Chapter 262 Chapter 287B: Lack of Middle Platoon Instructor

Author: Afternoon is a demon

Chapter 262 Branch 28.7-Chapter B: Lack of Middle Platoon Instructor

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Rationally, we should push the line as soon as possible. As the leader of the Adventurer's Guild and also an excellent adventurer, how could you miss such an opportunity?

So you wave your hand: Notify everyone in the guild! Enter the underground arena!

So you rushed in first,

So you took the "power of example" to the limit. Everyone rushed into the basement aggressively and ran wildly in the dark and damp passage. You had already obtained the map and went straight to the trap. You fell, and everyone behind you followed closely.

After falling down, the lineup was neat.

Except for the "Elk Stalker" lockpicking rogue.

A group of you looked up at him, and he covered his face with his hands alone: ​​"I yelled several times, slow down, slow down, but no one listened!"

"...You didn't say there was a trap."

"You have to let me detect it!" The lockpicking rogue rolled his eyes in anger. It was great, all the combat forces fell into the pit, and he was the only non-combatant left outside. He was going to be on the street in a matter of seconds.

rhythm.

He had to find a place to hide as soon as possible, otherwise he would be killed if he met a gangster.

...He actually left a sentence "I'll find a way to save you" and then ran away! You have a feeling that this guy won't come back.

Now, a bunch of you are trapped in a cage.

Overhead slate close up.

You glared at Elizabeth and asked her, as an advanced rogue, she still fell into the trap. Is she ashamed? Is she guilty?

"My specialty is assassination and assassination prevention, not prevention of stupid people from jumping into the trap." Elizabeth pointed at Annette's nose, "Don't you claim to have the qualifications of a rogue? Why didn't you notice the trap?"

Annette was startled: "Qualification does not mean ability. I have never practiced any of the skills of a rogue. Besides, a ranger can also fight traps!"

"Me?" Coco opened her eyes wide, "Maybe I can smell the strange smell of the trap, but the leader's smell is very strong and smells good."

Everyone looked at the instructor in the front row, who raised his hand and said, "Don't look at me, I am responsible for raising the shield."

The orc's mouth twitched: "Although I have night vision, I didn't see the trap at all. And I was running behind her."

The orc pointed at the snoozing barbarian.

"Me? I'm running with the president!"

…

It went around in a circle and came back again.

Although this cage is spacious, it is full of stench, and the iron bars are also very strong... It seems to be made of cold iron? It's really rich. It must not be broken. Maybe you can cast a spell to get out, but it can't let everyone escape. You can escape alone.

It's also a way to die.

Wait for the lockpicking rogue to come to the rescue,

Soon, the sound of footsteps was heard above your heads.

Elizabeth shouted happily: "It seems to be Raymond and the others! They are here too! - Hello! Here! Here!"

You suddenly realize a problem,

It was too late to realize it.

There was a clanging sound of falling, Raymond, the back-row instructor, lycanthropy, and "Rainbow Shadow" were all placed next door to you...in the cage next door.

With a curse word stuck in her throat, the two of you grabbed the iron bars and looked at each other speechlessly. Elizabeth slowly turned her head away, not daring to look into Raymond's eyes.

The tattooed warlock's complaint came from above them: "Why are you running away! No one listens to me no matter how much I shout! It's good now!"

She had to hide as soon as possible, otherwise she would be in danger of encountering a gangster killer. She left a message of "Don't worry! I'll find a way to save you later! Hold on!" and then disappeared without a trace.

She is really willing to leave...

You fell silent, staring at the cage next to you and blaming each other. Tsk, tsk, you only blame others, it’s really ugly.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps again!

Elizabeth immediately said: "It's Tong En! Quick, remind her...!"

Tong En and his group are in the cage on the other side next to you.

The speed at which she fell was astonishing! It seemed like you had planned to use your mind connection to remind her, it seemed.

"The Witch Sighs", Tiger Transformation, and Lang Dun all fell down. Tong En held onto the iron railing with a smile, staring at you and Raymond's group, too full to say anything. Elizabeth simply found a corner and squatted down.

, to avoid being stared at to death.

