This place was originally filled with various monsters, mechanisms, traps and puzzles, but since it was occupied by Irenicas, it has been transformed into a prison for experimental subjects and prisoners.
Including Sancho, Imoen, Jahira, and Minsk who later joined the team are basically detained on this floor.
Among them, Sancho and Imoen lived a relatively comfortable life because they received special care from Viconia.
Not only are there separate cells, but there are also three meals a day, and the food is actually pretty good.
Although Imon, who has relatively little experience, is not aware of the problem, Sancho, who has experienced countless sinister people, has already realized that something is wrong.
It's a pity that all his teammates are currently isolated and detained. He can't contact others at all, let alone know their situation.
In contrast, Jahira, Minsk and others were clearly subjected to abuse, torture and human experimentation.
Not to mention a separate cell, the whole person was thrown into a suspended cage like an animal, with basilisks below.
In order not to attract the attention of these terrifying magical beasts, and thus cause himself to be hit by the petrification ray and turn into a statue, no matter how much pain he endures, he must grit his teeth and hold back from making a single sound.
Minsk, in particular, is like a volcano filled with magma at this moment, exuding a frightening and violent aura, as if it will erupt in the next second.
The reason is simple!
He saw with his own eyes that the witch Danahe, whom he swore to protect, was torn into pieces during Irenekas's crazy experiments, and in the end not even a complete body was preserved.
You must know that protecting witches is the highest honor and belief of the soldiers in the Leatherman area.
If the witch is harmed even a little bit before she falls, it will be regarded as an indelible shame.
So this man with violent blood flowing in his veins is about to go crazy. All he can think about is how to take revenge and how to tear the enemy who killed the witch into pieces alive.
There is no doubt that the place where Minsk and Dynahei come from is Leatherman, the easternmost part of the Faerûn continent bordering the endless wilderness. It is also the primitive tribal federation country where Assan IV went on a cross-sea expedition to rescue.
In this country, witches are the unquestionable ruling class.
Anyone who dares to harm them or disobey their orders will be sentenced to death, unless the other person is a child or a witch.
Moreover, there is an ancient tradition in this country, that is, witches will travel for at least a year after they reach adulthood in order to increase their knowledge, gain knowledge, and eventually become a qualified or even excellent ruler.
During this period, a selected warrior will be responsible for protecting its safety.
Danahei is a Leatherman witch who has just come of age, and Minsk is the warrior responsible for protecting him.
But unfortunately, during a wild encounter, the latter seemed to have been hit in the head by the enemy with a blunt instrument. Since then, he has become a bit dull and stupid, and even his language expression ability has been affected to a certain extent. The most terrifying thing is that as a ranger, Minsk actually recruited a hamster as an animal companion, and firmly believed that this was an "invincible hamster in the universe" that could provide him with useful advice in peacetime and combat, and even
He also named it "Bubu" and carried it with him all day long.
For a long time, Danahei couldn't help but doubt whether her guards could still perform their duties.
But now, she obviously doesn't need to worry about this matter.
In fact, during the experiment of Erinikas, it was not just Danahe who died, but hundreds of monsters and humans.
After all, the best way to inspire the divinity and power of Baal, the god of murder, is through blood and killing.
Every time a life is taken away, the power hidden in the son of Baal will react.
But with Zuo Si's eyeliner watching here, Irenicas did not dare to capture the people of the West Coast Empire at will, but opened the portal to capture people in the Shadowmoon Islands.
Jaheira and Minsk saw with their own eyes that a large number of unfamiliar faces were first imprisoned and then taken away by the golem and never came back.
It is precisely because of this that Jaheira is extremely worried about her husband Khalid.
The latter has not returned since he was taken away more than ten hours ago.
Nervous!
Anxiety!
Painful!
Since he stayed in the dark dungeon all day long, the harpist and druid had long lost his sense of time. He had no idea how long he had been imprisoned, nor what the other party wanted to do.<
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But one thing is certain, Irenicas must be here for the Son of Baal in the team.
Because every once in a while, she could vaguely hear the screams and wailings belonging to Aberdare coming from the upper floor.
Just as Jaheira was using her groggy brain to think about how to get rid of the magic-forbidden shackles on her body, and then use the druid's animal transformation ability to transform into a small creature and crawl out of the gap in the cage, she suddenly discovered a
A dark-skinned female Drow suddenly appeared out of thin air.
