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The cry for help came in bursts from the depths of the fog wall, full of energy, high and clear, and a little noisy.

"Should we save people now?" Barrett asked the people around him.

"You are an adventurer, and you have more experience in facing unexpected and unknown situations than ours," said Phyllis the parrot. "So, I suggest that you take the lead in this temporary team." It Turning to look at the little mage, "What do you think, Master Theodore?"

"I have no problem," said Theodore Shining Gold, spreading his hands. "I'm not good at anything other than magic and literature."

You should get rid of the first one too, Barrett murmured in his heart.

The remaining two obviously won't express different opinions, "In this case, it's up to you to decide our actions." The parrot flew from the young man's shoulder and hovered above the heads of the crowd.

"Then let's go in the direction of the sound and be careful along the way." Barrett took over the heavy task, "Phyllis, please pay more attention to our surroundings and behind us."

The barbarian held a weapon in his hand and walked towards the foggy wall at a high speed. He wasn't sure how long the person calling for help could hold on. Judging from the sound, it seemed that he could hold on for a long time, but it was also possible that at the next moment, the sound came to an abrupt end like a trampled frog.

As Barrett approached, the fog wall continued to disperse in front of him, and the scene ahead gradually became richer.

The green grass spread into a virgin jungle, towering ancient trees and strange trees appeared one after another, and the thick aerial roots plunged straight into the ground from mid-air, like the withered claws of a jagged monster. Lichens, moss, and green vines are attached to the bark and aerial roots. The Venus flytrap and pennisetum were trampled underfoot by boots, leech and humulus were scraping at the clothes of the crowd, and the crisscrossing creeping plants and the slippery rotten leaves made it a lot more difficult to travel.

A group of turtledoves perched on an oil palm tree were startled when Barrett and others passed by, flapping their wings and flying into the distance; two chipmunks squatted on a branch of an oak tree and looked at the crowd curiously with their black eyes. ; A black-and-yellow black-headed snake spiraled up along the oak tree, and the target seemed to be the two "onlookers" who were watching the fun...

Barrett took a deep breath, the fresh air with a hint of putrefaction—the smell of the soil beneath his feet. He picked a wild blueberry from the bush beside him, and after careful observation, he put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully. The **** and sweet juice of blueberries bursts in the mouth, and there is a fragrance of wheatgrass.

Is it all illusion? He asked himself in his mind, but the answer was unknown.

"This jungle is like my hometown." Phyllis the parrot sighed from midair, "It's just that my hometown doesn't have so many dragon blood trees."

As soon as the sigh fell, the parrot became furious again, "Go away, you rude fellow, you can't drink this old lady, be careful I'll blow your head off."

Barrett looked up, just to see a red and blue parrot much smaller than Phyllis, who was pecked away by Phyllis angrily.

This parrot, who always seems very rational and shows a little gentleness from time to time, still has such a hot side? Barrett silently wrote it down in his heart.

A babbling creek ran across the road ahead. The stream was not wide, so Barrett jumped over, and the young bard tapped twice with his toes, and he passed smoothly, while when the little mage was a small mage, he waded slowly.

The stream didn't reach Theodore Shining Gold's knees, which made him involuntarily fight a cold war, "I should have prepared some more magic accessories with 'flying'." The little mage complained, "One day A one-time use is simply not enough.”

"Or you can grow taller like my big uncle." Little Gloomy Soul suggested 'sincerely'.

"I'm a smart and learned dwarf! Have you ever seen a dwarf as tall as a barbarian?" The little mage, holding his wet robe in one hand, retorted to the little ghost beside Barrett , "Our race has accumulated too much wisdom here..." He pointed to his head with the staff in his other hand, "That's why we are suppressed so that we can't grow too tall. Remember, little girl, you are short. There's nothing wrong with it, wisdom is the most important thing. What's the use of being big and stupid like an ogre?"

Theodore Shining Gold seems to be extraordinarily patient with children, no matter what race they are, whether they are dead or alive.

The cry for help was getting closer and closer, and it was rare that the cry for help was still very loud after shouting for so long.

After the parrot went around an umbrella-shaped sturdy dragon blood tree, it suddenly turned around and flew back, and reminded everyone on the ground in a low voice, "Be careful, there is a situation ahead. I saw that loud guy. , that's a human being, lying on the branch of a maple tree. And there are many monsters attacking him under the tree."

Lots of monsters? "Shh, come here first." Barrett motioned everyone to hide behind the dragon blood tree. Immediately afterwards, he quietly poked his head out from behind the tree, and with his keen vision, he clearly saw the situation ahead.

It was a human male in his forties, wearing linen clothes and carrying a gray coarse cloth satchel across his body. The rescuer clasped a sturdy twig of the maple tree tightly with both hands, and was screaming for help, and seemed to be in good spirits.