"Don't worry!" Matthew's voice came from above, "I will definitely find a way to save you! Don't panic, calm down!" After that, he quickly ran away.

You feel at ease instantly. One of the three people must succeed, otherwise "the fourth generation Adventurer Guild President died in a big pit" would be too unpleasant to hear.

How careless.

On weekdays, the two instructors and Tong En always impart knowledge and spread experience whenever they have the opportunity. Even if they don't want to learn, they will be influenced by it. The entire guild has subtly strengthened the combat capabilities of the front and back rows, and it is easy for the group to overturn during the adventure journey.

It is an inconspicuous little evil that can be destroyed. It is no exaggeration to say that knowledge is power. Today's guild is very stable.

...Why has no one ever mentioned traps?

I almost forgot how to deal with the enemy's middle platoon.

"Holy shit... is it true?"

A strange voice suddenly sounded from the darkness.

"I just came here to take a look, thinking that if someone with a bad brain came over and tried to liberate the gladiators... this is really a great harvest! Wait, my posture when I came in may be wrong."

There was silence for a few seconds.

"Damn! That's right! Catch them all in one fell swoop?" The voice gradually changed from disbelief to surprise and excitement.

Countless torches light up one after another,

You are behind the circular wall of the underground arena, under the auditorium. The gravel circular venue is about sixty or seventy meters in diameter, with a high wall of about four meters, about ten circles of auditoriums, and a flat stone roof three meters above the ground.

Floor height.

A guy wearing a wet night cloak stood in the audience, clutching his stomach and laughing so hard, while twenty of his subordinates gradually gathered behind him. They were all laughing until they could not stand still.

...I wonder how long they plan to laugh.

Raymond shot an arrow at them. Although the bow and arrow could pass through the iron bars, it was blocked by a transparent object extending above the audience wall.

Wiping tears of laughter, the leader of the enemy shook his finger: "It's useless. How much do you think it cost to build this arena? This stone wall alone can ensure the safety of the audience? There is a thing called constant spell, have you heard of it?

?hey-hey."

He walked down the steps of the auditorium and stuck his short bow out of the wall. Raymond seized the opportunity to shoot another arrow, but was once again bounced away by the transparent force field. The tip of the arrow was only a few centimeters away from the enemy's head.

However, the enemy's arrow shot over without any hindrance and penetrated into the tower shield, with terrifying power.

The instructor in the front row looked at his shield. His face turned livid instantly - there was a pattern on the shield that resembled a human face, and the arrow was accurately inserted between his eyebrows.

"Let me introduce myself, I am the boss of the whole black street, "Blood Barnacle". To be honest, I am in a very good mood right now, hahaha!" The enemy leader put his chin in his hands and stood on the edge of the wall with one naughty foot. "

Three major regrets - there is no audience in the early morning; there is no mechanism in the cage that can definitely kill you; and we don't bring enough arrows to turn you all into hedgehogs. You can't get out, and we can't do anything.

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Hey, bring that over here - the enemy leader waved behind him and continued, "How about we play a game?"

Soon, the killers brought over a magic prop, which looked like some kind of control panel.

"Over the years, this arena has added many tricks for entertainment purposes. Each of your cages has a button."

"You three cages must press the buttons almost at the same time. When only one button is pressed, the door of this cell will open, and the other two will release spikes; if two are pressed, these two will release spikes, and the other will release spikes.

The cell door opens; if you press all three, all spikes will come out and no door will open. I'm afraid this level of mechanism can't kill you, but what if it's triggered a few more times?"

Before you finished speaking, the people around you said: President, please press it first, we will wait for the next round, it doesn't matter.

"To open the door, you need to fight the monster."

They suddenly changed their words: This is too dangerous. President, please get stabbed in the butt. Let's go fight!

"Oh, by the way! Don't get me wrong - this is not a gladiatorial fight, but an execution." The enemy leader shook the short bow in his hand, seemingly intending to shoot down a hail of arrows while you were fighting the monster. This

The guy named "Blood Barnacle" seems to have pretty bad archery skills.

They don't agree with each other anymore.

An arrow was shot on the tower shield to urge you to hurry up.

What are you going to do?

A, press the button.

B, don’t press.
Chapter completed!