Chapter 275 274. Searching for the codename "Pangolin"

"Alas, Mew Miao, who is always very reliable, made a rare mistake, causing us to miss a big treasure chest. I think this dungeon is probably just the end of the level BOSS Kenbot Bone Grapple, but it is very cunning to use.

Various methods are used to subtract, and as long as there is a slight mistake, the reward will slip away.

This mode is so stupid!

It seems that if you want to get the full reward, the requirements for teamwork are indeed very high."

Just when the teams of Happy Stick and Brother Mew were getting angry over each other's responsibilities, the pace of the Silver Moon Pride team was somewhat leisurely. Lanhua was still in the mood to discuss the dungeon with Lumina beside her.

Fa, a shield-bearer with a thin waist and long legs, held a kite shield and looked around warily, she said:

"No wonder it's labeled 'limited time copy'. I guess the development team may be trying it out once, and may need to modify it later."

The girls led a group of administrative players through the dangerous Jackal camp, and under the protection of elite guards, headed towards the meeting point agreed between the Blood Rat Gang and the mysterious guy codenamed "Pangolin". They also suffered

They were attacked by crazy jackals and barbarians, but it was not difficult for them to deal with it.

The pressure is all on the other two teams, and the girl group is also the T1 team in the game currently, so they can handle it with ease.

But unlike the calm girls, the administrative players who were accompanying them were very excited.

They rarely have such an exciting experience of fighting monsters, let alone participate in such large-scale team activities. Although what they are good at is different from most players, they also have a heart to become a DPS.

for example

"Old Chen, don't rush so fast!"

The Chosen Gray Fighter and the Brick Man will now hold on to their mentor's arm to prevent Old Chen from rushing forward to fight with the Jackal. This is obviously to protect their old man.

But the problem is, even the old man has a fighting heart!

Although he is very old in the real world, his physical strength in the game is no worse than that of his younger brother.

"Let go! Let go, both of you! My swordsmanship is still just a little bit better."

Professor Chen, an old man at the construction site, scolded his two apprentices with an unhappy look on his face:

"I also served as a militia member and was trained when I was young. I am much more powerful than you two now. Besides, you can't really die in the game. What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that the development team will call me again. The sudden disconnection you caused almost scared people to death last time."

The gray man complained.

But seeing the eagerness on his old Chen's face, he sighed, winked at the brick mover, let go of the old professor, and took out from his arms the stone statue that he had found after opening the treasure chest after playing the group book last time.

The accessory of the ghost heart is to pour out the prepared stones from a special psychic bag and let it quickly merge into a black, cool-looking fighting gargoyle.

"You! Protect my mentor! When his life is in danger, fly him away from here."

The gray man pushed up his decorative glasses, gave orders to his gargoyle, and then put the gargoyle-fighting control stick into Old Chentou's hand. It seemed that he didn't intend to come back.

Speaking of which, it is natural for students to pay filial piety to their teachers. With Old Chen's "fighting fanaticism", he will probably encounter a lot of troubles in the future. With this thing to protect himself and the bricklayer, he can rest assured.

This advanced alchemical creation has certain intelligence. It can understand the command of the Asher, so it flaps its solid stone wings and moves its sharp stone claws to protect Professor Chen.

The old professor curiously reached out and touched the stone life, then turned back and said to the grayer with a strange expression:

"The strength of your summoned body depends on what kind of stone you use for it, right? Why use ordinary granite? Can't you find diamond in Transia? If not, corundum or topaz will do.

How dare you claim to be a designer?

How did you pass geology as an undergraduate?"

"Enemy attack!"

Xiao Ashina, who was flapping his wings in front of him to explore the way in the air, suddenly shouted, and the crowd immediately became alert.

The gray man picked up the large-caliber precision dwarf shotgun given to him by his beautiful assistant and fired one shot at the jackal rushing towards him.

Amidst the reverberation of low gunfire, he retreated to reload under the cover of two shield-wielding guards while complaining to his old man:

"Damn it, Professor, what time has it been? Don't point out my mistakes now, okay? The stone used in this thing needs to be psychically adaptable. I can't explain it in a sentence or two.

You step back!

Don’t get hurt.”

"Yes, yes, sir, hurry up and come over to our side. Don't cause trouble for them. By the way, your thinking is at full 8, right? Why don't you become a psionicist?"

