Originally, this place was filled with various monsters, mechanisms, traps, and puzzles, but since it was occupied by Erinikas, it has been transformed into a cage for imprisoning experimental subjects and prisoners.
Including Sancho, Imoen, Jaheira, and Minsk who joined the team later were basically all imprisoned 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 surprisingly good.
Although the relatively ignorant Imoen has not yet realized the problem, Sancho, who has experienced countless times the evil of human nature, has already realized that something is wrong.
It’s a pity that all his teammates are now in isolation and detention. He can’t contact anyone at all, let alone know their situation.
In contrast, Jaheira, Minsk and others were clearly subjected to abuse, torture and human experimentation.
Not to mention an independent cell, the whole person was thrown into a cage hanging in the air like an animal, with petrified lizards being raised below.
In order to avoid attracting the attention of these terrifying magical beasts and thus being hit by the petrification rays and turned into statues, no matter how much pain one endures physically, one must grit one's teeth and hold back from making even the slightest sound.
Minsk, in particular, is like a volcano filled with magma at this moment, emitting a terrifying and violent aura all over its body, as if it would erupt in the next second.
The reason was simple! He saw with his own eyes that the witch, Danahel, whom he had sworn to protect, was chopped into pieces during Erinikas's crazy experiment, and in the end, not even a complete body was left.
You know, protecting witches is the highest honor and belief of the warriors in the Leatherman area.
If a witch suffers even the slightest harm before he falls, it will be regarded as an indelible shame.
So this man with violent blood flowing in his veins was almost going crazy, and all he could think about was how to take revenge and how to tear the enemy who killed the witch into pieces alive.
There is no doubt that Minsk and Danahei came from Leatherman, the easternmost part of the continent of Faerun bordering the Endless Wilderness. It is also the primitive tribal federation state that Yasan IV went on a cross-sea expedition to rescue.
In this country, witches are undoubtedly the ruling class.
Anyone who dared to harm them or disobey their orders would be sentenced to death, unless the other person was a child or a fellow witch.
There is also an ancient tradition in this country that witches will travel for at least one year after they reach adulthood to broaden their horizons, acquire knowledge, and eventually become a qualified or even excellent ruler.
During this time, a selected warrior will be responsible for protecting his safety.
Danahei is a newly-adult Leatherman witch, and Minsk is the warrior responsible for protecting him.
But unfortunately, during an attack in the wild, the latter seemed to be hit on the head by a blunt object used by the enemy. Since then, he has become a little dull and stupid, and even his ability to express himself in language 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 giant hamster in the universe" that could provide him with useful advice in peacetime and in battle. He even named it "Bubu" and carried it with him all day long.
For a long time, Danahei couldn't help but doubt whether his guards could still perform their duties.
But now, she obviously doesn't need to worry about this matter anymore.
In fact, during Erinikas's experiments, it wasn't just Danahei who died, but also hundreds of monsters and humans.
After all, the best way to stimulate the divinity and power of Baal, the god of murder, is through blood and killing.
Every time a life is taken, the power hidden in the Son of Bhaal reacts.
However, with Zuo Si's spies watching here, Erinikas did not dare to capture the people of the West Coast Empire at will. Instead, he opened a portal to capture people in the Shadowmoon Islands.
Jaheira and Minsk witnessed with their own eyes a large number of unfamiliar faces being first imprisoned, then taken away by golems and never returned.
It is also because of this that Jaheira is extremely worried about her husband Khalid.
The latter has not returned since being taken away more than ten hours ago.
nervous!
anxiety!
pain!
As he had been staying in the dark dungeon all day, the harpist and druid had long lost his sense of time. He had no idea how long he had been imprisoned, nor did he know what the other party wanted to do.
But one thing is certain, Erinikas is definitely coming for the Son of Baal in the team.
Because every once in a while, she could vaguely hear the screams and wails of Aberdare coming from the upper floor.
Just as Jaheira was using his groggy brain to think about how to get rid of the magic shackles on his body, and then use the druid's animal transformation ability to transform into a small creature and crawl out of the cage, he suddenly found that a dark-skinned female drow suddenly appeared in his sight.