Due to the poor reputation of the dark elves in the surface world, she immediately became extremely vigilant, thinking that the other party must be an accomplice and minion of Irenikas.
"Haha, relax, you half-blood bastard, I'm not your enemy."
With a slightly sarcastic mockery, the dark elf took off his hood to reveal a beautiful and charming face. It was Viconia who had stayed in the Tower of Dulag for a long time.
"Who are you? Why do you appear in a place like this?" Jaheira frowned and asked.
Through the weak light in the dungeon and the dim vision of the half-elf, she could clearly see the exquisite black chain armor on the opponent's body, as well as the mace, shield, holy symbol and other weapons and equipment he carried with him.
There is no doubt that this is a well-armed priest.
Considering that more than 95% of the female priests of the dark elves were serving the evil spider goddess Rose, Jaheira felt a chill running down her spine, and sweat quickly flowed down her forehead and cheeks, quickly soaking through her tattered collar.
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Viconia keenly caught this reaction, slightly raised the corners of her mouth and replied in a slightly playful tone: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I am here to help you. Don't tell me that you don't want to escape.
This damn place."
"Help us? What's the reason? Or what do you want from us?"
Jaheira, who has been working as a harpist for a long time, still maintains a high level of vigilance, obviously not believing in the evil dark elf in front of her.
"What do you get?
No, there is nothing about you worthy of my prying eyes.
Since you don’t want to believe me, forget it.
Anyway, I can still find someone else."
Having said that, Viconia didn't even hesitate for a second, leaving the confused Jaheira behind, turned around and disappeared into the dark passage on the left.
The latter obviously did not expect that the other party would leave after a disagreement. A look of shock, confusion and confusion suddenly appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth to shout.
However, he discovered that the basilisk under his feet had raised its head and quickly retracted its body into the iron cage, fearing that it would be stared at by the eyes that could emit petrification rays.
On the other side, Viconia arrived at the door of Sancho's cell with ease, took out something like a lockpick and fiddled with the door twice, opened the lock without any effort, and kicked the door open with a bang.
, and directly threw the leather backpack filled with spell books, wands, scrolls, equipment, and props over.
"Hey! Kid! Don't sleep! Get up quickly!"
"Ah?!"
Sancho suddenly woke up from his sleep and subconsciously caught the backpack that originally belonged to him. He was stunned for a long time without understanding what happened.
"Don't just stand there!
Prepare spells quickly and go rescue your teammates.
None of those guys seem willing to believe me, so the rest of the work is up to you.
Remember, Irenicus will be back within a few hours at most.
If you want to escape, you need to find a portal on the upper floor of this tower.
As for weapons and equipment, there should be some at the entrance of the dungeon, and the rest are placed in the closet in the lobby on the first floor of the tower.
Be careful of those monster guards."
After saying these words, Viconia left a meaningful smile, then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared.
After all, according to Zuo Si's plan, just release the captured team. Whether they can escape depends on their own abilities.
"So...I was rescued?"
A few minutes later, Sancho blinked in confusion and immediately used the lockpicking tool left by the other party to open the magic-forbidden shackles.
However, he was cautious and did not take action immediately. Instead, he opened the spell book and filled up all the blank spell slots. Then he put on a piece of magic equipment and summoned his magic pet - a magic bat.
Come help.
After being fully prepared, the boy carefully stepped out of the cage and groped along the dark and narrow passage.
After a while, he saw several snake-man jailers lying in confusion at the door of the cell.
These guys were obviously under some kind of magic. They were lying on the ground and fast asleep, completely without any alertness to the outside world.
If you were an ordinary person, you might just think about how to escape quickly, and you wouldn't dare to alert someone easily.
But under Zuo Si's training, Sancho had long realized the importance of eradicating the roots.
Especially there are so many monsters and guards in the tower, and there may be hidden traps and alarms. It is almost impossible not to be touched at all.
If we let these snake men go as if they saw nothing at this moment, they might wake up instantly when the alarm sounds and start chasing and intercepting them from behind, posing a huge threat to the entire team.
After thinking for a moment, the boy quickly took out a bottle of colorless and transparent liquid from the package and poured two drops into each snake man's mouth.
