Quadruple split.

Chapter 214 Reverberation Path
Yu Ying chatted with Mo Tan for a while and then left quickly. She needs to seize the time to verify the identities of those "suspected players", try to fool them into accepting tasks and join the Rangers, and then find those who are no different from NPCs. The acting school, after catching him, tricked them into accepting tasks and joining the Rangers, in order to achieve the ultimate goal of making a fortune.

This is not an easy task. After all, there is not much difference between players and NPCs in the world of innocence. Players can tell by themselves, and in the current environment, many players are disguised so vividly that even though some 'real' features are occasionally exposed, it is definitely not easy to find.

On the one hand, the extreme humanization of NPCs has aroused the enthusiasm of everyone in COS locals, and on the other hand, it is also because the behavior is too disobedient and easy to be beaten to death...

Well, while the description 'easy to kill' is a bit of an exaggeration, it's true that walking is tough.

After all, most people don't want to deal with people who have a different style of painting, right?
So even if Miss Yuying, who is clever, quick and emotional, risked her life to complete this task, it would take a lot of time to increase the ranger team to a certain number.

【However, there should still be some time for this. If it is only around Mida City, there should be someone who can send it now...】

Mo Tan looked up at the lifeless sky, and walked out of the city subconsciously, but then stopped, scratched his hair and muttered: "No, Yu Chen should be able to perform healing work by herself now, she It seems that the dark interference was triggered several times at night... The ghostly version of [Light Condensation] did not show any side effects..."

So she doesn't need the stake now.

[Tsk tsk, have I awakened some strange attribute, um, this is not good, very bad...]

"Let's discuss it with Taylor first."

Mo Tan stood on the spot and gave a dry laugh, then walked in the opposite direction to the Paladin's station.

……

Game time PM15:18
Sacred Mountain Sumer, Resonance Trail
This is a trail located on the hillside of the main peak of Sumir, next to two small ancient land lines. Because of the terrain, there is a vague humming sound all day long. Some people say that it is the dream of the spirit of the earth. , Some people say that it is the call of the ancestors, and some people say that it is the guardians of the holy mountain from ancient times to the past and the present whispering in another dimension.

The guards stationed here don't know, and neither do the neurotic believers of the Whispering Sect, but this doesn't prevent them from doing their best to beat each other's dog brains out of this place.

"Stone Fist!" A shriveled orc shaman punched two Whispering Cultists through the air, and then tremblingly knocked the wooden totem pole on his shoulder to the ground: "Vortex!"

Bang!
A huge fist made of countless clods and solid rocks slammed down in the air, knocking the two tree elf cultists with long ears to the ground, followed by several strong winds with dancing arcs They were blown up, and they were thrown high into the air in an instant.

"I leave it to you, Taki, I can't hold on for long!" The orc who pressed his hands firmly on the totem pole to maintain the tornado snorted, and roared angrily: "Kill those who desecrate the holy mountain!" villains!"

The young shaman next to him with several flames around his arms nodded, and quickly chanted: "The spirit of flame listens to my call and turns into... forget it later, the lava burst!"

A raging burning crimson boulder quickly condensed into shape in front of him, then dragged a long trail of flames into the sky, slammed into the flashing vortex, and exploded!

In the next second, two scorched bodies fell powerlessly from midair and hit the ground heavily.

"Nice job."

Another female shaman standing behind the two gave Taki a thumbs up and said with a smile, "Although you still haven't memorized the spell~"

"Don't be idle, Waterthorn." Taki grinned and covered his arm that was still burning, and turned his head profusely in sweat, "My tongue of fire hasn't stopped yet!"

The orc girl named Waterthorn spread her hands with a wry smile, shook her head and said, "Stop, I don't have enough magic power..."

"Really?" A pale cultist unexpectedly appeared from behind her without anyone noticing, and smiled sinisterly.

puff!
"Uh!" Although Waterthorn immediately made an iron bridge with a difficulty factor of 9.3, she was still easily pierced in both ribs, staggered and fell at the opponent's feet, curled up in pain.

