Quadruple split

Yu Ying chatted with Mo Tan for a while and then left quickly. She needed to seize the time to confirm the identities of those 'suspected players', try her best to trick them into accepting the mission and joining the Rangers, and then go find those who were no different from NPCs. The acting sect would catch them out and trick them into accepting missions and joining the Rangers, in order to achieve the ultimate goal of making a fortune.

This is not an easy task. After all, the difference between players and NPCs in the World of Innocence is not big, and the system will not be very considerate in telling you who is the Innocence native and who is a fellow earthling. Everything is required It's up to the players to tell the difference by themselves, and in the current environment, many players are disguised very well. Although they occasionally reveal some 'real person' characteristics, they are definitely not easy to find.

On the one hand, it is the extremely human nature of NPCs that drives the enthusiasm of COS locals. On the other hand, it is also because the behavior is too inconsistent and can easily be beaten to death...

Well, although the description of 'easily beaten to death' seems a bit exaggerated, the difficulty is real.

After all, most people don’t want to deal with people who have different painting styles, right?

Therefore, even if Miss Yu Ying, who is smart, clever and has no need for emotion, risks her life to complete this task, it will still take a lot of time to increase the number of the Rangers to a certain number.

[However, there should still be time for this. If it is just around Mida City, there should be people who can be sent now...]

Mo Tan raised his head and glanced at the lifeless sky, and subconsciously walked out of the city, but then he stopped, scratched his hair and muttered: "No, Yu Chen should be able to perform treatment on his own now. She yesterday It seems that there were several dark disturbances triggered at night... That devilish version of [Light Condensation Technique] didn't show any side effects either..."

So she doesn't need the stakes now.

[Tsk tsk, have I awakened some strange attributes? Well, this is not good, very bad...]

"Let's go discuss it with Taylor first."

Mo Tan stood there and laughed twice, then walked in the opposite direction to the Paladin's station.

…

Game time PM15:18

Holy Mountain Sumir, Yuyin Trail

This is a trail halfway up the main peak of Sumir, close to two smaller ancient earth veins. Due to the terrain, there is a vague buzzing sound echoing here all day long. Some people say that it is the dream talk of the spirit of the earth. , some people say that it is the call of the ancestors, and some people say that it is the guardians of the holy mountain through the ages talking quietly in another dimension. In short, it is a place of great significance, but they don't know where the significance is.

The guards stationed here don't know, nor do the neurotic followers of the Whispering Sect, but that doesn't stop them from trying their best to knock each other's brains out here.

"Stone fist!" A wizened orc shaman punched two Whispering Cultists from afar, then tremblingly shook the wooden totem pole on his shoulder to the ground: "Vortex!"

Bang!

A giant fist made of countless clods of earth and solid stone struck down in the air, knocking the two tree elf cultists with long ears to the ground, followed by several strong winds with arcs of lightning. The ground blew up and they were thrown high into the air in an instant.

"Leave it to you, Taki, I can't hold on for long!" The orc, who pressed his hands firmly on the totem pole to maintain the tornado, groaned and roared with splitting eyes: "Kill those who desecrate the holy mountain. The villain!"

The young shaman next to him with several streaks of flames around his arms nodded and sang quickly: "The spirit of fire listens to my call and turns into... I forgot about it later, the lava explodes!"

A raging and burning red boulder quickly condensed and formed in front of him, and then it flew into the air with a long tail flame, smashed into the whirlpool of flashing lightning, and exploded with a bang!

The next second, two charred bodies fell weakly from mid-air and hit the ground heavily.

"Well done."

Another female shaman standing behind the two of them gave Taki a thumbs up and said with a smile: "Although you still haven't memorized the spell~"

"Don't be idle, Waterthorn." Taki grinned and covered his arm that was still burning, and looked back with sweating profusely: "My tongue of fire hasn't stopped yet!"

The orc girl named Waterthorn smiled bitterly, spread her hands, shook her head and said: "Stop, I don't have enough magic power anymore..."

"Really?" A pale-faced cultist appeared from behind her unnoticed and smiled sinisterly.

puff!

