Savior Simulator

"What's the trick?" Jiang Feng asked hurriedly.

Gao Fei smiled slightly: "Lobbying the ghost on the premise of killing Captain Kos will have an advantage in the test!"

"This is indeed a pleasant surprise! In this case, what is the probability of passing the test?" Jiang Feng asked.

The test has an advantage, which means that the two of them will roll a total of four 20-sided dice, and any one of them will be 18 points or higher.

Gao Fei calculated silently and the probability of passing the lobbying test is about 47.8%.

"Nearly 50%, worth a try!"

With a mood of gain and loss, the two took turns to roll the dice.

I don't know what kind of shit luck Gao Fei had today, the dice luck was so strong that he rolled 20 points for the first time and succeeded!

After successfully passing the lobbying test, Gao Fei reluctantly persuaded the first mate to participate in the wolf-killing operation.

Even with a powerful ghost fighter, it is not easy to deal with a winter wolf plus four dire wolves. What's more, no matter how Gao Fei and Jiang Feng encouraged him, this guy only agreed to help them deal with the dire wolf and refused to get close to the winter wolf!

In fact, the claws of the dire wolf cannot hurt the virtual ghost, while the breath of the winter wolf is a supernatural attack, which may kill the ghost. The first mate's concerns are understandable.

After getting ready, the two men and the ghost took action.

Jiang Feng's monk was the most flexible and had his own "gymnastics skills". He could climb walls and trees as if walking on flat ground, which was the most suitable for luring the enemy.

Gao Fei's berserker and the ghost first mate hid in the bushes and waited for the opportunity.

Within a quarter of an hour, they heard the wolf howling from the spring. Gao Fei's heartstrings were tense, and the palm holding the axe handle was sweating.

He subconsciously wanted to switch the operation mode and use the "God's perspective" to deal with the upcoming pack of wolves. However, thinking of Jiang Feng's warning, he secretly gritted his teeth, suppressed the fear in his heart, maintained the state of possession, and was determined to face this test in an immersive way.

Time passed by minute by minute while waiting, and finally hurried footsteps were heard from the other side of the bushes.

Jiang Feng's monk appeared in Gao Fei's vision, like a nimble big cat, almost walking through the bushes without touching the ground, rushing straight to the pre-selected big tree, climbing up with his hands and feet, and in a blink of an eye he climbed up to the treetop 20 meters above the ground, holding the thick tree branch with his left hand, freeing his right hand to wipe his waist, with two shining willow leaf flying knives between his fingers.

Just behind the monk, five wolves, one white and four black, followed him. When they found that there was no trace of the prey in front, the wolves lowered their heads to sniff, chasing the smell of the prey left in the grass, and surrounded the big tree where Jiang Feng lived.

Jiang Feng was afraid that the wolves would not be able to find him, so he whistled on the tree, luring the wolves to look up at the treetops.

At the same time, Jiang Xia waved her right hand, and two +1 enchanted throwing knives almost simultaneously stabbed a dire wolf on its back, causing blood to spurt out, and the shrill wolf howls echoed over the valley.

The "Sword Belt" with the 1st-level synchronization provided Jiang Feng with 20 +1 throwing knives. Unfortunately, the weight of the throwing knives was too light, and the damage dice was only 1d4. Even if she threw all 20 throwing knives, she could only kill two strong dire wolves at most.

The injured dire wolf was furious, circling around the tree, constantly jumping up, trying to bite the prey, but couldn't even reach the soles of the opponent's shoes.

After all, the winter wolf had 9 intelligence points. Its gloomy eyes flickered and soon realized that it was too disadvantageous to continue fighting like this. It let out a howl with a rebuke, ordered its dire wolf to stop the futile siege, walked up to the tree, and sprayed a large cloud of white cold mist at the trunk.

The bark immediately cracked and condensed a thick layer of white frost when it came into contact with the supernatural cold current spewed by the winter wolf. The inside of the trunk was also attacked by the cold current, and the wood fiber became brittle.

The winter wolf dodged a flying knife flying from the top of its head, and roared to urge its men to go forward and hit the frosted trunk with all their strength.

The dire wolf was strong and sturdy, and its shoulders hit the tree with a bang, and the trunk frozen by the cold current shook violently, cracking into countless cracks.

If this continues, at most two more rounds of collisions will cause the big tree where Jiang Feng lives to fall down.

In the bushes, Gao Fei saw this scene and knew he couldn't wait any longer. He took out two pepper smoke bombs and threw them out. They landed at the feet of the winter wolf and exploded, spewing a large amount of smoke with a pungent smell, covering the battlefield.

The five wolves inhaled the pepper smoke unexpectedly and sneezed continuously.

Fred Lange's ghost didn't need to breathe. He floated over under the cover of the smoke and stretched out his illusory palm to touch the dire wolf closest to him.

The ghost had no strength attribute and could not cause physical damage to living things, but its touch could inject negative energy into the dire wolf, causing 4d6+3 points of eclipse damage.

This "touch of withering" was extremely lethal and could also reduce the upper limit of the life value of living things. The dire wolf was only touched twice lightly, and its HP was only half left. In panic, it endured the stimulation caused by the pepper smoke and desperately bit the looming ghost in front of it.

Although the wolf's fangs were sharp, they were not magic weapons, and the result was a mouthful of loneliness.

The first mate touched the dire wolf twice more, eroding its vitality. It lay on the ground, dying, and had lost the ability to resist.

The winter wolf heard the wailing of its men, ran over, and bared its teeth and roared at the ghost of the first mate.

Fred Lange was bitten to death by this monster. When he looked up and saw the figure of the winter wolf, he was immediately frightened and floated back. His illusory body hid in the tree trunk and dared not show his head.

Jiang Feng saw this scene from the tree and knew that the ghost had done his best. He put on the dust goggles and mask he had prepared in advance, and like a light bird, he jumped down from the tree branch, threw his belt, and turned it into a stick at his eyebrows, smashing it into the head of the winter wolf in mid-air.

The winter wolf reacted quickly, and felt the whistling airflow above his head. He rolled on the ground and dodged the stick that fell from the sky. He stood up and retreated, while roaring, calling the other three dire wolves to come and besiege Jiang Feng's monk, while he hid far behind and watched the battle.

Not far from the winter wolf, in the bushes, Gao Fei also put on dust goggles and a mask, triggered "violent", and suddenly jumped out of the bushes, taunting the winter wolf at the first time to attract hatred!

"White-haired dog! Roll over here and die!"

The winter wolf was startled and turned his head to look over.

Gao Fei swung out a hand axe first, and regardless of whether he hit Donglang or not, he rushed forward with both hands holding the battle axe high, and chopped it on the head!

Donglang's vision was blocked by the smoke. He just dodged the hand axe that broke through the air, and before he could stabilize his center of gravity, he was hit by Gao Fei's axe. His left ear and a large piece of scalp were cut off by the axe blade. Half of his face was stained with blood, and he screamed in pain.

The pain instead stimulated Donglang's ferocity. He shrank his head to avoid Gao Fei's "slash", took a deep breath, opened his mouth wide, and sprayed a white cold air at his opponent.

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