Taki exclaimed, and was about to jump over to save someone, but was pinned down by two other cultists wielding long guns. His eyes were red and he let out a scream as if his tail had been stepped on. The extinguished flame on the arm ignited again: "Raging Flame Nova!"

A fiery flame exploded centered on him, completely devouring the two people in front of him in the blink of an eye, but...

"Not hot! Not hot!"

"superficial!"

This move had little effect when the opponent was already on guard. The two nagging cultists were not affected at all, but took the opportunity to brandish a long spear and opened two holes in Taki's body.

And the half-dragon cultist who had been muttering "you can't see me, you can't see me" in the previous ten minutes and successfully completed the back circle hid one foot on the back of the water thorn, and raised his hands high. Dao, laughed loudly and said, "Did you see it? Scumbags, this is the end of rebelling against the God of Whispering!"

"Bastard, let her go!"

Taki roared in despair, while enduring the unstoppable scorching heat on his arm, he roared: "Come and kill me! You have the ability to come and kill me!"

"Yo~ you care about her so much?" The half-dragon cultist holding two knives blinked, and then said with a vicious smile: "Then I will be merciful before I kill you...to kill her one by one." Dismember it!"

The other two cultists holding long guns against the base of the tower also laughed.

After half an hour of fierce fighting, at the cost of two companions, this cultist team who acted without authorization finally gained the upper hand. They were forced to a desperate situation in front of their foul 'magic'...

The only healer was seriously injured and dying, and his fighting power was extremely strong. Taki, who seemed to be particularly compatible with the spirit of fire, had also reached his limit. cast a spell...

[Killing the three shamans and occupying the trail of reverberating sounds, this credit should be enough for me to get another 'divine favor'~]

The Duke of Dark Wing thought happily, and then stopped wasting time, raised his knife...and didn't fall!
A mass of rubble that appeared out of nowhere bound him and his two other companions.

"Hurry up, run with the water thorn." The old orc struggled to support the weather-beaten totem pole in front of him, and weakly rushed to Taki who was not far away and smiled: "I'll stop them~"

The latter was stunned for a moment, then turned back while running towards Shuiji and asked, "Then what should you do, teacher?"

"It's up to you." The old shaman blinked and said gently, "In short, I won't let them catch up with you..."

"Damn old man, what did you do? What are you going to do?!" The Duke of Dark Wing, who was firmly imprisoned in place, cried out. He had a very strong and very ominous premonition.

The old shaman stood up with difficulty, and slowly straightened his old robes: "I plan to sacrifice my life, and then drag you to die together."

"Teacher is amazing!" Taki, who was running back with the water thorn in his arms, flattered subconsciously, and then lost his voice: "Teacher, what are you talking about?!"

The old shaman glanced at him with a wry smile, and gently opened his hands. In an instant, the surrounding elements suddenly became restless, and an invisible sense of oppression instantly swept over everyone present.

"I didn't say anything." He curled his lips and snorted at Taki, who was still there: "Hurry up, I'll catch up with you later."

Taki nodded in a daze, and then continued to run up the mountain, turning around and waving his hands as he ran: "Then teacher, hurry up, we will wait for you to eat!"

"Understood." The old shaman nodded, looking at Taki's receding back, his face was full of relief.

……

"asshole……"

Waterthorn, who was hugged by Taki, struggled in a daze, and opened his eyes with difficulty: "Teacher, he...uh..."

A tear interrupted her words and wet her face.

"Don't say it." Taki lowered his head and showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and ran harder: "I know, so, don't say it."

……

"Okay, they've gone far away." The old shaman sighed reluctantly, then turned to look at the three heretics who couldn't get rid of the pile of rocks not far away, sitting helplessly. Falling to the ground, he said in a deep voice, "I've reached my limit too, let's go on the road together."

All of a sudden, thunder exploded in the sky, and the wind and clouds surged. It was a sign that the elder who had been immersed in the way of shamanism for decades was about to sacrifice his life.

The rocks on Duke Dark Wing and the others disappeared, but...

