"Vishala, you are only a second-tier warlock, this kind of duel is not suitable for you." Seeing the red-clothed woman appearing, Sarayang glanced at the clamoring bear goblin wanderer under the tower, with a slightly dignified expression. advised.

The second-order spellcaster is still at a low level, and facing a third-order rogue who is good at sneak attack, he thinks that the other party cannot easily cope with it.

Rather than that, it would be a pity to retain the strength to face the upcoming battle and waste the spells mastered here.

"Who told you that I'm a second-order warlock." Vissara, the woman in red, snorted coldly, her pretty face with a little frost didn't seem to want to pay attention to the lord.

I saw her reaching out and brushing the hair in front of her forehead, turning around and looking at the bear goblin wanderer below the tower.

"So you have given up on the perfect advanced task." Sarayan looked startled, immediately understood the true meaning of the red-clothed woman's words, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Twilight Town doesn't have many high-end combat power, and these people have been stuck at the second-order peak for more perfect advanced tasks, and they have never chosen to upgrade.

One of the most typical representatives is the warlock Vessara. Because she does not have any part-time jobs, her warlock level is the fastest in Twilight Town.

Because of this, when she raised her level to tenth level, in order to achieve the perfect advanced task, she has been focusing on meeting various harsh conditions, resulting in a stagnant level.

As a war lord, Salayan naturally knows how difficult the advanced tasks are. Specialty and experience points are not very difficult for high-level people like them.

As long as they have enough time and patience, it is not difficult to train a few specialties, and most people can master these abilities through hard training like the natives.

But background feats are the first obstacle that blocks everyone from reaching the hero level, because it is an additional ability that must be obtained by participating in a major event, special challenge, or some kind of accumulation.

Even since the establishment of Twilight Town, there have been many counterattacks and defenses against gnolls and lizardmen, and few people have been able to successfully acquire background expertise.

The only time he won was the war to drive out the gnolls half a year ago.

The second obstacle is even more difficult, because it is a cultivation of the state of mind.

Some people may have an epiphany like a savage, and some people can only make breakthroughs like a half-life cultivator like Master Withered Wood.

In short, it is almost impossible for a person who wants to cultivate their state of mind to perfection and achieve a perfect advanced stage in a short period of time. This kind of cultivation is based on years, and it is even possible to be stuck for a lifetime.

Moreover, from the conversation between Sarayan and the Druid Thorns Walker in the Emerald Garden, he learned that even among the aborigines in this world, those who can achieve a perfect state of mind are very rare.

Of course, if they can really cultivate it to Consummation, then these people will undoubtedly have the most stable path to the Legend of Destiny in the future.

This is the real reason why most people in Twilight Town take this news so seriously.

The Legend of Destiny is the ultimate path that every professional aspires to.

Even he himself has had many thoughts of leading to a legend, but unfortunately, he is very aware of his own abilities and responsibilities, and he is also very aware of the consequences of being persistent in perfect advancement.

Now he can only retreat and ignore the task of mood automatically.

Even so, he still lacks the completion of a background specialty.

Therefore, Salayan is very fortunate that the warlock in front of him can clearly see the road ahead. After all, he does not want most people to go to a dead end, and eventually lose their lives due to lack of strength.

"Some people are born to compete for the first place, and some people are born to be rotten. Some people take the road to the strong for fun, and some people take it easy. It can only be said that everyone is happy. Everyone has their own way of living."

Vissara's expression slowed down, and then let out a low, inaudible sigh, and then suddenly turned her eyes to Thorne, and she immediately smiled playfully and jokingly said:

"Yo! Isn't this sister Andrina's little lover. It's been a long time since my sister. I'll come to play with you later."

After the slightly teasing words were finished, Vissara jumped gently before Thorne could answer, and Miaoman's delicate body fell steadily to the ground under the blessing of the "floating technique".

Watching the opponent walk down the tower to challenge the bear goblin wanderer, Thorne raised a bit of interest, because it can be said that this is the first time he has seen the battle of third-order warlocks in their player group.

He still had a little impression of the sorceress in front of him, after all, the two had a real fight.

The only thing that puzzled him was, what was the relationship between the other party and Anderina?

From the words of the previous conversation between the two, Thorne could tell that she and Andrina looked familiar.

But he could faintly sense that Andrina didn't seem to like having too much contact with her.

"Tsk tsk tsk...Look who's below, I didn't expect it, it's actually the old lady of Vissara..." At this time, the barbaric man with his upper body naked came over, and before he could finish speaking, he was stunned by Sarajan. At a glance, he immediately kept his mouth shut.

Hearing the sound, Thorne subconsciously turned to look at the savage with a naturally mocking face.

It was immediately found that this guy's abdomen, which was stabbed by the goblin, had slowly stopped bleeding, and no trace of any treatment was found.

"Could it be that he has mastered a specialty similar to regeneration?" Thorne guessed secretly in his heart, and then cast his eyes down again.

