Dulbert Village, north of Camp Rogue. An adventurer watched speechlessly as mud and water quickly gathered in a pit he had just dug, and mud chunks continued to roll down from the edge. Looking up at the continuous rain, I helplessly continued digging in the mud.
The rain has lasted for three days, causing great difficulties in all pre-war preparations.
The grain harvested by the villagers was not conducive to storage due to moisture.
The road became increasingly potholed and muddy under the repeated crushing of large trucks transporting grain and lumber. The giant mule beasts were spitting white air from their mouths and noses, and the carts that would get stuck in the mud from time to time made it almost impossible for them to bear their own weight.
In order to avoid the muddy and difficult-to-travel sections, the cart had to continuously detour through the wasteland full of rocks, making the journey extremely difficult.
Building fortifications in heavy rain and mud is a difficult challenge even for those with strong physical abilities. The muddy ground is extremely difficult to dig or compact.
"This rain came at a really bad time..." Akara stretched out his hand into the rain curtain. He sighed worriedly.
Mo Bei collapsed in the blood and mud. He opened his mouth and tried to suck air into his chest, but he choked and coughed out a mouthful of blood. His leather armor was torn again. The wound that penetrated his abdomen was still bleeding.
Milor almost crawled to Mo Bei's side, took out a bottle of mild healing potion, and drank it for Mo Bei.
Only then did Mo Bei feel that his life force had stopped flowing, and warm currents slowly surged to his limbs. He looked up at Perona not far away. Fortunately, this girl was just mentally exhausted. I just knelt down and sat in the rain to meditate and recover.
The surroundings were in a mess, with dozens of monster corpses scattered around, most of which were Sinking Demons, as well as Sinking Demon wizards and zombies.
Mo Bei's team first encountered a group of zombies. They looked like an ordinary group of monsters, but there was an elite hidden inside. It still has particularly strong attributes.
These seemingly sluggish monsters seem to be hiding a kind of cunning. There is nothing unusual about this elite in appearance.
It hid in the group of monsters like an ordinary monster, and then made a sneak attack, breaking through Mo Bei's shield block and directly breaking Mo Bei's sternum.
When Mo Bei was injured and fighting with him, a group of Sinking Demons and two Sinking Demon Wizards came over. The terrible thing is that one of the wizards is also an elite. The lightning was strengthened, and as soon as he attacked, an arc of electricity exploded into a charged bomb. Mo Bei was so electrified that he almost collapsed in the rain!
This was the longest and most brutal battle in the team's history, and Mo Bei drank up all the healing potions and stamina potions in his hands. Only then will the zombie elite who was dragged to the end be killed.
Milor's own health was less than one-third, but he gritted his teeth and saved the last bottle of healing potion until now. Pulled Mo Bei back from the near-death state.
No longer able to complain about the rain, Mo Bei climbed up from the mud with difficulty. The wound on his abdomen had stopped bleeding. But in the current state, if we encounter another wandering monster, it is very likely that the group will really be wiped out here.
Even searching for loot in the rain and mud was troublesome. In this mess, gold coins and small items dropped in the muddy water are extremely difficult to find. Mo Bei only saw a short bow not far away and stepped forward to pick it up.
Short bow, unidentified.
gold!
"Damn, I didn't suffer this in vain." Mo Bei spit out blood foam and grinned.
Perona handed 8 gold coins and a sapphire to Mo Bei.
"Are your hands magnetic to gold coins and gems..." Mo Bei thought to himself.
cracked sapphire
Weapon: Increases cold damage by 1-3
Armor: +10 mana
Helmet: +10 mana
Shield: Cold resistance +12%
Mo Bei waved his short bow at the two of them.
"Thump thump thump! Golden! Haha!"
The exhausted Milor's eyes widened slightly, feeling incredible.
"Be sure to bring a few more identification scrolls with you next time you go out." Mo Bei sighed.
The little hand reached out and held an identification scroll. . . . .
"...You have high expectations for magic equipment!" Mo Bei looked at Perona, feeling incredible.
Last time, each person received a total of 5 gold coins, which was enough to buy two identification scrolls. You have overwhelming confidence in our character!
Worried that the scroll would get wet, he quickly took it and completed the identification.
Devil's Quarrel
short bow
Hand damage: 2-4
Agility points required: 15
Required Level: 2
Bow Level: Fast Attack Speed
+10% increased attack speed
+1 minimum damage
+22 attack accuracy
Increases cold damage by 1-2
Fire resistance +8%
The whole body of the bow was pitch black and curved in a pleasing arc. Milor couldn't help but caress it for a while. Her little face was a little red from excitement.