Given the dark elves' bad reputation in the surface world, she immediately became extremely alert, thinking that the other party must be Erinikas's accomplice and minion.
"Haha, relax, you half-blooded 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 Durlag for a long time.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Jaheira asked, frowning.
Through the dim light in the dungeon and the half-elf's dim vision, she could clearly see the other party's exquisite black chain mail, as well as the mace, shield, holy emblem and other weapons and equipment he carried with him.
There is no doubt that this is a priest in full armor.
Considering that more than 95 percent of the female priests of the Dark Elves served the evil spider goddess Rose, Jaheira felt a chill down his spine and sweat quickly flowed down his forehead and cheeks, quickly soaking through his tattered collar.
Viconia keenly caught this reaction, raised the corners of her mouth slightly and replied in a slightly playful tone: "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I am here to help you. Don't tell me that you don't want to escape from this damn place."
"Help us? What's the reason? Or what do you want from us?"
Jaheira, who had worked as a harpist for a long time, remained extremely vigilant and obviously did not believe the evil dark elf in front of him.
"What? No, there is nothing on you worth my snooping.
Since you don't want to believe me, forget it.
I can always find someone else.”
After saying that, Viconia didn't hesitate for even a second. She left Jaheira, who was confused, and turned around and disappeared into the dark passage on the left.
The latter obviously did not expect the other party to leave without saying a word. An expression of shock, confusion and puzzlement suddenly appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth to shout.
However, he found that the petrified lizard under his feet had raised its head, so he quickly retracted his body back into the iron cage, fearing that he would be stared at by those eyes that could emit petrifying rays.
On the other side, Viconia came to Sancho's cell door with ease, took out something that looked like a lock picking tool, fiddled with the door twice, opened the lock effortlessly, kicked the door open with a bang, and directly threw the leather backpack full of spell books, magic wands, scrolls, equipment, and props in her hand over.
"Hey! Kid! Don't sleep anymore! Get up!"
"ah?!"
