleep on the bed." Hans said proudly.

What are you proud of? Can you really say this in a proud tone, you bastard?!

"Should you wake her up?" I said hesitantly.

"Don't go near the tent door, you'll die." Hans quickly stopped him in a tone that sounded like someone who had come before.

"Don't worry, she is an assassin after all. She must have discovered our movements and will wake up soon."

Sure enough, not long after the aroma of the broth boiling in the pot for everyone's breakfast came out, Hannah, who was wearing a close-fitting cloak that flattered her graceful figure, and covered herself tightly with a cloak and hat as before, started to

She walked out of her tent and began to pack it up silently.

"..."

Well... rather than saying that she was awakened by our movements, I personally think that it was the scent of the broth that awakened her, perhaps it is more likely.

After breakfast, the two assassins and the Amazon went for reconnaissance. After a while, they came back and received the good news that our Nite King's stomach was ready to move.

This is really good news. A blizzard may hit at any time. If you can speed up the intermediate steps, it is naturally better to do it faster.

While wasting time in boredom, I also released lazy crows to scout the sky. As a result, I waited until noon and finally there was movement in the Sinking Demon camp. Large groups of Sinking Demon hunting teams were separated, like an army of ants.

They formed a long queue and spread out in all directions.

It seems that our old friend can't help but be hungry after all.

Quietly avoiding the direction of the Sinking Demon hunting team, we gradually lurked to the commanding heights of Bisubosu's camp, looking down at the densely packed army of thousands of Sinking Demons below.

Soon, Hans estimated the number of Sinking Demons below, which was about four thousand. In other words, the number of Sinking Demons sent out this time was more than three-fifths.

"Grandpa, this can't be Bisu Bosu's plan to lure the enemy. I really have the urge to launch a general attack." Ricken murmured with his dry lips trembling in excitement and frenzy.

In the past, Bisu Bosu sent out about half of the number of fallen demons to hunt, which meant that there were still more than 5,000 demons left in the camp. Now, there are a full 1,000 less demons, which will indeed make people impulsive.

"Bisu Bosu doesn't have that kind of brain yet. This is not a conspiracy. He is probably starving, so he subconsciously sent out more teams to hunt. Go back as soon as possible."

Hans calmly analyzed that to a certain extent, Bisu Bosu's clone already had certain logical thinking ability. Maybe he thought that those damn adventurers were harassing him and not letting him have a full stomach, so he would do it.

Make a surprise attack, quickly send out a large number of teams to hunt, and come back quickly so that those damn adventurers cannot stop them.

However, it did not expect that its every move would have completely fallen into the eyes of the two assassins, the Amazon, and the lazy crow in the sky.

"However, I still don't agree with launching a real attack now." After thinking rapidly for a while, Hans analyzed calmly.

"Why?" Ricken stared at the other party with some fear.

"There is no reason. It's just that in my judgment, it will be easier to deal with these guys if they are starved for a few more days and their morale will be greatly reduced than if they reduce their numbers by a thousand."

After glancing at Ricken, Hans responded slowly.

After hearing Hans's answer, Ricken fell silent. As the opponent who knew the opponent best, he believed in Hans's judgment. If he denied the opponent's correct and reasonable decision because of those grievances, Ricken would not be qualified to be the captain at all.

"It's just that the blizzard may come at some time. Launching a general attack at this time may be a bit overwhelming, but it's not an option."

After taking the weather factor into consideration, Hans finally chose to vote. As expected, everyone chose the safe method - take it easy and continue to starve the enemy.

After making the decision, the thirteen people lay down on the hillside and quietly waited for the opportunity. Now, the hunting team of fallen demons has just left. If we attack immediately and are called back by Bisu Bosu, then we will become dumplings.
To be continued...