In less than ten seconds, these snake-men began to twitch and convulse uncontrollably, and eventually a large amount of black blood flowed from their mouths and noses and turned into a corpse.
After successfully poisoning the jailer, Sancho immediately took the cell key from one of the snake men and went from cell to cell looking for his teammates.
Finally, at the end of the passage, I found Imoen who was being held in solitary confinement like myself.
The originally lively and active girl was obviously going crazy because of the suffocation. As soon as she came out, she couldn't help complaining: "Damn it! These guys lock us up all day long and deliver meals three times a day. Is this their plan?"
Are you treating me like a pig? I feel like I have gained a lot of weight recently."
"Be content, at least we haven't suffered any torture or abuse here. We are much luckier than other prisoners. Don't talk nonsense, our time is limited, hurry up and prepare spells with my spell book."
Sancho handed over his spell book.
He was visibly relieved to successfully rescue a companion.
After all, the more people there are, the more powerful it is. If you want to escape, the more people you have, the better.
"Give me some time!"
Imoen opened the spell book without saying a word and began to memorize magic.
While traveling around the Sword Coast, she had become a mage through Sancho's teachings and self-study, and her spellcasting level had reached LV7, and she could cast up to four rings of magic.
There is no doubt that such a terrifying learning and growth rate is inseparable from the divine power and divinity possessed by the Son of Baal.
After a short rest and memory, the youngest spellcasters in the two teams continued to move forward in cooperation with each other, and soon they arrived under the iron cage where Jahira and Minsk were imprisoned.
Seeing the scars on their bodies, the kind-hearted Imon couldn't help but asked with concern: "Hey! Are you okay?"
"Sancho? Imoen! How did you escape?"
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Jaheira suddenly grabbed the iron bars of the cage and stood up, with a light of hope shining in her eyes.
"It's a long story. In short, an unknown dark elf provided help. Now please step back a little, I will use the knocking technique to open the cage."
After saying that, the boy entered a state of concentration and started chanting spells.
When the two people in the cage heard this, they quickly backed away from the iron bars close to their backs and grabbed hold of them with both hands.
Because the performance of the second-ring magic [Knocking Technique] in reality is not as silent as in the game, but will make huge sounds and vibrations.
Just like the name, it triggers violent physical and magical shocks through knocking, thereby opening the locked door or lock.
This is why many adventure teams will bring an extra thief with them even though they have a mage who can tap.
Without him, the sound produced by [Tapping Technique] is too easy to reveal one's position.
In the blink of an eye, Sancho completed the spell at hand and aimed it at the closed iron cage and released it.
The next second...
Boom!!!
With the violent impact and vibration, the tightly closed iron cage door hanging in mid-air flew out and hit the head of the basilisk below with a bang.
As a very irritable magical creature, these giant lizards immediately became furious and stared around with their pale yellow eyes, trying to find where the enemy was attacking them.
"Now! Jump!"
Jia Xila shouted at the top of her lungs, then jumped out of the iron cage, and just caught the edge of the suspension bridge during the fall.
If she had been any closer, she would have fallen on the spot and been turned into a sculpture by the sight of the basilisk, or she would have been torn into pieces alive and eaten.
In comparison, Minsk, who is stronger, looks much more calm.
Not only did he successfully land on the suspension bridge, but there was also a large yellow-skinned hamster lying on his bare head.
One person and one mouse are having some kind of communication in a language that others cannot understand.
Imoen and Sancho worked together to pull Jaheira up from the edge of the suspension bridge, and then the three of them sat on the ground together, breathing heavily.
Jahira, who had narrowly escaped death, looked at the two little guys with slightly relieved eyes and said softly: "Thank you. Without you, Minsk and I might have died in this hellish place like other prisoners."
"You're welcome, you have saved me many times before."
Sancho shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
Since receiving Zuo Si's warning, he has been trying to integrate into this adventure team, especially to improve his relationship with Aberdare.
I believe that after this life and death test, the mutual trust relationship will definitely get further.
Just when Jaheira was about to say something, Minsk suddenly went crazy and roared: "That's right! Bubu! We must kill that damn evil mage! It was he who brutally killed Danahe
!I want him to pay with blood!"
"Hey! Calm down! Minsk! Our top priority now is to rescue Aberdare and Khalid. By the way, where is Khalid? Isn't he with you?"