Suddenly the three of them heard a faint sound of horns, which seemed intermittent in the rain.
"It's like the horn of a camp guard!" Milor's hearing was the most acute.
The three of them immediately followed the sound and left.
Through the rain curtain, Mo Bei saw a team of about twenty people heading in their direction.
Mo Bei, who was still in pain, even felt a sense of resentment.
Why didn't you come earlier? . . .
"Ah... great! We have gathered another team. With this damn rain, the horn sound can't be heard at all..." The camp guard with a tired look waved at Mo Bei and the other three.
There are 10 camp guards in this team, and the captain is called West. There are also four adventure teams that have gathered in the past two days.
After learning about the monster army, Mo Bei felt that his teeth started to hurt.
Why are there so many of these monsters? Isn't it just a bunch of projections? Can these slides be perfect? Do you still have some organizational discipline? . . What the hell are you wandering about!
Follow the team as they continue to search for the adventuring party in the wilderness. Mo Bei was also worried.
I don’t know if it can be blocked. .
At the beginning, Mo Bei asked directly why he didn't notify some teams at level 70 or 80 to come back and take charge. After West explained, Mo Bei understood how serious the situation the world was facing.
What shocked Mo Bei was that in the advanced monster area, the mortality rate of adventurers was even higher than in novice areas like them. This has resulted in the world's high-end combat power being constantly stretched.
Those teams were under tremendous pressure to maintain a precarious balance with the hellish forces in those areas.
The whole dark world. There are four newbie areas like Camp Rogue.
Rogge Camp is the largest and the one with the largest number of adventurers sent out. There are also a large number of civilians living there.
If Camp Rogge suffers a heavy blow, it is almost foreseeable that the tug-of-war between humans and the forces of hell will collapse soon!
In the camp, Kasha was falling into endless self-blame. She actually allowed a cancer to evolve to the point of destroying them.
This cancer is Bisu Bosu!
The overlord of this icy plain. In terms of strength, he is only a relatively powerful elite fallen demon wizard.
But it has one ability - to resurrect other fallen magicians. The latter can resurrect the little fallen demon. When this resurrection chain encounters a huge monster base, an infinite rebirth army surrounding Bisu Bosu will be formed. And this damn devil is extremely cunning. It will never get close to the attack range of humans easily.
Kasha realized not long ago that the overlord of the Cold Plains had not been killed by the adventure team for several months. . .
She was just preparing to organize a clean-up campaign, but she didn't expect that the threat was detonated in advance.
Previously, Bisu Bosu's projection had survived for a longer period of time, but why did such a change happen this time?
This leader-level monster, which is not very powerful in itself, can usually only summon the fallen demon clan. Why is it able to gather all kinds of monsters in the entire icy plain this time?
. . . . . .
Milor's condition looks bad. Her village is Blountar, just north of the camp. One of the twelve villages that bore the brunt of the monster army's invasion.
The team finally completed their original search mission late at night. And destroy all the monsters encountered along the way.
"The team that is still in the wilderness. We can only hope that they can detect the danger in advance... We will go to Brontal Village and help build fortifications." Captain West said tiredly.
Hearing this, Milor's originally worried eyes showed a look of surprise. This team was actually about to take the gathered adventure team to her village.
The group arrived at Blountal in the early morning. Even at this time, there are still busy figures inside and outside the village.
Mo Bei saw four trebuchets standing next to the village at a glance. The shape was vaguely discernible in the rain, and it matched the drawings I had seen in the Voss collection.
Mo Bei thought of the black mad king Leoric recorded in the book. This king, who was originally loved by his people, became jealous and crazy under the mental erosion of the fear devil Diavolo. Bewitched, he became hostile to the Western Border Kingdom, so he ordered the design and construction of a large number of siege equipment.
Among them is the trebuchet standing silently in the rain like a giant.
When Leoric felt something trying to enter his spirit and infect his thoughts, he chose to remain silent in front of his priests and cronies. He was so convinced that he could defeat these evil corruptions that Dia Polo eventually destroyed his sanity. Turning him into a bloodthirsty and cruel Black Mad Lord.
If you choose to face the darkness alone, you may also be swallowed by the darkness. Mo Bei thought.
Anyone who beats the boss alone is either crazy or is becoming a lunatic!