At this time, with the arrival of the sorceress Vessara, the roaring bear goblin wanderer was as excited as he saw his prey. He let out a low growl and immediately waved the adamantine claws installed in both hands, at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. Pounced towards the weaker body of the warlock.

This is the gap between the high-end combat power of wild humanoids and civilized settlements.

If the sorceress Vessara is facing a rogue from a civilized settlement who has been trained for many years to reach the level of a third-order hero, then the first thing she must meet is how to prevent the rogue from being strange and unpredictable. sneak attack.

Because it is fighting against rogues who are proficient in concealment and sneak attack, it is possible to be attacked successfully by the opponent with a little carelessness, so that they lose their lives in an instant.

Thorne knows this.

When he and Andrina and a few others explored the ruins of the Dragonborn Holy City, Andrina was almost assassinated by a rat-man rogue who was proficient in shadow raids, and he was only able to get the job done after exchanging injuries for injuries. successfully kill the opponent.

But faced with low-intelligence bear goblin wanderers, there is not too much worry.

First of all, their rogue strength has almost never undergone systematic professional training, and is completely improved by racial talent.

Compared with their player group, most of them belong to the lowest level of completion in the advanced tasks, which indirectly leads to the fact that they have very few professional abilities, which is the main reason why Thorne can open the unparalleled in the Hobgoblin camp.

If he broke into a civilized settlement dominated by intelligent races, and the Tier 3 professionals he faced were mainly intelligent races, humans, elves, and the like.

It is impossible for him to come and go freely so arrogantly, and it is very likely that he will be killed by the other party accidentally.

Just like in the Royal City of Rezim in the Underdark, let him face three or four Tier 3 drow warriors at the same time, using the desert wind faction's strike skill "Flame Star", which naturally restrains their moves and the protection of the Ring of Protection. Under the premise of the force field, he can still deal with it, but the number of people he encounters is too large, and he can only escape.

Secondly, a race with low intelligence, such as goblins, hardly consider any cunning tactics when fighting, because in their eyes, the judgment of the strength of the enemy is mostly based on the size and number of the enemy.

When they encounter large humanoid creatures such as ogres and hill giants, they will also judge the strength gap between the two sides, and instinctively make the choice of retreating and attacking.

In the face of the smaller size of humans, they will only rush up more excitedly.

After all, he is a third-order wanderer, and the enemy is just a human, so in the eyes of the bear goblin wanderer, this is a duel that must be won.

Facing the raid of goblin rogues, the sorceress Vissara remained very calm.

As the goblin bear approached quickly, she unhurriedly took out a handful of pulverized squid beaks and a dry deep-sea squid sucker.

As the warlock chanted an obscure incantation in a low voice, a wind of incantation suddenly blew up around Vershara's body, blowing her long black hair slung over her shoulders.

- "Five Ring Spells: Blackwater Tentacles!"

The moment the goblin bear wanderer raided within ten meters of Vissala, a tentacle the thickness of a baby's arm, as if created by the black water drawn from the deepest trench, blocked the goblin bear wanderer's footsteps.

And under the control of the caster's slender fingers, it flexibly wrapped around the calf of the bear goblin wanderer, and then slid up his fluffy body like a poisonous snake until it restrained his neck, and then tightened sharply. .

"Uuuuuuu..."

Lying on the ground, the bear goblin wanderer slammed his legs on the ground and waved his sharp adamantine claws to try to cut off the tentacles. Unfortunately, the adamantine claws did not have the slashing attribute, which made all his struggles in vain.

In just a moment, the bear goblin wanderer, whose face was turned purple by the tentacles, twisted his neck with a slight 'click' sound, and he couldn't die any longer.

"Beautiful!" The barbarian who was watching the battle on the city tower exclaimed loudly, and under the frowning eyes of Sarayan, he turned on the map cannon again towards the position of the commander of the Hobgoblin army:

"Mixed-haired goblins, are you all capable of this? No, you are too rubbish! As expected of the **** people of the low-powered gods..."

"Vishala is not very good, but she has a soft spot for tentacles in the conjuration system, and she played the course of tentacles clearly. What malicious tentacles, extended tentacles, shadow tentacles, black tentacles? Tentacles and other spells, she played all of them very slippery."

Seeing the captain of the Hobgoblin army trembling with anger, the barbarian Hao walked up to Thorne again, and started chatting casually.

"It seems that you know this very well." Thorne looked at the mean-mouthed savage and replied with a half-smile.

As a spellcaster, no matter what the situation or who you are facing, you will almost always keep a few hole cards. This is the most prominent among the native residents, and it is also the same among their player groups.

And the other party can understand the magic of the warlock so much, and he has no scruples to tell him to an outsider. Coupled with his own sarcasm physique, he seems to understand the main reason why this barbarian understands so well.

"Of course, as the only person in Twilight Town who has tasted all tentacles, no one other than Vissala knows what it's like to be bound by tentacles better than him." The bandaged Horat walked over to Thorne and said with a smile.