Imoen raised his head and inspected the surrounding iron cages hanging in mid-air, only to find that they were either empty or there was only a rotting and smelly corpse left.
"This is exactly what I am worried about. Khalid was taken away more than ten hours ago and has not come back yet."
When saying these words, Jaheira's tone clearly revealed strong concern.
"Then what are you waiting for!
Let's get on the road quickly.
Here, here are the weapons we got from the jailer.
Although it may not be easy to do it with your hands, it is still much better than using your bare hands."
Sancho took out a two-handed sword and a spear from his backpack and handed them to the two of them.
Jaheira decisively chose the spear, while Minsk preferred the two-handed sword.
In this way, a group of four people embarked on a journey to rescue their companions and escape from the Tower of Dulag.
They had no idea that Khalid, whom they wanted to rescue, was already dead, and that his body had lost the possibility of being resurrected under the desecration of evil magic.
Aberdare, who is also imprisoned in the upper cage, has also been completely deprived of his divine power and divinity, and is currently in an extremely unstable state.
His body sometimes maintains a human form, and sometimes transforms into a killer. All living beings in the mad devourer tower give the impression that they have lost all reason and completely succumbed to some primitive instinct of beastliness. At this moment, Irenicas, the owner of the tower, was watching all this with a blank expression through the magic monitoring device. After several minutes, he asked without looking back: "Why did this son of Baal lose his life?"
After all the divinity and divine power, can he be transformed into a killer? Where does he get his power from?"
"There are only two possibilities.
One is that Baal, the God of Murder, sent a little power into his body to maintain his existence;
The other is that what he did was perfectly in line with Baal's teachings, coupled with the awe, fear and faith from mortals, and finally crossed the threshold from mortal to extraordinary.
You have to understand that God is a purely spiritual and philosophical existence.
This means that it is difficult to truly eliminate them from the source.
Although Baal is dead, it does not mean that he will lose all consciousness and perception like a mortal."
Zuo Si slowly walked out of the darkness and gave the answer with great interest.
Just now, the two completed an unknown secret transaction.
The note he is holding in his hand is a summary of the steps Irenekas has taken these days to transform from a mortal to a god.
Of course, there is still a question mark as to whether it is really effective.
After all, in the original plot, this guy was defeated by Aberdare before becoming a god.
"You mean what I really need to face is not just a son of Baal, but the god of murder behind him?"
Erinikas frowned subconsciously.
As a powerful elf high mage, he could clearly feel at this moment that after seizing divine power and divinity, he seemed to have an inexplicable connection with the other party's soul.
Although it is very weak, it is real.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "That's right!
Unlike ordinary sons of Baal, Aberdare is the tool chosen by the God of Murder, and is also the seed of his resurrection.
Whether you like it or not, you must have a duel with him at the moment when you are about to achieve the achievement of becoming a god.
If you win, you can naturally get rid of Baal's shackles and become the new god of the world of Toril.
But if you lose, everything you have prepared will be swallowed up by Aberdare.
Maybe he will eventually become the new god of murder, or he may become the nourishment for the resurrection of his father Baal.
But one thing is for sure, that is, you will lose everything.
So you thought the game was over after stripping away Aberdare’s divine power and divinity?
No, my dear friend.
The real game has just begun.
I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of sparks there will be between you and him.
Also, don’t forget that once you fail in this game, your soul is mine.”
As the last word blurted out, the temperature in the surrounding air instantly dropped to freezing point.
Especially the expression on Irenikas's face was almost frosty.
He never dreamed that the other party would actually dig a hole in this place waiting for him to jump in.
After a brief moment of incompetent rage, the elf high mage finally calmed down again and asked through gritted teeth: "Can I go back and kill him now?"
"Whatever. As long as you are not afraid of encountering Baal, the god of murder, coming in person.
Believe me, with your current strength, even if you face a dead god, you will only end up with a tragic defeat and death.
What's more, the divine power and divinity in your body that are fused with the soul and belong to Baal will not only not be of any help in the battle, but may also be controlled by Baal.
So now there is only one way in front of you, and that is to draw strength as soon as possible to elevate yourself to the level of a quasi-god. Only then can you have a chance to break free from the shackles and finally defeat Aberdare to realize your ideal.
Don’t try to take shortcuts!
Because there is only one road to success before you."