Sancho suddenly woke up from his sleep and subconsciously took the backpack that originally belonged to him. He was stunned for a long time and didn't understand what had happened.
"Don't just stand there!
Prepare your spells quickly and go rescue your teammates.
Those guys don't seem willing to believe me, so the rest of the work is up to you.
Remember, Erinikas will be back in a few hours at most.
If you want to escape, you need to find a portal on the upper level of this tower.
As for weapons and equipment, there should be some at the entrance to 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 this, Viconia left a meaningful smile, then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
After all, according to Zuo Si's plan, all they had to do was release the captured team. As for whether they could escape, it depended on their own abilities.
"So... I was rescued?"
A few minutes later, Sancho blinked in confusion, and immediately used the lock-picking tools left by the other party to open the magic shackles.
不过谨慎的他并没有急着立刻采取行动，而是先打开法术书把空白的法术位全部记满，紧跟着才换上一身魔法装备，召唤出自己的魔宠——一只魔蝠前来帮忙。
等做好万全准备之后，男孩这才小心翼翼的踏出牢笼，沿着阴暗狭窄的通道向外摸索。
没过一会儿功夫，他就看到了横七竖八倒在牢房门口的几个蛇人狱卒。
这些家伙显然中了某种魔法，正趴在地上呼呼大睡，对于外界完全没有一丝一毫的警惕性。
换成一般人，或许只会想着怎样赶紧逃出去，根本不敢轻易打草惊蛇。
但桑乔在左思的调教下，早就意识到了斩草除根的重要性。
尤其是高塔内的怪物和守卫那么多，指不定还隐藏着陷阱跟警报，想要完全不触动几乎是不可能的。
此时此刻要是当成什么都没看见放过这几个蛇人，说不定警报响起的时候它们瞬间便会惊醒，从后方发起围追堵截，给整个队伍带来巨大的威胁。
稍微思索了片刻，这个男孩迅速从包裹里取出一瓶无色透明的液体，在每一个蛇人的嘴里倒了两滴。
还不到十几秒钟的功夫，这些蛇人便开始不受控制的剧烈抽搐、痉挛，最终从口鼻处流出大量黑色的血液变成了一具尸体。
成功毒杀了狱卒，桑乔立刻从其中一名蛇人的身上取下牢房钥匙，一间一间牢房的寻找队友。
最终在通道尽头发现了跟自己一样被单独关押的爱蒙。
原本性格就活泼好动的女孩显然快要被憋疯了，一出来就忍不住吐槽道：“该死！这些家伙整天把我们关起来，而且还每天三顿不停的送饭，难道是打算拿我当猪养吗？我感觉自己最近都长胖了不少。”
“知足吧，起码我们来没有遭受过任何折磨跟虐待，比起其他囚犯来幸运多了。别废话，咱们的时间有限，赶紧拿着我的法术书准备法术。”
桑乔顺手把自己的法术书递了过去。
成功营救出一名同伴让他明显松了一口气。
毕竟人多力量大，想要逃出去自然是人手越多越好。
“给我点时间！”
爱蒙二话不说翻开法术书便开始记忆魔法。
在剑湾四处旅行的时候，她已经通过桑乔的教导和自学成为了一名法师，而且施法等级达到了LV7，最高可以施展四环魔法。
毫无疑问，如此恐怖的学习和成长速度跟巴尔之子体内所拥有的神力与神性脱不了关系。
短暂的休息和记忆过后，两个队伍中年级最小的施法者相互配合着继续前进，没过多久便来到了关押贾希拉和明斯克的铁笼下边。
看着两人身上伤痕累累的样子，心地善良的爱蒙立刻忍不住关心道：“喂！你们还好吗？”
“桑乔？爱蒙！你们是怎么逃出来的？”
贾希拉猛然间抓着笼子的铁栅栏站了起来，眼神中闪烁着名为希望的光芒。
“这件事情说来话长，总之是一名不认识的黑暗精灵提供了帮助。现在麻烦你们后退一点，我要施展敲击术打开笼子。”
说罢，男孩便进入施法专注状态开始吟唱咒语。
笼子内的两人闻言，赶忙后退紧贴着背部的铁栅栏并用双手死死抓住。
因为【敲击术】这个二环魔法在现实中的表现可不像游戏中那样不声不响，而是会发出巨大的响声与振动。
就如同名字一样，通过敲击引发剧烈的物理与魔法震荡，从而把锁死的门或者锁打开。
这也是为什么很多冒险小队明明有会敲击术的法师，还是会额外再带一名盗贼，并让后者主要负责溜门撬锁的事情。
无他，实在是【敲击术】发出的响声太容易暴露自身位置了。
眨眼功夫，桑乔便完成了手头的法术，对准封闭的铁笼释放出去。
下一秒……
轰！！！ 伴随着猛烈的冲击与震荡，吊在半空中紧闭的铁笼大门直接飞了出来，砰的一声砸在下边石化蜥蜴的脑袋上。
作为一种十分暴躁的魔法生物，这些巨型蜥蜴立刻变得怒不可遏，不断瞪着淡黄色的眼珠四下搜索，想要找到攻击自己的敌人在什么地方。
“就是现在！跳！”
贾希拉扯着嗓子喊了一句，随后纵身一跃从铁笼里跳出来，并在下落的过程中刚好抓住吊桥的边缘。