"Ge Hao, don't you know what it means to speak out of your mouth? Didn't the Frost Tentacles leave a deep impression on you last time?" Then, Horat kindly reminded the barbarian.

"I... I'm not afraid of her. Now that my strength has reached the third rank, those little tentacles are useless to me." The barbarian glared at Horat, pouted his lips disdainfully, and said indifferently.

"Really? I heard that Vissara recently purchased a lot of salamander scales in Winter City. I guess she has developed some flame tentacles." Horat shook his head slightly, ignoring the stubborn barbarian, and walked to Thorne. Beside him, he said in a relaxed tone:

"Do you know how serious this guy's taunting physique is? I went with him to the wizarding meeting in Winter City last month to buy materials, and then his thief glanced at the passing witches, and what did he say? Without saying anything, he turned him into a cute little frog and was almost trampled to death by me, and he didn't recover until three days later."

"I don't mean anything, I just wonder how the witch who doesn't wear any clothes uses water to cover her body as clothes. Besides, I didn't see anything at the time." retorted dissatisfied.

"Anyway, I advise you to stay far away when you see Vissara in the future. Whenever your two eyes meet, I will immediately see the miserable appearance of you wrapped around a tentacle into a zongzi."

"..." The barbarian who was told of the pain collapsed, unable to refute the other party's words.

With Holart's joking words to the barbarians, the originally tense atmosphere of confrontation on the tower became cheerful.

The guards' solemn faces also showed a few traces of relaxation, and their gazes towards the Hobgoblin camp became more determined.

Thorne showed little interest in their chat, but kept his eyes on the sunny sky and the hobgoblin camp.

Hobgoblin camp.

The hobgoblin army commander, whose body was trembling slightly by the savage arrogance, took a deep breath, tried his best to maintain a clear mind, and began to seriously think about how to deal with the situation in front of him.

As the most devout believer of the Almighty, the Hobgoblin who advocates military exploits and wars, facing the wanton provocation of the enemy, the Hobgoblin Heruk must not back down.

The legion commander pondered for a while, then turned his eyes to the bullywugs camp, and said, "Patriarch Bryce Splashn, this human spellcaster is up to you."

Although bullywugs and lizardmen are ostensibly their allies, to the hobgoblins, they are nothing more than cannon fodder higher than those captured slaves.

Therefore, the captain of the Hobgoblin Army believes that in this situation, the best choice is to let these cannon fodder allies consume the high-end power of Twilight Town.

After all, according to the information, there are not many powerful professionals in Twilight Town, as long as they use up their power and see what they use to provoke them.

Moreover, the time is still long, which means that this besieged town can be slowly played by him.

"No problem! quack~"

A grey-green-skinned bully frog jumped off a huge giant frog mount, held two adamantine daggers bestowed by hobgoblins, and ran in the direction of the human spellcaster.

As the bully frog jumped and galloped, the tentacles of black water that had not disappeared, under the control of the warlock, moved again, like a whip, with bursts of air breaking sounds towards the bully frog.

However, to Vissala's surprise, the bully frog was very agile. He jumped up directly, using the extended tentacles as a path to approach her, and his agile figure ran wildly along the swinging tentacles.

Immediately afterwards, the bully frog jumped up just as he was about to approach Versala, and he instantly appeared above the warlock with his amazing bouncing power.

- "Fourth Circle Spell: Shadow Tentacles!"

Just as the bully frog jumped into the air, waving two sharp adamantine daggers about to stab Veshara, five tentacles formed by condensed shadow energy broke out of the ground and swayed wildly around the bully frog.

The bully frog's limbs, who had no time to escape, were tightly bound in mid-air, and his expression changed greatly, he immediately opened his big mouth full of fangs, and spit out a tongue that flashed with a faint green light, towards the caster who controlled the tentacles. attack.

However, what he didn't expect was that the other party seemed to have already noticed his trump card in advance, and the last tentacle that had been waiting for a long time quickly dispatched, entangled with the bully frog's long tongue and tied into a dead knot.

The frequency of the bullywugs, whose body was penetrated by the cold shadow energy, gradually slowed down, and finally, at the moment when the sorceress Vessara squeezed her fingers together, the tentacles that stopped swinging pulled in five directions respectively.

The poor bully frog was pulled by the tentacles of the shadow, and it was as miserable as being divided by five horses. Unfortunately, his tongue was torn off at the first time, so that he could not make the last shrill frog croak, and he died.

"…"

With the death of the bully-frog leader, the barbarian's wild taunt sounded again in the ears of the blue-faced hobgoblin army commander.

The unmoved legion commander first ordered his subordinates to suppress the bully frog soldiers who rioted due to the death of the leader, and then looked at the tentacles that had not disappeared on the battlefield, as if remembering something, and immediately turned his attention to A slippery kuo-toa.

(Uh... the end of the month, big guys, cheeky asking for a monthly pass)