After saying that, a joking smile appeared on Zuo Si's face, and he raised his hand and patted the other party's shoulder gently to show encouragement.
But the insidiousness revealed in those eyes cannot be concealed.
He knew very well that Irenicas was like a person falling into the mire of a swamp, and it was impossible to escape from his grasp.
Even if Baal, the God of Murder, fails to deal with this guy, the elves and gods will take action to suppress him.
You must know that the main elf god Corellon is famous for being petty and vindictive.
There was once an elf priest who served him who cooperated with the dark elves out of kindness and justice. As a result, when the priest walked into the temple again, he was shot and killed by the incarnation of his own god.
Loyalty that is not absolute means absolute disloyalty.
Since the dark elves descended into the Underdark, and the spider goddess Lolth led her children to rebel and establish her own pantheon, Corellon has a particularly low tolerance for corruption and depravity within the elven community.
No matter who dares to touch his bad luck, the result will be death.
To become a god by directly absorbing the energy of the Tree of Life, like Irenicas, would be a slap in the face of the entire elven god system. It is theoretically impossible to succeed.
"I will definitely succeed in becoming a god! I will never let your evil plot succeed!"
Irenekas clenched his fists, not so much to prove to Zuo Si, but to encourage himself.
He simply couldn't imagine how miserable and desperate the result would be if his soul fell into the hands of the other party.
"Yeah, yeah! That's how powerful you are. Come on, I'm optimistic about you."
Zuo Si pursed his lips and couldn't help but smile, then ignored the other party and used teleportation magic to disappear.
Irenekas stayed there and stared at Aberdare who fell into madness. After about three to five minutes, he chose to leave, intending to find his sister, the Vampire Queen Badi, for help.
No one knows better than him how powerful the magical protection of Soldanisla, the elf city hidden in the forest of Wildas, is.
No matter who you are, if you want to enter, you must first break the magic barrier, otherwise you may not even be able to find the entrance.
This is why the elves living inside never care about changes in the human world outside.
In addition, there are countless magical protections and powerful guards inside the city.
Strictly speaking, Sonnisla's magic barrier should belong to the category of "mysterious locks".
It's just not as huge, complex, and cumbersome as Myth Drannor, where the royal court used to be.
Just when the west coast of Faerûn was once again making waves because of the Sons of Baal, players from another world also opened their eyes to the local indigenous people.
Karn Village, a small village standing on the border of the kingdom.
Like most hard-working and simple farmers, the people here live a peaceful life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.
Although the cost of food and clothing is not good, it is not to the point of starvation. Even if the nobles have heavy taxes on their heads, they can barely maintain the most basic food and clothing.
But as the Silian Theocracy became dissatisfied with the increasing decay and decline of the kingdom's nobles, it began to secretly support the Bahas Empire, and even sent troops disguised as imperial soldiers to attack the border, luring the kingdom's warrior captain Gazef to come to the rescue.
In order to remove this obstacle so that the empire can quickly annex the kingdom and enhance the power of the entire human race, the living environment of the villagers will inevitably become more and more dangerous.
In recent times, it is common to hear news that villages near E-Rantel have been attacked, massacred, and burned to the ground.
What's even more unfortunate is that before the villagers could decide whether to move collectively to E-Rantel to avoid the limelight, a large number of heavily armed soldiers surrounded the village and killed everyone they saw without any mercy. p>
Many civilians, the elderly, fathers, daughters and children fell in a pool of blood.
Just as they were getting ready to fight, a group of players who happened to be resting, eating, and staying in the village rushed out.
Before their opponents could react, this group of guys, who were worried about the number of monsters and beasts being killed in the forest, showed ferocious smiles, pounced on them and began to massacre the troops sent by the Theocracy in turn.
As a soldier whose physical fitness is only slightly better than that of ordinary people, how can he possibly defeat elite players who are like wolves and tigers?
In just half a minute, all the soldiers who rushed into the village, including their men and horses, fell to the ground and turned into mutilated corpses.
Their seemingly strong full-body armor and fully enclosed helmets cannot block attacks from arcane magic, divine magic and enchanted weapons.
Not to mention these things, even players’ homemade gunpowder firearms can easily penetrate them.
Ancient God Archbishop Jack is currently holding a warhammer in one hand and a primitive double-barreled shotgun forged by the team's mechanics in the other hand, laughing wildly as he steps on the corpses of more than a dozen soldiers and horses stacked under his feet.