And the monster attacking him under the tree was a group of five jungle trolls, about ten orcs, and a large group of goblins. No, it was a group of green monsters.

Orcs? Barrett frowned.

The scene he saw in front of him made him feel a little bit of disdain in the initial shock and amazement of this enchanted enchantment.

Orcs should not be in the company of trolls and goblins, even if they appear in the jungle. Although their skin is green, and both are loosely attributed to the word "monster", orcs are very different from the other two.

Although he is very hostile to orcs in his heart, Barret has to admit that this is a very proud race. He would rather the entire race be on the brink of extinction than bend its knees, so it is unlikely to be in the company of trolls and goblins.

Sure enough, it is an illusion composed of magic. Although the whole scene is very grand, when it comes to the details, it is somewhat insufficient. Barrett muttered to himself in his heart.

Of course, now is not the time to think about these things. The number of monsters is really large, which makes Barrett feel a little tricky, mainly because the output in his team is seriously insufficient, and once the fight starts, he is unlikely to take into account the safety of others, so he must plan well. Row.

Just as Barrett retracted his head and was about to start arranging tactics, the magnetic sound that had disappeared for a long time in the sky suddenly sounded again.

[The 'Intruder' adventure team found the person who was trapped in the tree for help, but the number of monsters under the tree made them a little embarrassed. How to do this? Everyone thought hard. It would be great if something could suddenly happen at this time to scare away these terrifying monsters! 】

After the voice in the sky finished speaking, a purple number suddenly appeared in the air in front of everyone [16]

"Hey, what's the situation?" The young bard curiously ran to the number, reached out and touched it, but he didn't touch anything.

"I want to try too." The little ghost also floated over, and the light blue spirit body also passed directly through the numbers. Immediately after that, she flew back and overlapped her body with the number, so that [16] was printed on her forehead.

Then the two guys who were having a good time burst out laughing, while the remaining three ignored them.

"I think this number should be related to the three dice." Parrot said wisely, "This may mean that we need to throw the dice."

"And then?" Barrett asked. "And what about the result?"

"As the voice said, maybe the person in the tree can be rescued without a fight." The parrot continued to speculate.

"Three dice can roll up to 18, so according to common sense, if you roll 16 or more, something may happen." The little mage added while touching his beard.

"Then give it a try." Barrett took the dice out of the space ring, shook it twice in his hand, and then threw it forward gently.

3, 3, 1, a total of 7 points, did not reach 16. Of course, Barrett wasn't upset by this either, things were too uncertain to know what was going to happen.

At this time, the magnetic male voice in the sky sounded again [The specified requirements are not met, the auxiliary plot has not been triggered, and the battle is about to start. 】

Immediately afterwards, Barritt suddenly heard the monsters not far away, and inexplicably issued a violent roar. He cautiously poked his head out from behind the tree, and was stunned to discover that the group of monsters who had not noticed their whereabouts before had all turned towards the dragon blood tree and started rushing towards it in waves.

Is this a **** forced fight? Don't you even have time to prepare?

"Damn, here comes the monster!" Barrett shouted, "Climb up the tree and take care of your own safety." He said to the bard and the little mage, "Firis, take care of yourselves, Eve with me!" He didn't believe that these monsters with stone axes and sticks would have magical weapons, so the little ghosts should theoretically be invincible.

Barritt dodged from behind the tree, swung his right hand forward vigorously, and the axe in his hand let go and slashed straight into an orc's forehead, and the orc fell to the ground.

The remaining orcs and trolls roared again, charging towards him faster, and the goblins also screamed and ran behind the big monster.

Barrett waved, and the bronze ring made a faint beep. The one-handed axe on the orc's forehead trembled twice from side to side, and then flew back upside down extremely fast.

Our Nord barbarian caught the one-handed axe precisely with his right hand, and turned half a circle along the inertia. Then the Iron Bride in his left hand held an orc's stick, and the Resonating Battle Axe in his right hand chopped off a troll's arm. However, such an injury is nothing to the jungle troll, and it will take a while for a new arm to grow from the severed section.

Barrett stepped back to avoid being besieged, and called out to the little mage who had just climbed the tree, "Fire those trolls with spells." "Eve, use 'Ghost Touch' to attack anything that comes near me." Ghosts know this, and Barrett has experienced it many times.

"I will have some more powerful ones, can I try?"

"Whatever you want!" Barrett pierced an orc's chest with a sword with his left hand, and slashed the two goblins with a sharp axe in his right hand. Then the sword was drawn, and the leather armor resisted the claws of a troll, and slashed its head with a sword. He stepped back, moved, and slaughtered the monsters in all directions.

The little ghost cleared his throat in mid-air, and then issued a 'scream of fear' that could pierce the eardrums.

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