My Magical Card Tavern

Chapter 55 Evolutionary Speculation

There are actually experts here.

Having understood the bard's hint and their current predicament, all the adventurers couldn't help but raise their glasses, take a sip, and sigh.

This is really putting a lot of pressure on them. It feels like the situation in the Dark Forest is beyond the control of adventurers who are generally only two-star level.

Rather, they should be thanking the tavern owner in their group for not being scattered and picked off one by one by the swarm of insects, becoming their meal and excrement.

Otherwise, even though the Adventurers' Guild has already spent its own money to prepare ample supplies for the adventurers, they wouldn't be able to hold out for long against that number of insects.

After a moment of contemplation, Gianna said.

"Now there's a problem: we don't know how those insects upgrade and evolve, or whether there's a law within them similar to the advancement of professionals."

"If we go out again and inadvertently trigger the rules, it could be quite dangerous, to be honest."

The evolution and upgrading of the Zerg swarm is something that no one present understands, otherwise they would have said it outright.

In fact, Gianna was also thinking about ways to evolve, but his thinking was limited to his own cards.

By now, he can practically pull out a handful of low-star cards directly from the card box, with the highest quality being the blue rare card.

Is it possible that these cards themselves can evolve?

The first hypothesis, for example, is that the quality of the apprentice card, like Morin's, will change when the opponent becomes a one-star or two-star mage.

The second hypothesis is somewhat similar to a synthetic evolution, where three ordinary Morin can be combined to create a two-star Morin.

But that's a bit of a joke.

The essence of the cards lies in the special power of the Hearthstone and the Fate Generator, while "Merlin" in Ginnell's hands is a completely independent person, not some fictional character.

Even if Gianna encounters twin or triplets among the adventurers in the future, their performance on the cards will at most involve some deep synergy, and they are unlikely to follow the route of synthesis and evolution.

After all, if the objects are individual entities, trying to force a synthesis and evolution process gives Ginnell the feeling that he might manually create an Abomination-type Undead card.

If we can figure out how elite monsters, or even bosses, spawn in the Zerg swarm, we might be able to learn from it.

An adventurer raised his hand.

"Is there any potential in the hypothesis of devouring evolution? I noticed a detail while killing insects."

"The first batch of insects we encountered all died, but the ground wasn't dirty; it still had that gloomy, damp feeling of a dark, dense forest."

"Those severed limbs and splattered bodily fluids and tissues can't be said to mean that the Dark Forest is alive and devouring those insects. I think it's more likely that they were swallowed by other insects."

Gianna's brow furrowed.

It's still uncertain whether the creatures in the Dark Forest are still alive, but the hypothesis of evolution through devouring makes sense.

Why? Just for the novelty, so they eat and kill on the spot during battle to evolve instantly?

It couldn't possibly be to find out the adventurers' weaknesses and then evolve to exploit those weaknesses; that would be far too much of a fuss.

This group of adventurers is not worthy.

One of the assassins raised an eyelid and added an explanation.

"This conjecture makes sense. When I'm roaming around the outer area and finishing off enemies, I might accidentally get some insect legs and bodily fluids stuck to my body."

"Unless I use a deep level of shadow stealth, it's difficult to block the insects' senses with ordinary shadow steps. In such situations, it's hard for me to completely conceal my presence."

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The defensive specialists in the tavern were dumbfounded.

"What a joke! If your guess is correct, doesn't that mean we can't kill the insects when we want to break through the swarm, we can only block them?"

"Do you take us for earthly beings, the guardians of the gods of defense? That's impossible!"

The group chatted noisily and concluded that the insects should be able to be killed, as long as it was done in a reasonable way, there shouldn't be any major problems.

As for the deeper details behind it, no one bothers to think about them anymore.

That's a matter of concern to the Adventurers' Guild and the high-ranking officials of Silver Star City; it has nothing to do with these adventurers who answered the call to come to this world.

The problem now is getting out.

They are adventurers, the most unconventional and even the most reckless group on the continent of Pangaea.

They could wait quietly inside the tavern, waiting for the reinforcements outside to wipe out the swarm of insects before gently knocking on the tavern's wooden door to signal that they could come out.

Theoretically speaking, this is the most correct choice.

But they couldn't hold it in.

If you hesitate and are timid when facing difficulties, and then encounter problems in your career advancement later, having wasted a lot of time meaninglessly, should you just accept your fate and go back to an ordinary daily life?

They had already realized this when they became adventurers, and they also realized that the swarm attack was an opportunity for them.

Even though several adventurers hesitated and were not too keen on venturing into the danger, they dared not speak up at this moment.

Adults can laugh off being a loner, but it depends on the situation.

It's only natural to admit you're chickening out in this situation, wanting only to wait for reinforcements and collect your bounty.

However, once they rush out, if the mission they accept is somewhat dangerous, adventurers will subconsciously consider their teammates' feelings and choose not to contact them to do the mission together.

To consider his teammates' feelings, and also to protect his own safety.

For adventurers, there is never a mission without danger; it's just that the danger manifests in different ways.

It might be okay if one or two tasks are ignored, but over time they can fester into a major problem.

Ginnell tapped the bar counter and, seeing that no new venue cards had been generated, realized that although the scene inside the tavern was lively, it could not really be called a party.

It's understandable that it can't generate a new card like a Mage's Gathering.

"Let's go, let's get out."

One of the soldiers burst out laughing.

"Boss, are you going out too?"

There was a reason they went out to fight, but it was a bit strange that the tavern owner did it.

This is his territory.

Ginnell smiled, took out the morning acorn, and rubbed it in his hand.

"You've accepted the mission, and you'll be paid."

"I have one too."

Moreover, the deposit is already in hand. As long as we can achieve enough victories during this monster rampage, the heavy weapon forged by the blacksmith of the Holy Light Church will be secured.

Ginnell stood up and walked towards the door, followed automatically by several assassins and archers who had already drawn their bows and arrows.