"Hahahaha!
I was originally thinking about how to spend this boring life, but someone came to our door to relieve our boredom.
Not bad!
It seems that this world is much more interesting and exciting than the last one.
Come on!
Use your blood and lives to please me!
Whether it is the desperate cry of fighting before death, or the painful wail after being injured, to me it is the most beautiful music in the world."
After saying that, Jack raised his hand, aimed at the two knights charging towards him, and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang!
The horses under the two knights were hit on the head by large-caliber bullets from double-barreled shotguns, spurting out dazzling blood and brains, and then fell headfirst to the ground.
The knight on his back fell hard due to the inertia generated by the high-speed charge.
Just as they were struggling to get up, they suddenly saw a shadow covering them.
The next second...
The heavy war hammer hit directly head on.
The terrifying force knocked the whole person from the ground to a height of seven or eight meters in the air. His head and helmet shattered on the spot, and his eyeballs, brains and blood spurted out along the cracks, and finally fell to the ground motionless. p>
"Strange...monster!"
Seeing the miserable death of his companion, another soldier collapsed instantly, dropped his weapon, turned around, and tried to escape by rolling and crawling.
But just after crawling less than two or three meters away, a big hand grabbed the neck guard of the breastplate from behind and lifted him up from the ground.
When he turned around and vaguely saw Jack's face through the fully enclosed helmet, which looked like the scene of a serial car accident, the twenty-six or seven-year-old young soldier could no longer suppress the fear in his heart and let out a miserable scream. p>
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"
At the same time, he began to vomit uncontrollably, became incontinent, and went completely crazy as if he had seen something indescribable.
"Gan! It's so fucking disgusting!"
Jack threw him to the ground with a look of disgust, and then stepped on the other person's neck.
When another player next to him saw this, he couldn't help but joked in a half-joking tone: "I told you to stay in the house and don't come out to scare people. Also, you are a guy with such a high level, but you still...
Do you have the nerve to come out and grab the experience points of these mosquito legs from us?"
"Shut up! What do you mean by grabbing experience points! I was obviously acting in self-defense! Didn't you see them rushing in and disturbing my meal?"
Jack rolled his eyes angrily, stuffed two bullets into the gun chamber, then put it on his shoulder and walked straight out of the village.
Because all the enemies in the village have been killed, the players have already rushed out to look for the fish that slipped through the net hidden in the woods.
Once discovered, no matter how much the other party begs for mercy, he will be killed without mercy.
After all, from the moment they participated in the massacre of civilians, all players collectively sentenced them to death.
Some of the more ruthless and cruel bloodthirsty lunatics who like to play sadistic games would even deliberately break the legs of soldiers and then watch them crawling desperately for survival in the woods.
When he is almost unable to crawl, he will catch up and strangle or suffocate him to death while talking and laughing.
Others played a "heartbeat sport" that is very popular among some extremely evil players.
Its rule is to tie a living person to a tree or shelf, then stand far enough away and throw a small dart aimed at the heart.
The closer the throwing position is to the heart, the higher the score, and vice versa.
However, you cannot directly hit the heart and cause death, otherwise it will directly lead to losing the game.
In other words, if someone hits the heart and the target dies, it is equivalent to losing.
But if both sides avoid the vital points and fail to hit the heart, and the tied person eventually bleeds to death, then the score will be used to determine the outcome.
There is no doubt that this kind of crazy behavior is absolutely "extremely evil" according to Faerun's standards.
Under normal circumstances, it will only be used on those who are considered to be the most evil, or on enemies who have annoyed the players.
Powerful!
Cold!
Cruel!
Bloodthirsty!
At this moment, the villagers of Kahn Village, who were the victims, were completely dumbfounded.
The village chief knelt on the ground with a thud, his whole body shaking uncontrollably, and beads of sweat falling down like soybeans.
He simply couldn't believe that these adventurers, who seemed very "polite" and "affable" and said they wanted to stay in the village, stay overnight, and spend money to buy food, were actually a group of lunatics ten thousand times more terrifying than the imperial army.
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Especially the proficiency, casualness and nonchalance shown by the other party when killing people. Even if you think about it with your buttocks, you know that each of them must be a murderous executioner.
