The Bald Monk in the City

"They are dead? The Lord of Nature protects your people, this is crazy! It's daytime now!"

The arakkoa looked at the bodies of the first two players who were gradually dissipating in the air with some horror. They may be temporary alliances, or old acquaintances that have met fortunately, so they can rely on each other to rest.

But now, they were all killed for some unknown and strange reason.

Looking at the twisted faces of their death money, I think the reason is either some vicious curse or some evil force.

However, everyone did not receive the relevant kill prompts. You must know that killing other players in the shelter during the day will be marked by the will of the plane, and any concealment ability will lose its effect.

This is undoubtedly a very strange thing, after all, this rule has a very important meaning for the shelter.

If it is broken, it means that the sanctuary will lose its unique position in the moon night of purgatory.

Therefore, the people in the sanctuary now seemed a little panicked, and their guardian companion was completely in a state of bewilderment.

what happened? What should i do? This one seems to be cold?

Endless doubts caused the ranger to fall into a downtime, while the surrounding players were filled with a strange atmosphere.

Perhaps, this shelter can kill people?

A dangerous possibility appeared in everyone's mind, and the atmosphere in the entire shelter suddenly became subtle.

At this moment, a warrior holding an epee near a ranger suddenly turned red in his eyes, and then the ranger was completely unresponsive and swept his head!

"Warning: There is a villain who violates the rules in the shelter, and other players are free to attack this player."

At this moment, all players in the shelter appeared this red warning.

Then the next second, the soldier's body began to emit a dazzling scarlet light.

At this time, the soldier had regained consciousness.

"Not..."

He tried to defend in a panic, but in the next moment he was pierced into his chest by the ghost holding a huge sickle that appeared out of nowhere!

The ghost holding the huge sickle glanced at the crowd with its dark green eyes, and then pointed at one of the players with pale fingers with sharp nails.

Suddenly his body became nothingness, and then disappeared in the shelter-he was expelled from the shelter and could not enter the shelter again in this battle.

"The rules... don't break!"

After leaving a ghastly whisper, the ghost with the huge sickle disappeared out of thin air again.

Everyone was relatively speechless, but the atmosphere eased a lot.

Old Pike and the arakkoa looked at each other, then retreated to the corner of the wall at the same time, and then continued to whisper.

"Not good..."

Old Parker took care of his sparse hairline, and then said solemnly.

"Brother, let's rely on each other, we should work together."

The arakkoa and old Pike decided to form an alliance after entering the shelter after a brief discussion, because the situation this time was a bit weird from the beginning, and fighting alone is not the style of the old fritters.

Because of the limited lifespan of arakkoa, they respect human elders. They think that humans who can live to twice their lifespan should be wise and full of rich adventure experience.

Because of the active area of ​​the arakkoa, they rarely deal with elves, so they are still at a stage of doubting the existence of elves.

It is difficult for them to imagine what a race that can last for thousands of years is like, it can almost be compared with the entire history of some of their tribes.

They think that the existence of elves is an imaginary of human beings, but in fact there is no such race.

But for the arakkoa who entered the comprehensive network, it is hard to say...

They are variables in the race and cannot be summed up by the general image of arakkoa.

However, the thinking of the tribe is still carried into their will, so the arakkoa's little respect for old Pike is not without a source.

"There are many types of shelters, each with different disasters."

"For example, some shelters are made up of some kind of huge architectural evil thoughts. To accept its shelter requires enough sacrifices, which means that it will devour a player every once in a while."

Old Pike subconsciously grasped the long sword in his hand, and the cold touch of the scabbard made his mind a little settled.

"Can you resist?"

The arakkoa asked with his eyes widened.

"The giant building evil spirit creature of the 18th-level boss template...You don't think you are strong enough if you use your paws to tickle others."

Old Pike leaned against the cold wall of the shelter, then he paused and continued:

"Our current sanctuary should belong to a certain or a certain type of evil spirits. I don't like dealing with these guys... it's a headache."

Old Pike said unhappily.

He bought this sacred long sword because he suffered from these things in a certain battle.

Because the consumption of potions and magic scrolls is still too expensive, and if this long sword is properly maintained, it can continue to be passed on~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He is old and has to leave something for future generations.

Perhaps one of his descendants will rise up someday, and that long sword may be put in a storage cabinet by him. He will tell the visitors that it is a relic of one of his ancestors...

In a sense, this is also a way to let the meaning of life continue.

At least, he will not be forgotten eternally, just like this man named Old Pike has never been in this world.

And this is also the final awakening of an adventurer who is approaching the twilight of his life.

"Evil Spirit..."

The arakkoa frowned, its feet tightening unnaturally.

The damage type of Storm Claw is a very pure physical type, and it has not yet mastered the ability to attach elements through other means.

However, as an experienced adventurer, it is naturally a magic scroll with magic weapons.

But this does not mean that it wants to use it. After all, the price of the thing is indeed a bit painful...

But investing these in the body of destroying evil spirits may not be able to get back the original.

As we all know, evil monsters such as evil spirits and ghosts belong to the extremely poor class of monsters.

Only special professions such as necromancers can squeeze enough oil from these guys.

At this moment, clear footsteps sounded from the shadowy staircase full of twisting power in the shelter, as if a creature was approaching.

Some players subconsciously looked at the comprehensive web panel, and it was almost an hour since acid rain appeared.

Just when they were muttering what kind of guy could survive the acid rain for so long, as the sound of footsteps became clearer, a bright bald head appeared in front of everyone...

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