"Ah...when did those werewolves become so powerful?"

A male elf player with four long swords hanging around his waist stood on the city wall, watching the players being confused by the bombs of the zombies, and couldn't help but sigh, while a male mage wearing a red robe with a shallow scar on the corner of his eyes and a stern face...

"It's not that the werewolf have become powerful, but that the things in their hands are powerful..."

After the mage said lightly, he continued to look at the cheering figures of the jackals in the distance with their emotions with their unsexual eyes, while the elves shrugged slightly, then tilted their heads and said:

"Then aren't you going to see it? The thing in the hand of the werewolf seems to be some kind of magic item..."

“No need to worry…”

The mage said, then narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something...

……………………

"Damn it! These pugs actually dare to fight back! Let's go together!"

Just when the zombies thought they could continue to suppress the players, the players were finally fired. After all, if they were facing creatures that were stronger than themselves, they would naturally be speechless. But now the players are facing a zombie who is "as famous as the goblins". This is equivalent to a strong man being slapped hard by a weak man, and the players' anger can be imagined... At this time, the zombies also suddenly discovered a problem - they had used up all the bombs, so in the terrified eyes of the zombies, countless arrows, fireballs, ice arrows... suddenly flew out of the fire and finally fell among them...

Ao...

Suddenly, dozens of werewolves fell to the ground wailing, and then more melee players began to rush into the werewolves quickly. The werewolves were panicked and their weapons also lost their power. Some werewolves turned their heads and ran back, but the angry players obviously would not let them leave easily...

"Go to die! You dare to blow me up!"

"Chop them!"

The speed of the werewolves is obviously impossible to compare with the players here. After all, most of the players who come to this place are above the second level, so the players rushed into the werewolves like tigers entering a flock of sheep, and used the sword in their hands to vent their anger. As a result, many werewolves were chopped to the ground by dozens of sharp blades before they had time to escape. And that was not counting. Many players deliberately avoided the vital points of the werewolves, as if they wanted to let the werewolves suffer more pain. So the wailings, screams, and the players' laughter quickly resounded throughout Berlesega...

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

After blocking an axe, the leader of the werewolves roared and directed his remaining tribes to retreat into the dense forest behind him. At this time, only less than a hundred were still alive. The rest of the werewolves fell under the attack of the players...

boom!

On the chaotic battlefield, a werewolf holding a bomb in his hand was running back desperately, but just as it was about to enter the dense forest, a flame suddenly spurted out from the front of it, directly bombing it back, and the bomb in his hand also fell to the ground...

"This is... the latest crystal-shaped magic turbulent triggered individual bomb in the Federation! How could it appear in the hands of the zombies!?"

The mage in red robe slowly picked up the explosive bomb on the ground. After a while of careful reading, a look of shock suddenly flashed in his eyes, which had no feelings. After hearing the mage's words, the elf immediately pulled out his long sword from a werewolf, then slowly walked to the mage, and said in confusion:

"That... something explosive bomb is the kind you told me last time... the grenade in the game? Didn't you say that this weapon is one of the secret weapons of the Silver Federation? How could it run into the hands of the werewolves?"

"I don't know either... It seems that the guy behind these werewolves is not simple, and may even have some connection with the Federation..."

After the mage looked at the dark forest coldly, he put the bomb into his package, and then turned around and walked towards the city. After scratching his head, the elf quickly followed... However, their departure did not mean that other players were willing to let go of the zombies who were running away. Many people who came late saw the zombies corpses on the ground, and those players who were picking up spoils, felt unwillingness in their hearts...

"Those pugs ran so fast! No! You can't just let them go!"

"That's right! Let's catch up with them together! Stage their tribe!"

"The leader of the werewolf is not dead yet! It is a little boss! You can't let it go!"

After a while of noisy, everyone chased into the dense forest, but not long after they had just stepped into the dense forest, an accident happened...

Swish!

Suddenly, vines with barbed vines suddenly emerged from the ground, and some players with poor strength and unpreparedness were instantly strangled by countless vines. Then, under the shocked eyes of everyone, more than 20 huge tree spirits slowly walked out of the deep forest with heavy steps...

"Dream! What happened!"

"What are you doing! How could the tree spirit appear with the gnolls!"

"Help!"

The tree spirit is not comparable to the creatures like the zombies. As a third-level intermediate creature, although the tree spirit is slow, it has vitality that is no less than the fourth-level low-level creatures. Moreover, the tree spirits in the dense forest and grass also have a certain speed bonus. The danger caused by these more than 20 tree spirits is much greater than that of the hundreds of zombies. Soon... After the players suffered huge casualties, they finally withdrew from the dense forest, but the tree spirits were still chasing the players...

"Hmm? What's wrong with these tree spirits? Why help the gnolls? Are they not our allies?"

On the city wall, a tall, graceful and beautiful female elf player was frowning and looking at the players chasing the tree spirits. She was wearing an emerald green armor, but the armor was not full-body armor, but consisted of breastplate, arm armor, leg armor, and a headdress. Therefore, the large uncovered fair skin of the female elf flashed with ceramic-like light under the light of the fire, and countless flowers, trees, and vines were carved on the armor... At the same time, some strange golden words were carved, some similar to the words on the [Mantra Book] that Yue Yulou once used...

"Mr. Horadguna, I always feel that everything that happened tonight is full of weirdness, and it seems that there is a conspiracy going on..."

After hearing the female elf's words, a male elf player with a longbow hesitated for a moment and revealed his thoughts. The others around him seemed to think his words make sense and nodded in agreement...

"Conspiracy... Are there few conspiracies we have seen these days? Just..."

As the female elf said, she suddenly stopped her words, then shook her head slightly, and the other elfs then sighed softly...

"But no matter what... although those tree spirits have the upper hand for a while, facing so many players... the ending will not be much better than the zombies, so let's wait and see for the time being..."

As if it was confirming the female elves' words, after experiencing the initial panic, the players finally woke up and began to surround the tree spirits who had walked out of the dense forest with the advantage of the number of people. At the same time, more players who heard the news rushed out of the city. The tree spirits began to be separated one by one and began to withstand the fierce attacks of the players...

boom……

Finally, the first tree spirit that was besieged by hundreds of players could not hold on and fell to the ground. At the same time, there were still a blazing fire on its body. At this time, a considerable number of players had already entered the third level, so the originally very difficult tree spirits had already threatened the players with a lot of small joys, and more and more tree spirits began to fall under the attacks of players...

"retreat……"

After sweeping away more than ten players, the tree spirit elder, who had long been afraid, began to order his tribe members to retreat to the dense forest, so the tree spirits began to escape to the dense forest. Unfortunately, due to their speed... there were only five tree spirits that could escape into the dense forest, and the rest of the tree spirits became the player's experience...

"Ha...ha...go away!"

At this time, deep in the dense forest, the werewolf leader was running towards his tribe with his remaining tribe. At this time, it had long regretted that it had taken over the other party's task, but just as it ran for a while, several black figures suddenly appeared in front of them...

"Go back! Or you'll die..."
Chapter completed!