只要再差一点，她就会当场掉下去被石化蜥蜴的视线变成雕塑，亦或是活生生的撕成碎片吃掉。
相比之下，力气更大的明斯克看上去就从容多了。
不仅成功落在了吊桥上，同时光溜溜的脑袋上还趴着一只黄皮的大号仓鼠。
一人一鼠正在用别人听不懂的语言进行某种交流。
爱蒙和桑乔齐心协力把贾希拉从吊桥边缘拽了上来，随后三人一起坐在地上大口大口喘着粗气。
死里逃生的贾希拉用略带欣慰的眼神看着这两小家伙，轻声说道：“谢谢。如果没有你们，我和明斯克可能会与其他囚犯一样死在这个鬼地方。”
“别客气，你之前也救过我好几次。”
桑乔不以为意的耸了耸肩膀。
自从得到左思的告诫之后，他就一直在尝试着融入这支冒险小队，尤其是搞好与阿伯戴尔之间的关系。
相信经过这次生死考验之后，相互之间的信任关系肯定会更进一步。
就在贾希拉还想要说点什么的时候，一旁的明斯克突然发疯了一样厉声咆哮：“没错！布布！咱们一定要宰了那个该死的邪恶法师！是他残忍杀害了戴娜黑！我要让他血债血偿！”
“嘿！冷静点！明斯克！我们现在的当务之急是救出阿伯戴尔和卡立德。对了，卡立德呢？他难道没跟你们在一起吗？”
爱蒙抬起头巡视了一圈周围吊在半空中的铁笼，结果发现不是空空如也就是只剩下一具腐烂发臭的尸体。
“这也正是我担心的。卡立德十几个小时前被带走了，到现在也没有回来。”
在说这番话的时候，贾希拉语气中明显透露着强烈的担忧。
“那还等什么！ 让我们快点上路吧。
给，这里是我们从狱卒手里拿到的武器。
虽然可能不太趁手，但总比赤手空拳要强得多。”
桑乔从背包中取出一柄双手剑和一根长矛递给二人。
贾希拉果断选择了长矛，而明斯克则更中意双手剑。
就这样，一行四人踏上了营救同伴、逃离杜拉格之塔的旅程。
他们根本不知道要营救的卡立德早就已经死透了，尸体也在邪恶魔法的亵渎下失去了被复活的可能。
同样被关在上层牢笼内的阿伯戴尔，体内的神力与神性也被完全剥夺，眼下正处在一种极度不稳定的状态下。
他的身体时而保持着人类形态，时而变身成为杀戮者，疯狂吞噬者高塔内所有活着的生命，给人的感觉就像是失去了所有的理智，完全屈从于某种原始本能的兽性。
此时此刻，作为高塔主人的艾瑞尼卡斯正通过魔法监控装置，面无表情看着这一切，足足过了好几分钟才头也不回的问：“为什么这个巴尔之子在失去了所有的神性和神力之后，还能化身成为杀戮者？他究竟是从哪里来的力量？”
“无非两种可能。
一种是谋杀之神巴尔给他体内输送了一点力量以维持其存在； 另外一种就是他的所作所为完美符合了巴尔的教义，再加上来自凡人的敬畏、恐惧和信仰，最终迈过了从凡人到超凡的门槛。
你要明白，神是纯粹精神与哲学层面的存在。
这也就意味着想要真正从根源上消灭他们很难。
虽然巴尔已经死了，但并不意味着他会像凡人一样失去所有的意识跟感知。”
左思缓缓从黑暗中走出来，饶有兴致的给出了答案。
就在刚才，两人完成了一次不为人知的秘密交易。
他眼下手上拿着的笔记，就是艾瑞尼卡斯这些日子以来总结从凡人跃升为神明的几个步骤。
当然，至于是否真的有效暂时还要打上一个问号。
毕竟在原剧情里，这家伙封神之前就被阿伯戴尔击败了。
“你的意思是我真正需要面对的根本不是区区一个巴尔之子，而是他身后的谋杀之神？”
艾瑞尼卡斯下意识皱起了眉头。
作为一名强大的精灵高等法师，他此刻能明显感觉到在夺取神力与神性之后，自己与对方的灵魂似乎产生了一种无法解释的联系。
尽管很微弱，但却真实存在。
Whether you are willing or not, you must have a duel with it at the moment when you are about to achieve the achievement of being a god.
If you win, you can naturally break free from Baal's shackles and become the new god of the world of Toril.
But if you lose, all you have prepared will be swallowed up by Aberdare.
Perhaps he will eventually become the new god of murder, or he may become the nutrient for the resurrection of his father Baal.
But one thing is certain: you will lose everything.
So you think the game is over if you strip Aberdare of its power and divinity? No, my dear friend.
The real game has just begun.
I'm looking forward to what kind of sparks will fly between you and him.
And don't forget, if you lose this game, your soul will be mine."
As the last word came out of his mouth, the temperature in the surrounding air instantly dropped to freezing point.
Especially the expression on Erinikas's face, which was almost frost-like.
He never dreamed that the other party would dig a pit in this place and wait for him to jump in.