In just a short while, this army disguised by the Theocracy was completely wiped out, leaving not even a single lucky person alive.
Not only that!
The players also unceremoniously stripped off each other's armor, weapons and valuables. At the same time, they gathered the horses that had not been killed and brought them back to Kahn Village.
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Of course, it was not only the villagers of Karn Village who were shocked, but also the old bones who were hiding in the Great Tomb of Nazarick and peeping with the magic mirror.
But this time, unlike last time, I was just afraid of certain arcane and divine spells.
After witnessing the popularity of firearms and hand-held small-caliber artillery among the player community, he raised the danger of the world by two levels.
Although high-level NPCs are not afraid of these gunpowder weapons, the problem is that even adventurers have such things, so how many countries in this world should be equipped with them?
Will there be thousands or even tens of thousands of cannons roaring in a large-scale war?
If that's the case, even with the defensive power of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, I'm afraid it won't last long.
In short, the more Old Bones looked at it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. In his mind, he had already imagined a scene of countries with advanced science and technology and prosperous magic.
As everyone knows, with the current number and strength of players, they can overwhelm nearby kingdoms and empires at any time.
What he sees now is the most dangerous and terrifying force in the world.
After a battle that was not even an appetizer, the players returned to Kahn Village one after another and had a sumptuous lunch under the warm hospitality of the villagers and village chief.
As the "village beauty" Enri Emmott is responsible for bringing the prepared dishes to the table, and looks at these strange-looking players with slightly curious eyes.
Although the ordinary villagers in the village are now very afraid of these powerful people who have killed all the intruders, they are afraid that the other party will suddenly go crazy and massacre the entire village.
But she felt that these "adventurers" in front of her were not that scary. They would even say thank you when the food was served and throw in some gold coins, silver coins, trinkets and other things as tips.
The most important thing is that the other party never touched me like a rude customer in the city teasing the barmaid.
Based on this alone, Enri feels that the players are not bad people.
One elder sister even gave her a long sword that looked very exquisite as a gift, and told girls to learn to protect themselves.
Just when the girl had a smile on her face and was about to walk out of the house with a lot of gifts, the sound of horse hooves coming from far and near broke the harmonious scene.
The players who were enjoying the delicious food did not hesitate for a second, immediately grabbed their weapons and filed out of the room, their faces glowing with excitement as if they had won the lottery.
Jack even picked up the war hammer and went straight to the middle-aged man who was at the front of the team, wanting to smash this guy, who looked the most powerful, into pieces.
But the opponent was obviously not a vegetarian, so he drew his sword and attacked without saying a word.
The moment the two men's weapons collided, a loud bang echoed in the ears of everyone present.
The strong airflow even caused a moderate gust of wind.
"Quite good, you are a good opponent."
Seeing that someone could catch his blow, Jack immediately grinned and praised loudly without hesitation.
"You're not bad either!"
The middle-aged man's hands were obviously trembling slightly, and his eyes were full of horror.
This was the first time in his life that he lost to an opponent in a collision of forces, and it was still an overwhelming disadvantage.
Because he held the sword with both hands, while the opponent only used one hand.
Just when a battle was about to break out, Enri Emmott finally came to her senses and ran out of the house, waving her hands and shouting out of breath: "Don't... don't fight! This is all a misunderstanding.
!They...they are not enemies, but the army of the kingdom."
Instantly!
Players who were murderous one second became harmless the next, and some guys even kept sighing.
Finally, with the explanation from the girl and the village, the warrior leader Gazef who came from afar figured out the situation and visited the corpses still in the woods outside the village, as well as the trophies collected by the players. He couldn't believe that these guys dressed as adventurers were so aggressive and killed a heavily armed squadron without any effort.
But the facts are in front of you, so you have to believe them even if you don’t believe them.
As a result, the warrior captain bowed deeply to many players in public to express his inner gratitude.
But before he could say his words of thanks, several guys in strange clothes suddenly appeared out of thin air in the open space outside the village.
They were followed by a large number of soldiers and several strange creatures floating in mid-air.
"Damn! I knew this attack wouldn't be that simple!"
Gazef's expression suddenly changed.
As the warrior captain of the kingdom, he almost recognized the identity of these people at a glance as one of the elite troops of the Theocracy - the "Sunshine Canon".
And those creatures floating in mid-air are summoned angels...