"Ugh!" Even though Waterthorn immediately made an iron bridge with a difficulty level of 9.3, she was still easily pierced through both ribs, staggered and fell at the opponent's feet, curling up in pain.

Taki exclaimed, and just as he was about to rush over to save others, he was pinned down by two other cultists wielding spears. With his eyes red, he let out a scream as if his tail had been stepped on. The flame that had been extinguished on his arm ignited again: "Raging Flame Nova!"

A blazing flame exploded on the spot with him as the center, completely swallowing up the two people in front of him in the blink of an eye, but...

"Not hot! Not hot!"

"superficial!"

This move had little effect even though the opponent was already on guard. The two nagging cultists were not affected at all. Instead, they took the opportunity to brandish their spears and make two holes in the base of the tower.

And the half-dragon cultist who had been muttering "You can't see me, you can't see me" in the past ten minutes and successfully completed the back loop hid on the back of the waterthorn and raised his arms high. Dao, laughed and said: "Did you see it? Scumbags, this is the consequences of resisting the Whispering God!"

"Asshole, let her go!"

Taki roared desperately, while enduring the uncontrollable burning heat on his arms, he roared: "Come and kill me! Come and kill me if you have the ability!"

"Oh~ do you care about her so much?" The half-dragon cultist holding two swords blinked, and then smiled viciously: "Then I will show mercy to you...before I kill you... I will bite her off first. Let’s dismember it anywhere!”

The other two cultists who were holding spears against the base of the tower also laughed.

After half an hour of fierce fighting and at the cost of two companions, this team of cultists who acted without authorization finally gained the upper hand. Although the three shamans stationed at Yuyin Trail were quite powerful, they still They were forced into a desperate situation in front of their foul 'magic'...

The only healer was seriously injured and was on the verge of death. His fighting power was extremely strong. The base of the tower, which seemed to be particularly compatible with the Fire Spirit, had reached its limit. The old shaman who looked shaky not far away did not appear again after helping to kill two cultists. Cast a spell...

[Killing three shamans and occupying the Yuyin Path should be enough for me to get another ‘divine favor’~]

Duke Darkwing thought happily, and then he stopped wasting time and raised the knife... but it didn't fall!

A large amount of gravel appeared out of nowhere and trapped him and his two other companions.

"Quick, run with the waterthorn." The old orc struggled to hold on to the weathered totem pole in front of him, and smiled weakly at the tower base not far away: "I'll stop them~"

The latter was stunned for a moment, then turned back and asked while running towards Water Thorn, "What should you do, teacher?"

"Let's see." The old shaman blinked and said gently: "Anyway, I won't let them catch up with you..."

"Old man, what have you done? What are you going to do?!" Duke Darkwing, who was firmly imprisoned in place, cried out. He had an extremely strong and ominous premonition.

The old shaman stood up with difficulty and slowly adjusted his old robe: "I plan to sacrifice my life and then drag you to die together."

"Teacher is awesome!" Taki, who was running back with Waterthorn in his arms, subconsciously flattered him, and then said in a voiceless voice: "Teacher, what did you say?!"

The old shaman glanced at him with a wry smile, and gently opened his hands. In an instant, the surrounding elements suddenly began to become restless, and an invisible sense of oppression swept over everyone present.

"I didn't say anything." He curled his lips and snorted to Taki who was staying in place: "If you don't leave quickly, I will catch up with you later."

Taki nodded blankly, and then continued to run up the mountain. As he ran, he turned back and waved his hand: "Teacher, hurry up, we are waiting for you to eat!"

"I know." The old shaman nodded, looking at Taki's retreating back, his face full of relief.

…

"asshole……"

Shuizhan, who was held in Taki's arms, struggled in a daze and struggled to open his eyes: "Teacher, he... uh..."

A tear interrupted her words and wet her face.

"Stop talking." Taki lowered his head and showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and ran harder: "I know, so, stop talking."

…

"Okay, they've gone far." The old shaman sighed reluctantly, then turned to look at the three cultists not far away who couldn't get rid of the pile of rocks on their bodies no matter what, sitting helplessly. He fell to the ground and said in a deep voice: "I have reached my limit, let's hit the road together."

