Chapter 10: Once you lock it, others will understand

I heard that the Prairie Spirit NPC mentioned that they offer discounted herbs to the Arcane Brotherhood, the Catfolk, and the Prairie Spirits at the herb cultivation station in the north, of course, higher quality herbs require a greater reputation with the Prairie Spirits

The gnoll crossbowmen are now about a hundred yards away from the defense line. These gnolls, equipped with large military crossbows, are clearly more formidable than the vast majority of current rangers and hunters. Aside from seasoned veterans like Whitebrow, who can occasionally land a hit, other ranged classes are being suppressed. From time to time, players who expose themselves to shoot are seen lamenting as they fall into pools of blood

At this moment, a beheading achievement appeared in the records of all players present, and the victim's head soared into the sky, exemplifying through action the sole outcome of the confrontation between blade and flesh.

At this moment, the twenty-four targets of the Fifth Regiment finally began their attack—of course, they still had some sense, knowing to use trees and dead branches to conceal themselves, rather than engaging in a foolish mass charge

"Mage, run quickly! Don't crouch behind the tree waiting to die! Zigzag as you run! Apply some oil to your feet!" At the moment when the majority were still in shock at the one-sided outcome of the battle, the old man with white eyebrows suddenly stood up. The kitten heard the old man pull the trigger, and then saw a dog-headed man, who was in the process of delivering a finishing blow to an injured comrade, slump over and fall to the ground with a thud—clearly, a leather cap could not possibly withstand the impact of a shotgun round within effective range, and a dog-headed man with a shattered skull could not continue to live.

Although the Sword of the Sky is currently only a medium-sized guild, it certainly will not miss the food that appears right in front of its own door. Soon, the majority of personnel from five elite teams appeared, and even the second-tier members from the twenty-first to the fortieth teams showed up at the scene. In addition to the guild's regular team, around two hundred people surrounded this area tightly, leaving no room for water to leak through—clearly, there were more people on the periphery.

Forty yards! shouted the human ranger from the treetops.

Then Masuo saw the Lin surname regiment leader jump out and say: "This kind of task should still be entrusted to our Fifth Regiment!"

Although this game had been distributed in a single-player version before the fifth open beta, everyone knows that the online version and the single-player version are two different things. After some discussion, the management decided to form an elite team to test the waters.

"No, I made some healing potions, and these are the failed products." After applying the poison, Maso retracted the fist blade into the arm guard: "Shamans gain professional bonuses from learning alchemy and using their own crafted potions and elixirs, just as your elder, the dwarven hunter, receives rewards for learning engineering."

The first weighted throwing axe struck directly against the left calf of the dog-headed creature holding a round wooden shield. As it lost its balance and leaned to the left, the second weighted throwing axe accurately and mercilessly sliced open the creature's neck. The arterial blood gushing forth in an instant sent the dog-headed creature aboard the ferry to hell.

After some consideration, Maso decided to coat his whiteboard blade with poison. Following the wallet snatching yesterday, there are still a few bottles of poison left, which now seem to be of great use.

Maso smiled shyly and said, "Maso, I always feel that these goblins are not so easy to deal with." - It is better to act like a kitten with its tail between its legs in front of elders

Remote fire! Prepare for close combat! Before engaging, the mages should not rise! That Lin surname commander still knows to remind the mages in his regiment to be cautious; perhaps in his eyes, these goblins are merely a rabble.

At this point, no reminders are needed; the remote players are either standing or crouching behind cover, exchanging fire with the goblin crossbowmen, while those using thrown weapons and melee classes have begun to wait for the goblins to charge.

However, the process is different, but the result is the same. The gnoll crossbowmen quickly discovered the humans stealthily approaching their side, prompting the gnoll camp to respond swiftly—launching a volley of crossbow bolts. Following this, the melee fighters and shamans among the gnolls began to advance under the cover of the crossbowmen and warlocks.

The three mages of the Fifth Regiment lay in a pool of blood, with the luckiest one pinned down by a crossbow bolt in front of Maso's cover. The kitten quickly leaned out to pull this unfortunate soul over a dead tree trunk, at the cost of the unfortunate one getting hit by another crossbow bolt in the backside while crawling over the trunk. Thus, this anemic mage inevitably fell into a near-death state. Given his constitution, it was estimated that he would have great difficulty stopping the bleeding. Therefore, Maso took out a healing potion for light wounds from his pocket and administered it to him. He then handed him over to the priestess who had come in response to the noise—shamans and priests, as well as druids and paladins, and even a warrior, are all adept at treating external injuries. However, in such an emergency, it is still better to leave it to the priestess.

Maso, nestled behind a fallen dead tree in the forest, looked at the twenty-four members of Team 24 with a gaze that seemed to mock their enthusiasm as they prepared to march towards death—these fools, did they think they were facing the idiotic monsters from a novice dungeon? The idiom and adjective that describe their kind seem to have been specifically created for such beings.

