Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 457: Weaknesses of the Forest Array

Hill looked at the thieves frantically fleeing in the light screen with leaf-shaped blades flying in the sky.

This is a wood-based ultimate move that will not appear until the second stage of the labyrinth.

Hill will never do things right from the start, even if there will be terrifying ground thorns in the first stage, but if it is a person who enters by mistake, as long as he finds something wrong, he runs to the door desperately, in fact, there is still half of it chance to avoid.

Totally wait until the puppet in the woods can tell if he's a stray or a conspirator.

But in a situation like today, the puppet won't appear at all, and the security point at the exit will naturally not be opened.

The labyrinth naturally transitioned to the second stage, which was completely blocked.

These magical leaves that are fired at the same time are like completely blocking the machine gun fire from up, down, left, and right, and they are automatically released every 5 minutes.

In addition to the ground stabbing technique, which has become faster again.

The first few thieves who entered have been wiped out.

In the end, only the thick-skinned blue dragon hobgoblin and the extraordinarily agile gnome rogue were left.

Hill and Lynn were all focused on the thief, who wasn't a professional that a business could hire.

"I don't know who it is?" Lynn muttered, "Don't be that Dark Sun again. Cuelva is so weak, he can't support that person's calculations."

"This dwarf is more likely to be another, right?" Hill couldn't help asking.

While not mortally wounded, the thief's black jacket is tattered, revealing brightly colored underwear underneath.

Although Cyric, Prince of Lies, has many thieves, his preferences are relatively normal. Silver black and purple black are the vision that an evil **** should have.

Only the **** of thieves, Mask, loves this bright color.

While both of them love to play tricks, it's clear that Lynn is only worried about the Prince of Lies, nicknamed Dark Sun.

After all, there are many conspiracies in Mask, but most of them start with himself.

It appears that all of Faerûn are familiar with his traits.

"That person!" Lynn said indifferently, "then his target can't be a small town like ours with little money, and Silvermoon City is their true love.

Would like to come in so aggressively, maybe I want to come in and see if I can steal some good things from you. "

Hill felt the same way, so he didn't hesitate to increase the strength of the labyrinth.

After all, it was the middle of the moon, and the night was like dawn when the snow reflected the moonlight. He had already felt that someone was about to enter outside the labyrinth.

Hill reached out and transformed the snowflakes into endless ice.

In the future station, at this stage, the elemental elves should be shot.

Hill casually watched as the dwarf thief was attacked from three sides, and he was also inadvertently pierced through his chest by the ground. The small body struggled on the top of the ground for a few minutes, and then stopped moving.

"Hill, is that guy dead?" Lynn observed it carefully for a while, but still couldn't judge.

"No." Hill said with a sneer, "playing dead!"

"This is the favored one! Do you want to continue to shoot?" Lynn frowned, "If he doesn't want to trouble you anymore, it's best to let him go."

Hill nodded: "I see, it's an obvious shadow force, and I'm not interested in getting involved in this kind of **** fight.

This guy looks like he's pretending to be dead.

With this level of suspended animation, unless I set him on fire, he won't wake up for at least seven days.

It's funny~

Obviously, I'm not here for their mission, is he doing his own work? "

"Mask's people, it's their daily life to do private work, right? The task of the gods is the way." Lynn said without hesitation.

Lynn and Hill looked at each other, and they both understood what Hill was talking about. The **** of thieves, Mask, is a **** who pretends to be dead when he's in trouble, and has always done things in a mess. Steal, and even the original overall design may be directly overturned.

And his subordinate behaves exactly like his own main god.

The blue dragon hobgoblin lasted a little longer, even though he was wounded all over.

"Hill, this should be the second generation, right?" Lynn asked with a frown as he looked at the blood of the goblin falling on the ground.

"Yes, it's not the blood of the dragon anymore." Hill replied knowingly, "It won't be like the first generation, you will be hunted and killed when you come out.

In order to extract dragon blood from the second generation, you basically have to kill a family.

But if you do that, it's no different from directly confronting the blue dragon. It doesn't matter how many you die, but if the entire clan is destroyed, the four blue dragons will definitely take revenge. "

Lynn glanced at it and said regretfully, "Then are you going to kill him?"

"Sure!" Hill replied without hesitation, "Why do you think he suddenly ran to see my maze? It's not always to exercise his sense of direction."

"How does the blue dragon know you're rich?" Lynn muttered, turning his head to the next door, "What's that guy doing? Drive those hobgoblins away?"

"It's very interesting to trap those blue dragon goblins with thorns, but there is a generation who went there." Hill smiled lightly, "Those tree spirits didn't attack at all. Trapped Hobgoblin."