"It's too late!" The old shaman laughed loudly, then raised his hands vigorously: "Come with me..."

"Wow!!!!"

Bah!
"Ouch!" The old orc was trampled to the ground by a strong man, and the turbulent clouds in the sky suddenly returned to silence.

【Enthusiasm flying kick】

Active skills

Mastery Requirement: War Ritual Level 10

Consumption/limit: 150 stamina

效果：对你视野范围内5到15米的友方单位施展一次飞踢，为目标造成等同其当前生命值1%的伤害、强制打断目标正在释放的技能，并在接下来的10秒内使其的体能值消耗降低为0、伤害增加10%。

[Remarks: Hey, brother!Long time no see where are you!Hey, friend, I... I just say hello you calm down! ! ! 】

"Ahem, I'm sorry, old man, I think you seem to be planning to commit suicide, so you can't help kicking me..."

The handsome orc with long red hair smiled and scratched his head, bowing his head to apologize sincerely: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"No, it's okay, cough cough!" The old shaman shook his head with difficulty, and forgave the other party very generously: "This young war priest, please get off me first."

Huo Yanyang hurriedly jumped back: "...I was wrong!"

"Cultists, those few cultists." The old shaman coughed dryly twice, raised his head with difficulty to look at the three figures that were about to move not far away, and whispered to Huo Yanyang: "Be careful, don't worry about it." Be careful...their strength is very...ahem!"

Huo Yanyang quickly stroked his back: "Don't worry, sir, none of them can escape."

"Oh?"

The Duke of Dark Wing, who is not bad at reading the battle situation, smiled coldly, and took a tentative step towards Huo Yanyang: "It's up to you?"

"No." Huo Yanyang immediately shook his head and said seriously, "It's not me."

The Duke of Dark Wing raised his eyebrows, raised his two knives and bent slightly: "That's..."

A 'tall' 'shadow' suddenly enveloped him.

A faint voice came from behind Duke Darkwing: "It's me."

"Who?!"

One of the cultists reacted quickly, subconsciously swiping the spear in his hand.

"Well, let me introduce myself." Carrying a huge, bladed staff on his back, he looks seven parts like a human and three parts like a human... anyway, the humanoid creature that is not human is gently 'pinching' it Take the long gun, and then grab it: "My name is..."

"Your attack is meaningless to me!" The cultist who was firmly grasped by the arm shouted.

Click!

"Cordoba."

Cordoba threw away the corpse whose neck was twisted [-] degrees in his hand, and said lightly: "Please give me your advice."

"Monster! Monster!" The other gun-wielding cultist was not calm at the time, turned around and ran with a groan, and while running... Well, he didn't scream, he was just running.

"It's very impolite of you to do this." Cordova sighed, and pulled out his Fang Tian painting, which weighed at least a hundred catties... The Punisher's Staff M2K: "Ping A's..."

"You can't hit it! You can't hit me! By God of Whispers, that monster can't hit me!"

"Striking cows in the air~"

slap! ! !

puff...

There was a lot of blood on the ground.

"Hey, hey." Huo Yanyang stared at Cordoba, and said with a dry smile, "You're obviously just throwing the weapon out! What kind of bullfighting is this!?"

Cordova nodded: "Well, so it's still called Geshan Daniu?"

"Are you just throwing mountains and beating cows? Think about the feelings of cows, hey!"

The Duke of Dark Wing, who had been frozen in place and did not dare to move, suddenly stopped trembling, pointed at the two with a flushed face, and said, "You are also players!"

Cordova glared at him, then pointed to the old shaman not far away covertly: "Shh, don't speak so loudly."

"I know, I know!" Duke Dark Wing nodded quickly, rubbing his hands together and said in a low voice, "It's really flooding the dragon..."

"That's right." Cordova waved his hand and interrupted him, leaned over and said with a smile: "Come on, let me show you a big baby."

"Look what..."

Paji!Boom! !Pooh!

Another pool of blood...

Chapter Two Hundred and Eleven: The End

(End of this chapter)