You are correct. Mace is currently at level 4 and has just obtained the first level divine spell. In fact, first level divine spells should be acquired at level 5. However, to ensure that classes such as priests, shamans, and druids, which can use healing divine spells, have practical utility in the early stages, their first level divine spells have been adjusted to be obtained at level 4, while second level divine spells remain at the normal level of 10. This adjustment was made to prevent classes like priests, shamans, and druids from lacking practical utility in the early stages, with their first level divine spells being acquired at level 4 and second level divine spells at the standard level of 10

Indeed, the vast majority of people feel this way, but the ensuing close combat immediately left everyone, except for the kitten, in a cold sweat—at the moment of contact between the seven dog-headed front-line fighters wielding sword and shield, hammer and shield, or axe and shield, and the five-man team, seven members of the five-man team were taken down, followed by five swift strikes, leaving the remaining melee combatants all on the ground.

Seeing twenty-four lively humans rushing towards this place, even the most foolish dog-headed lord would become suspicious of our territory. "Little one, I think you should prepare as well. Try to reserve your MP for healing spells; having one more healing spell might mean one more unfortunate soul can survive" said Bai Mei while adjusting the mechanical sights on his shotgun.

Discarding the crossbow bolt in hand, Marso seized the opportunity to once again throw the weighted throwing axe with his right hand, and one second later, he flicked his tail to launch another weighted throwing axe

"Little one, do you think they will succeed?" The old dwarf sat down beside the kitten

30 yards

You certainly understand, in fact, it is not a problem for young people to be full of vitality; being able to face the imminent arrival of death with composure is also a courageous virtue. However, leading one's companions towards a meaningless death for the sake of one's own pride is foolish. " At this point, Bai Mei took out six cartridges from his ammunition pouch, raised his shotgun, and loaded the bullets into the chamber: "But this is a matter for the young people themselves. I, as an old man, need to prepare first; who knows, I might find myself in the midst of a chaotic battle soon.

"Poison, Little Masso, did you prepare this?" The white-browed man noticed that the kitten was carefully applying a potion to its fist blade, and the old dwarf immediately reacted.

"Little kitten of the Sixth Regiment, I owe you a life." This unfortunate fellow said with a face full of gratitude

At this moment, Maso had already nestled back behind the dead tree trunk, and the kitten extended its hand to give a strong high-five to the old dwarf with white eyebrows

"Well done, little kitten!" After the high five, he continued to load the ammunition with a hearty laugh.

Maso pulled a crossbow bolt from the trunk of a tree and discovered that it was a bolt with armor-piercing capabilities, featuring a sharp head with two blades and a bloodletting channel between them. Anyone struck by this would effectively be put into a bleeding state

Steady! Throw it in twenty yards! The president truly lives up to the reputation of the year of the tiger and wolf, that voice is quite loud: "Who threw the axe! Stop throwing..." Before this person could finish scolding, two weighted flying axes soared towards the dog-headed man who was jumping over a log. The unfortunate victim, armed with a sword and a long wooden shield, had clearly noticed the whistling weighted axes. The first axe struck heavily against the wooden shield, successfully tilting it and exposing his head to the trajectory of the second weighted flying axe. Thus, the second weighted flying axe directly cleaved into the slender neck of the wooden shield's owner.

"Should my sixth regiment go up and give it a try?" Xu Xiaoshi said with a smile while looking at the president at that moment

Although the middle-aged president may be muddled about trivial matters, he is certainly not confused about significant issues; otherwise, the Sword of the Firmament would not be able to rank in the mid-tier of the alliance

Indeed, speaking of which, little one, do you have a source for your herbal materials

"Polite." Maso smiled at him, then took the single-shot suppressed pistol handed over by a dwarf hunter. This is a tactical weapon designed to be used once and discarded, making it very suitable for close-range encounters before engaging the enemy

Maso poked half of his head out, surveying the situation ahead. Since he had decapitated his opponent with his flying axe, the goblins had quickened their advance. The goblin shaman also began to continuously buff them. Several goblins wielding square shields had skin of a bluish stone color, indicating that the petrified skin effect had already taken hold of them

I have always enjoyed throwing since I was a child," said Marso. This is indeed the case; Marso was born with a genetic defect that rendered him unable to walk. In his youth, Marso became fascinated with throwing darts, as he had no other options for play. It was absolutely impossible for him to engage in the activities that girls would enjoy, such as playing with yarn.

In the group of five, there were only four ranged physical attackers, and they were completely suppressed. One mage attempted to look impressive by casting an Arcane Missile, but as soon as he stood up, he was simultaneously struck by six or seven crossbow bolts. With a base HD of only 1D4 (the minimum HP gained upon leveling up is 1, and the maximum is 4), and being a level 4 unfortunate soul at best, he fell to the ground with a body full of crossbow bolts, performing a magnificent 720-degree aerial spin... It was evident that there was no hope for survival.

Why do you think so? Masso leaned out halfway to scrutinize the lord who was a head taller than him

They are coming up! Everyone prepare to engage the enemy! Do not cluster too much in close combat... The close combat team should try to divide them! The mascot president only spoke up at this moment, but what was said was still correct—after confirming the skills of these goblins, clustering together would only lead to trouble for oneself and others.