Chapter 486 The Shadow of the Shelter (Two Updates!)

Chapter 486 The Shadow of the Shelter (Two Updates!)

"They're dead? It's crazy that the Lord of Nature protects your people! It's daytime!"

The Arakkoa looked at the two players in front of him in horror as they gradually dissipated into the air. They might be a temporary alliance, or old acquaintances who met by luck, so they could rely on each other to rest.

But now, all of them have been killed for some unknown and weird reason.

Looking at the distorted faces of their dead money, it seems that the reason for this is either some kind of malevolent curse or some kind of evil force.

However, everyone did not receive the relevant killing prompts. You must know that killing other players in the shelter during the day will be marked by the will of the plane, and any concealment ability will lose its effect.

This is undoubtedly a very weird thing, after all, this rule has a very important meaning for the shelter.

If it is broken, it means Sanctuary will lose its unique status in Purgatory Moonlight.

So now everyone in the shelter seemed a little panicked, while their ranger companion who was in charge of vigilance was completely in a state of bewilderment.

what happened? What should I do? This one seems to be getting cold?

Endless doubts made Ranger fall into a downtime state, while the surrounding players were filled with a strange atmosphere.

Perhaps, this time the shelter can kill people?

A dangerous possibility appeared in everyone's minds, and the atmosphere in the entire shelter suddenly became delicate.

At this moment, a warrior holding an epee near a ranger suddenly had red eyes, and then he decapitated him with a sword when the ranger didn't respond at all!

"Warning: There are villains who violate the rules in the shelter, other players are free to attack this player."

At this time, all the players in the shelter had this red warning.

Then the next second, the warrior's body began to emit a dazzling scarlet light.

By this time, the soldier had regained his sobriety.

"no……"

He tried to defend himself in panic, but the next moment a ghost with a huge scythe appeared out of nowhere and pierced his chest!

The wraith with the huge scythe scanned the crowd with its green eyes, then pointed at one of the players with a pale finger with sharp nails.

Immediately his body became nothingness, and then disappeared in the shelter—he was expelled from the shelter, and could not enter the shelter again during this campaign.

"The rules... cannot be violated!"

After leaving behind a gloomy whisper, the ghost holding the huge scythe disappeared out of thin air again.

Everyone was relatively silent, but the atmosphere eased a lot.

Old Pike and the Arakkoa glanced at each other, then retreated to the corner in unison, and continued to whisper.

"It's not good..."

Old Parker straightened his thinning hairline, and then said solemnly.

"Under the guidance of my brother, we will rely on each other and work together."

The Arakkoa and Old Pike decided to form an alliance after a short discussion in the shelter, because the situation this time was a bit weird from the beginning, fighting alone is not the style of the old fritters.

Because the arakkoa's lifespan was limited, they respected the elders of humans, and they believed that humans who could live twice their lifespan should be wise and full of adventure experience.

Because of the area where the arakkoa were active, they rarely interacted with elves, so they were still in the stage of doubting the existence of elves.

It is hard for them to imagine what it would be like to have a race that lasted for thousands of years, which is almost comparable to the entire history of some of their tribes.

They think that the existence of elves is a fantasy of human beings, but in fact there is no such race.

But for the crowman who entered the comprehensive network, it's hard to say...

They are variables among races, and cannot be summarized with the general image of the arakkoa.

However, the thinking of the tribe is still implemented in their will, so the arakkoa's respect for old Pike is not without origin.

"There are many types of shelters, each with different disaster events."

"For example, some shelters are made up of some kind of huge architectural evil body. To accept its shelter, you need to offer enough sacrifices, which means that it will devour a player every once in a while."

Old Pike subconsciously grasped the long sword in his hand, and the cold touch of the scabbard made him feel a little more at ease.

"Can you resist?"

The Raven Man asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"The giant building evil spirit creature of the 18th-level leader template...you think you are not strong enough to scratch people with your claws."

Old Pike leaned against the cold wall of the shelter, then paused and continued:

"Our current sanctuary should be under the jurisdiction of a certain or a certain type of evil spirit. I don't like dealing with these guys... It's a headache."

Old Pike said a little unhappy.

It was because he suffered from these things in a certain battle that he bought the current sacred long sword.

Because the consumption of potions and magic scrolls is still too expensive, and if this long sword is maintained properly, it can continue to be passed on.

When he is old, he has to leave something for future generations.

Perhaps one of his descendants will rise up one day, and he may put the long sword in the collection cabinet, and he will tell the visitors that it is a relic of one of his ancestors...

In a sense, this is also a way to keep the meaning of life alive.

At least, he will not be forever forgotten, as if this man named Old Pike never existed in this world.

And this is also the last awakening of an adventurer who is approaching the twilight of his life.

"The evil spirit..."

The Arakkoa frowned, and its claws were unnaturally tight.

The damage type of Storm Claw is a very pure physical type, and it has not yet mastered the ability to attach elements through other methods.

However, as an experienced adventurer, it naturally bought a magic scroll with a magic weapon.

But this does not mean that it wants to use it, after all, the price of that thing is indeed a bit painful...

But investing these in eliminating evil spirits may not necessarily pay off.

As we all know, evil monsters such as evil spirits and ghosts belong to the poorest class of monsters.

Only special professions such as necromancers can squeeze enough oil from these guys.

And at this moment, clear footsteps came from the shadowy stairs of the shelter full of distorted power, as if a certain creature was approaching.

Some players subconsciously looked at the comprehensive network panel, and it was almost an hour since the acid rain appeared.

Just when they were muttering about what kind of guy could survive in the acid rain for so long, following the clearer footsteps, a shining bald head appeared in front of everyone...