After a brief moment of impotent rage, the elven high wizard finally calmed down and asked through gritted teeth, "Can I go back and kill him now?"
"Whatever you want. As long as you're not afraid of encountering Baal, the god of murder, himself.
Believe me, with your current strength, even if you face a dead god, the only outcome is a miserable defeat and death.
What's more, the power and divinity in your body that are integrated with your soul and belong to Baal will not only be of no help in battle, but may also be controlled by Baal.
Therefore, there is only one path before you now, and that is to absorb strength as quickly as possible to elevate yourself to the level of a quasi-god, so that you will have a chance to break free of the shackles and finally defeat Aberdare to realize your ideal.
Don’t try to take shortcuts! There is only one way to success.”
After saying that, Zuo Si showed a playful smile on his face, raised his hand and gently patted the other person's shoulder to show encouragement.
But the sinister and cunning revealed in those eyes could not be concealed.
He knew very well that Erinikas was now like a person who had fallen into a swamp and there was no way he could escape from his grasp.
Even if Baal, the god of murder, couldn't deal with this guy, the elven gods would step in to suppress him.
You know, the elven god Corellon is famous for being petty and vengeful.
There was once an elven priest who served him and cooperated with the dark elves out of kindness and justice. However, when the priest walked into the temple again, he was instantly shot dead by the incarnation of his own god.
If loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal.
Ever since the Dark Elves descended into the Underdark, the Spider Goddess Lolth led her children in rebellion and established their own pantheon. Corellon has an extremely low tolerance for corruption and depravity within the elven community.
No matter who it is, if they dare to offend him, the only outcome is death.
For someone like Erinikas to become a god by directly absorbing the energy of the Tree of Life is simply a slap in the face of the entire elven pantheon. Theoretically, it is impossible for it to succeed.
"I will definitely succeed in becoming a god! I will never let your evil plan succeed!"
Erinikas clenched his fists tightly, not so much to prove something to Zuo Si as to cheer himself up.
He simply couldn't imagine how miserable and desperate the result would be if his soul fell into the other party's hands.
"Yeah, yeah! That's the kind of momentum you have. Come on, I'm rooting for you."
Zuo Si pursed his lips and couldn't help laughing. Then he ignored the other party and used teleportation magic to disappear on the spot.
Erinikas stayed where she was, staring at the mad Aberdare, and left after about three to five minutes, intending to go to her sister, the vampire queen Badi, for help.
No one knew better than him how powerful the magical defense of the elven city of Sodanisla, hidden in the Wildas Forest, was.
No matter who it is, if they want to enter, they must first break the magic barrier, otherwise they may not even be able to find the entrance.
This is also why the elves living inside never care about the changes happening in the human world outside.
In addition, there are countless magical protections and powerful guards inside the city.
Strictly speaking, Sodanisla's magic barrier should belong to the category of "maze lock".
It's just not as large, complex, and complicated as Myth Drannor, the former seat of the royal court.
Just as the west coast of Faerun was once again in turmoil because of the Son of Bhaal, players from another world also gave the local natives a big eye.
Carne Village, a small village standing on the border of the kingdom.
Like most hardworking and simple farmers, the people here lead a peaceful life of working from sunrise to sunset all year round.
Although the food and clothing were not good, they were not to the point of starving. Even with the heavy taxes levied on the nobles, they could still barely maintain the most basic food and clothing.
However, as the Silian Theocracy became dissatisfied with the increasing corruption and decline of the kingdom's nobles, it began to secretly support the Baharus Empire and even sent troops disguised as imperial soldiers to attack the border in order to lure the kingdom's warrior-captain Gazef to the rescue, so as to remove this obstacle and allow the empire to quickly annex the kingdom and enhance the power of the entire human race, the villagers' living environment inevitably began to become more and more dangerous.
Recently, there have been frequent reports of villages near Ye-Rantel being attacked, massacred, and burned to the ground.
Even more unfortunately, before the villagers could decide whether to move to E-Rantel collectively to avoid the limelight, a large number of fully armed soldiers surrounded the village and killed anyone they saw without any mercy.