"Tsk." Lynn sighed impatiently, "The one next door, because there is no organization in the temple, sometimes there is no cohesion.

There will always be people who are so attracted to the powerful atmosphere outside that they don't even have a brain.

However, he is definitely not from the Blue Dragon, the Blue Dragon family in the Nether Mountains, without that IQ.

But he can collude with the five-colored dragon, so he must not be a worshiper of the Dragon Cult, right?

I'm going to the temple early tomorrow morning! "

Lynn's expression became very cautious.

The madman of the Dragon Cult does great harm to ordinary people, including low-level professionals.

One accident and the whole of Cuelva will be completely destroyed.

"Maybe you can take a shower first?" Hill glanced at the Hobgoblin, who was about to reach his limit, and asked Lynn, who ate another roast chicken.

Lynn looked at Hill strangely, and then suddenly looked at his clothes.

Seeing Lynn's changing expression, Hill sighed regretfully.

But it's a prank to let a clean-loving elf walk down the street in dirty clothes, and it's bad to let a believer enter the temple of his own **** in a disheveled way.

While Lynn is likely to take care of herself before entering the temple, Hill can't help but say.

Lynn hesitated for a moment.

It stands to reason that he should go home and change his clothes before going directly to the temple.

But it doesn't matter if he didn't find the oil spot, and found that he really didn't want to wear this dirty clothes on the street.

There must be many people secretly paying attention to what's going on in the labyrinth.

"Lend me a place to take a bath." Lynn made a quick decision, and before it was 12 o'clock, he could still use a cleansing technique to come out.

Marsha appeared immediately and took Lynn to the guest room.

Hill laughed and looked at the dead Hobgoblin in the light screen.

This guy is really powerful, Hill pondered to himself. The attack spell of the dense forest and stars he used in combination with the forest formation can almost have an attack power similar to that of a heavy machine gun.

In Trahill, even high-level demons could be shot directly to death.

Although the labyrinth summoned here, Hill slightly suppressed the level, but it is definitely much stronger than that at that time.

But against a blue dragon hobgoblin, it took almost four rounds of strafing, ground thorns and Hill's ice spear to kill him.

Yes, after Hill discovered that the leaf blade attack was not so easy, he directly converted the falling ice into a stronger ice gun, which killed the blue dragon blood hobgoblin.

This is only the second generation.

Hill finally discovered the weakness of this labyrinth circle. It is no problem to deal with low-level ones, but if the individual ability is too strong, Hill will have to shoot or summon elemental spirits by himself.

He couldn't help sighing, no wonder his spellbook didn't become an artifact even with such a powerful spell.

Hill thought he could become a secondary artifact!

He thought about it for a while, and felt that the attack power was still a bit poor. In the next round of spells, single-target attacks should be considered.

Hill looked coldly at the thieves who squeezed in again to die. The second stage of the labyrinth had not gone silent and returned to the first stage. These few of them could directly feel what it means to be pierced by a thousand arrows.

He glanced again at the priest Merikay, who might be the Dragon Cult, where he was still pretending to fight the Blue Dragon Hobgoblin.

Also, it may feel that after a long time, no one will pay attention to him, and it has become more and more fake.

Those dryads gave up even escaping to watch, but scattered far away, seemingly nothing, but Hill did not let down his guard.

Sure enough, those tree spirits are actually scattered in fixed locations, and there are one or more tree people near them.

The cold winter has come, and the tree people have fallen into a deep sleep, completely unaware of what their neighbors are doing.

Hill finally remembered that the original priest or druid had to wake up the treant or the dryad before the wrong priest came to take over in Cuelva.

And that one, obviously prefers the Treants.

Hill frowned and pulled his field of vision a little further, and finally found the focus of the two parties: the Highest Forest.

Although Melika's people also put some of their energy into the High Forest, they are mostly in the direction of defending the desert~IndoMTL.com~ The kind of tree people with stronger attack power are all there.

Here in the High Forest are all the cypresses that don't want to move even if they are awakened, mixed with some pines and oaks.

But the person who was suspected of worshipping the Dragon Cult put most of his energy into the High Forest.

Hill didn't pay attention to the thieves, but turned to Lynn who came downstairs and said, "That location is so close to the High Forest!"

Lin raised his eyebrows, turned his head and glanced at the thief who had no threat on the screen, and said with a smile: "The pastor of Melika had a good relationship with an elder in the forest. They There seems to be some agreement between them.

As for the other person, the Lord will inform you. "

When Hill sent Lynn away, he was still thinking, Singer is too good to talk!

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