The guy next to me was doing pretty well, so I stretched out my hand to pull the old man back.

He, the Trickster, waved his cool Reaper of Souls and threw several curses and damage-increasing range spells on the surrounding monsters. The Trickster's fighting style was rarely head-on. They

Better at using evil psychic powers to weaken and toy with enemies.

Lao Huo had obviously mastered the essence of this profession. After throwing out spells to increase his proficiency, he stopped fighting and retreated behind everyone, leaving the jackals to his other brothers to deal with.

Faced with the doubt that his life was good, Lao Chentou winked and said:

"I always feel that psychic energy is not very scientific. Compared with this kind of metaphysical power, I think it is safer to hold a gun. I am not as easy to accept new things as young people like you. I am old and don't want to bother myself anymore.

A worldview that has been shaped over decades.”

"Then isn't it a pity that you have such a full-scale thinking?"

It's a bit regretful that life is going well.

Compared with this professor, his thinking level is only 7, and he always feels inferior.

"Thinking is just an attribute. It represents not only the manipulation of psychic energy, but also the ability to learn. This thing is quite complicated to study in detail. I also asked Mrs. Tracey specifically. She told me clearly that it does not mean you have good thinking.

He must be suitable to be a psionicist.

But if your thinking is lower than 5, you will definitely not be able to become one.”

Iai, the dump truck next to him, came over with a large-caliber dwarf trench gun and replied. Then he looked at the Reaper of Souls in his hand, and he explained:

"This attribute just means that you can perceive psychic energy, but perception and manipulation are two different things. Can you understand it?"

"Yes, I just think it's a pity. After all, there are no such clearly existing gods and ghosts in our real world. Now that we have played games, why not try something that doesn't exist in reality?

Hey, brothers, beat that jackal to death and leave it to me, I'm going to try to extract the Wraith Talisman."

It's a good job to smile.

There was a bright light shining in his narrowed eyes, a light of eagerness to try.

"Buzz"

After the administrative players howled and cleared away the group of gnolls that rushed towards them, Frostfang Claw, who was exploring the way first, jumped out from the shadows next to him wearing his iconic night clothes. He shook the bone dagger in his hand and

blood, he made a few gestures to his companions and said:

"It's in front! I found it, follow me."

Sister Pomegranate at the front said hello, and the other administrative players immediately followed.

They all have the team task of "looking for pangolins", and everyone is also very interested in the true identity of this mysterious vampire's senior agent in Lushan.

Until they saw Hogg waiting anxiously in the border area affected by the spiritual energy of the astral world, their curiosity was immediately met with some weird satisfaction.

"Why is this jackal so thin?"

The forklift man was shocked and said:

"Don't they give it food? Why is it so hungry?"

"I guess he was born with a disability?"

The all-insurance semi-college next to him scratched his chin and looked at the incompatible size and posture between Hogna and the other jackals. He said:

"The way this guy wears a hood reminds me of those guys who always shout 'yesyes'. No wonder he can get on the line with vampires. This kind of cunningness is not something other jackals can possess."

"It's called 'Hogg'! This is an easter egg, right? This is definitely an official easter egg, right?"

The living being in the crowd exclaimed in surprise, then smiled strangely and pushed the honorary knight Taipal who was wearing full armor next to him, and said:

"Hey, you're a fellow countryman."

"The Jackal Lord Hogg in my memory is by no means such a weak person. It is just an arrangement of fate that the same evil spirit with the same name was born in the two worlds.

This may indeed represent some kind of higher-dimensional will."

Taipal, a Cos knight wearing a full-face helmet, looked Hogg up and down.

He refused with a straight face to admit that the skinny jackal in front of him, who was no taller than his shoulders, was the powerful "King of the Glades" in his memory.

But no matter what, it is worth a little joy to meet a familiar name in a "different world".

"Hey, Hogg, you're okay."

Little Ashina, who had a good relationship with Hogg because of their size in Scarlet Castle, flapped her wings and landed next to the Jackal, patted Hogg's shoulder carelessly, and circled around it a few times.

she says:

"Why are you here alone? Where are your people?"

"We can't let them know Lord Murphy's plan yet. They can't understand that what I'm doing is a kind of salvation."

Hogg put on a hood to cover his body. After seeing Lord Murphy's warriors arriving as promised, he also let out a sigh of relief and said to the members of the girl group who came over in the weird accent of a jackal.

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To be continued...