Many civilians, elderly people, fathers, daughters and children fell in a pool of blood.
Just when they were having a great time killing, a group of players who happened to be resting, eating and staying in the village rushed out.
Before their opponents could react, the group of guys who were worried about the decreasing number of monsters and beasts in the forest suddenly showed a ferocious smile, pounced forward and began to slaughter the troops sent by the Theocracy.
As a soldier whose physical fitness may be only slightly better than that of an ordinary person, how could he possibly defeat the elite players who are as fierce as wolves and tigers.
In just half a minute, all the soldiers and horses who rushed into the village fell to the ground and became mutilated corpses.
Their seemingly solid full body armor and fully enclosed helmets could not withstand attacks from arcane magic, divine spells, and enchanted weapons.
Not to mention these things, even the players' homemade gunpowder firearms can easily penetrate it.
Archbishop Jack of the Ancient Gods was currently holding a war hammer in one hand and a primitive double-barreled shotgun forged by a mechanic in the team in the other, and he was laughing wildly as he stepped on the corpses of a dozen soldiers and horses piled up under his feet.
"Hahahaha! I was originally wondering how to get through this boring life, and then someone came to my doorstep to entertain me.
Not bad, not bad!
It seems that this world is much more interesting and exciting than the previous one.
bring it on!
Please me with your blood and life! Whether it is the desperate cry before death or the painful wail after injury, it is the most beautiful music in the world to me. "
After saying that, Jack raised his hand, aimed at the two knights rushing towards him, and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! The horses under the crotch of the two knights were shot in the head by the large-caliber bullets of the double-barreled shotguns, spurting out dazzling blood and brain matter, and then fell headfirst to the ground.
The knight on his back fell heavily due to the inertia caused 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 came straight towards him.
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. Eyeballs, brain matter and blood gushed out through the gap, and finally he fell to the ground motionless.
"Monster...monster!"
Seeing his companion's miserable death, another soldier collapsed instantly, dropped his weapon, turned around and tried to escape.
But just when he had crawled less than two or three meters, 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 young soldier, who was about 26 or 27 years old, could no longer suppress the fear in his heart and let out a miserable cry.
“Aa ...
At the same time, he began to vomit uncontrollably and suffered from incontinence. He went completely crazy as if he had seen something indescribable.
"Fuck! That's fucking disgusting!"
Jack threw him to the ground with a look of disgust, then stomped on his neck and broke it.
Seeing this, another player nearby couldn't help but tease in a half-joking tone: "I told you to stay indoors and not come out to scare people. Also, you are already at such a high level, and you have the nerve to come out and snatch these tiny experience points from us?"
"Shut up! What do you mean by stealing experience points? I was clearly defending myself! Didn't you see them rushing in and disturbing my meal?"
Jack rolled his eyes in annoyance, stuffed two bullets into the gun chamber, then carried 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 those escaped fish hiding in the woods.
Once discovered, no matter how the other party begs for mercy, he will be killed without mercy.
After all, since they participated in the massacre of civilians, all the players have collectively sentenced them to death.
Some were cold-blooded, cruel, and bloodthirsty maniacs who enjoyed killing people. They would even deliberately break the legs of soldiers and then watch them crawl desperately in the woods for their lives.
When the animal can hardly crawl anymore, they will chase after it and strangle or suffocate it to death while talking and laughing.
Others are playing a "heartbeat sport" that is very popular among some extremely evil player groups.
The rules are to tie a living person to a tree or a rack, then stand far enough away and throw a small dart at the heart.
The closer the throw is to the heart, the higher the score, and vice versa.
However, you cannot hit the heart directly to cause death, otherwise it will directly lead to losing the game.
In other words, if someone stabs the target in the heart and causes his death, he loses.
But if both sides avoid the vital points and fail to stab the heart, and the person tied up eventually dies from excessive blood loss, then the winner will be determined by points.
There is no doubt that this kind of insane behavior is absolutely "extremely evil" according to Feren's standards.
Normally, it would only be used on those deemed to be extremely evil, or enemies who had angered the players.
powerful!
Cold!
brutal!
Bloodthirsty!