In an instant, thunder exploded in the sky and storm surged. It was a sign that the elder, who had been immersed in shamanism for decades, was about to sacrifice his life.

The rocks on Duke Darkwing and others disappeared, but...

"It's too late!" The old shaman laughed, then raised his hands vigorously: "Stay with me..."

"Wow!!!!"

Boom!

"Ouch!" The old orc was violently trampled to the ground by a strong man, and the surging clouds in the sky suddenly became silent again.

[Kick passionately]

Active skills

Mastery requirements: War Priest level 10

Consumption/limit: 150 stamina

Effect: Perform a flying kick on a friendly unit within 5 to 15 meters of your sight, causing damage equal to 1% of its current health to the target, forcing the target to interrupt the skill it is releasing, and within the next 10 seconds. Its physical energy consumption is reduced to 0, and its damage is increased by 10%.

[Note: Hey, bro! We haven't seen you for a long time! Hey, friend, I... I just wanted to say hello to you, please calm down! ! ! 】

"Ahem, I'm sorry, old man. I thought you were planning to commit suicide, so I couldn't help but kicked you over..."

The handsome orc with long red hair smiled and scratched his head, and bowed his head to apologize sincerely: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"No, it's okay, cough!" The old shaman shook his head with difficulty, and forgave the other party very generously: "This young war priest, please get off of me first."

Huo Yanyang jumped back quickly: "...I was wrong!"

"Cultists, those cultists." The old shaman coughed twice, raised his head with difficulty to look at the three figures who were about to move not far away, and whispered to Huo Yanyang: "Be careful, be careful. Be careful...their strength is very...ahem!"

Huo Yanyang quickly stroked his back: "Don't worry, uncle, none of them can escape."

"oh?"

Duke Darkwing, who had a good ability to read battle situations, smiled coldly and took a tentative step towards Huo Yanyang: "Just you?"

"No." Huo Yanyang immediately shook his head and said seriously: "It's not me."

Duke Darkwing raised his eyebrows, raised his swords and bent slightly: "That's..."

A 'tall' 'shadow' suddenly enveloped him.

A faint voice came from behind Duke Darkwing: "It's me."

"who?!"

One of the cultists reacted quickly and subconsciously swung the spear in his hand.

"Well, let me introduce myself." The humanoid creature, which was carrying a huge, bladed staff that looked seven-thirds like a human and three-thirds... but not human anyway, gently pinched the staff. He grabbed the spear and said, "My name is..."

"Your attack is meaningless to me!" the cultist who was firmly grasping his arm shouted loudly.

Click!

"Cordoba."

Cordoba threw away the corpse in his hand with its neck twisted 720 degrees, and said lightly: "Please give me some advice."

"Monster! Monster!" The other gun-wielding cultist was not calm at that time. He turned around and ran away with a roar. As he ran... well, he didn't scream, he was just running.

"It's very rude of you." Cordoba sighed, and took out his Fang Tianhua with his backhand, which must have weighed hundreds of kilograms at least... The Punisher's Staff M2K: "It's equal to A..."

"You can't hit me! You can't hit me! Lord of the Whispering God, that monster can't hit me!"

"Hitting a cow from afar~"

Bang! ! !

Pfft...

There was a lot of blood on the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey." Huo Yanyang glared at Cordoba and laughed dryly: "You obviously just threw the weapon out! What kind of cattle shooting from a distance is this!?"

Cordoba nodded: "Well, so it's still called hunting cattle across the mountain?"

"Are you trying to kill a cow by throwing a mountain at it? Think about the cow's feelings for a moment!"

Duke Darkwing, who had been frozen in place without daring to move, suddenly stopped shaking, pointed at the two of them with a red face and said: "You are players too!"

Cordoba glared at him, then pointed at the old shaman not far away covertly: "Shh, don't speak so loudly."

"I know, I know!" Duke Darkwing nodded quickly, rubbed his hands and whispered: "The flood has really washed away the dragon..."

"That's right." Cordoba waved his hand to interrupt him, leaned over and said with a smile: "Come, let me show you a big treasure."

"What are you looking at..."

Bang! Bang! ! Poof!

Another pool of blood...

Chapter 211: End