At this moment, the villagers of Kahn Village, who were the victims, were completely dumbfounded.
The village chief fell to his knees with a thud, his whole body shaking uncontrollably and beads of sweat dripping down like soybeans.
He simply couldn't believe that these adventurers who looked very "polite" and "friendly", and who expressed their desire to rest, stay and buy food in the village, were actually a group of lunatics who were ten thousand times more terrifying than the imperial army.
Especially the skill, casualness and indifference shown by the other party when killing people. Even if you use your butt to think, you can tell that they must be executioners who kill people like crazy.
In a short while, this army disguised as the Theocracy was completely wiped out, without even a single lucky person left alive.
Not only that!
The players also stripped each other of their armor, weapons and valuables without hesitation, and collected the war horses that were not killed and brought them back to Kahn Village.
Of course, it wasn’t just the villagers of Carne Village who were shocked, but also Old Bones who was hiding in the Great Tomb of Nazarick and peeping with a magic mirror.
However, this time, it was different from the last time when he was merely afraid of certain arcane and divine arts.
After witnessing the popularity of firearms and handheld small-caliber artillery among the player community, he raised the danger level of this 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 were the case, even with the defenses of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, it would probably not hold out for long.
In short, the more Old Bones looked at it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. In his mind, he had already imagined a scene in which various countries had advanced technology and prosperous magic.
Little do they know that with the current number and strength of players, they can sweep away the 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 with the warm hospitality of the villagers and the village chief.
As the "village beauty", Anli Emmett was responsible for serving the prepared dishes to the table, and she looked at these players who looked a little strange with a slightly curious look.
Although the ordinary villagers in the village are now very afraid of these people who have powerful strength and killed all the invaders, 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 some gold coins, silver coins, small accessories and the like as tips.
Most importantly, the other party never touched her like the rude guests in the city who flirted with the barmaids.
Based on this alone, Enri felt that the players were not bad people.
One older sister even gave her a very exquisite-looking sword as a gift, and reminded the girl to learn to protect herself.
Just as the girl was smiling and preparing to walk out of the house with a bunch of gifts, the sound of horse hooves coming closer and closer broke the harmonious picture.
The players who were enjoying the food didn't hesitate for even a second. They immediately grabbed their weapons and filed out of the house. Each of them had a flushed face and was as excited as if they had won the lottery.
Jack swung his warhammer and rushed towards the middle-aged man at the front of the team, wanting to smash this seemingly most powerful guy into a pulp along with his horse.
But the opponent was obviously not a pushover and drew his sword to fight back without saying a word.
When the two weapons collided, a loud bang echoed in the ears of everyone present.
The strong airflow even caused a not-so-strong gale.
"Very good, you are a good opponent."
Seeing that someone was able to catch his attack, Jack immediately grinned and praised loudly without reservation.
"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 his opponent in a power clash, and it was an overwhelming disadvantage.
Because he held the sword with both hands, while the other party only used one hand.
Just when a big battle was about to break out, An Li Emmett finally came to her senses and ran out of the house, waving her hands and shouting breathlessly: "Don't... don't fight! This is all a misunderstanding! They... they are not the enemy, but the kingdom's army."
moment!
The players who were murderous in the last second became harmless in the next second, and some guys were even sighing continuously.
Finally, after the explanation from the girl and the village, the warrior leader who had come from afar, Gazef, finally understood the situation and visited the corpses still in the woods outside the village, as well as the spoils collected by the players.
He could hardly believe that these guys dressed as adventurers were so fierce and powerful that they could easily kill a fully armed squadron.
But the facts are before us, and we have to believe it even if we don’t want to.
So, the warrior captain bowed deeply to many players in public to express his gratitude from the bottom of his heart.
But before he could express his gratitude, several guys in strange costumes suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the open space outside the village.
They were followed by a large number of soldiers and several strange creatures floating in the air.
"Damn it! I knew this attack wasn't going to be that simple!"
Gazef’s expression suddenly changed.
As the warrior-chief of the kingdom, he recognized these people almost immediately as one of the elite troops of the Theocracy - "Sunlight Canon".
And those creatures floating in the air are summoned angels...
(End of this chapter)