Chapter 165: Prison Level 1 Protected Animals

Mainly anti-customer!

Since he couldn't avoid these four life-changing bone dragons, Yaxiu didn't hide anymore, and even wanted to use them in turn.

And what Ash said was right. Although this invasion of foreign lands was indeed the best opportunity to escape in recent times, he was not very nervous. After all, the virtual realm had given him a guarantee.

It's like the professor guarantees that you will pass before the exam. Although you won't hand in a blank paper, you can still skip a few questions you don't know with confidence, because even if the exam score is not good, the professor will divide the test Pull it to the point where you can pass.

But for Igura and others, Ash's status has simply jumped from a 'disposable taunting follower' to a 'prison protected animal at the first level'. After all, as long as you follow Ash, you can successfully escape the blood moon and protect him. It's too late, how could he be thrown out and used as a consumable?

However……

"You don't think that what was mentioned in the destiny question and answer will definitely happen, right?" Lang Na said calmly: "The only absolute thing in the destiny faction is that there is no absolute destiny."

Ronald spread his hands: "And you can't prove that you have really met Destiny Q&A. Even if you are willing to bet your character, Ash, the cult leader doesn't seem to have much character at all, right?"

Harvey nodded: "Even if the Question of Destiny is true and you really escaped from the Blood Moon, this does not necessarily prove that you need to live. Even if you become dead, I can take you out of the Blood Moon."

Igula struck a fatal blow: "Rather than taking you away alive, wouldn't it be more efficient to kill you and divide you into four boxes and put them as amulets?"

Gan, what they said makes sense!

Ash, who had failed to pretend, was dejected. Out of sight, the four of them quickly exchanged glances and reached a consensus in silence.

"Um?"

The tent was suddenly opened, and a tall orc sniper walked in.

He has no face covering, one of his eyes is a mechanical eye, and his shoulders, hands, knees, and waist are all equipped with gun and sniper armor. This is a magician's gun that completely abandons live ammunition and must be activated by magic spirits to shoot.

Gunslinger faction·Eight snipers!

Igura and others could see the development direction of this orc at a glance. This is an assault weapon that the orcs and ogres combine their strong physique with gun skills. They are equipped with multiple heavy snipers of magicians and rely on magic spirits to aim and shoot. The recoil force is forcibly offset by the magic spirit being dispersed throughout the body. It is incredibly powerful in frontal combat and can be called a strike shooter and a sharp blade on the battlefield. For magicians with three wings or less, there is almost no defensive miracle that can block the eight snipers' locked bursts.

The orc sniper was also surprised that this tent was actually full. He quickly judged the strength of the first comers: the duo on the bench on the right should not be messed with;

The one on the middle bench exudes a gray aura of death from his "Deadshot Tactical Eye Type 7", so it's best not to mess with it;

Although there are two people sitting on the bench on the left, the tall one is confident and full of confidence, while the other one is inconspicuous and depressed, as if he is constipated.

The orc sniper instantly judged who in this tent was the easiest to bully, and directly reached out to grab Ash: "You——"

Ah, which teahouse should I go to? I really want to poop. Shrimp paste-flavored lala-la-fa is really good. When will I become prosperous——

The orc sniper suddenly came back to his senses. He realized that he had been stunned for two seconds by the impact of complicated thoughts, so that he forgot his situation and purpose!

This is a psychic faction attack!

He wanted to move, but his feet were numb as if they didn't belong to him, and the smell of decay and death spread along his feet to his waist.

The strange miracles of the Necronomicon faction!

The orc subconsciously wanted to launch an indiscriminate attack with full firepower, but two steel balls suddenly shot from the right side, hitting his eyes and knees. Not only did he temporarily lose his sight, but he also had to kneel down!

Gunsling or archery?

The orc struggled to open his eyes, and what came into view was a whip leg that looked like a blade!

Snapped!

Everything was as fast as lightning. When Ash raised his head, he only saw a black shadow flying out of the tent upside down, and he couldn't even let out a scream.

He tilted his head, looking confused: "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Igura patted him on the shoulder friendlyly: "By the way, I suddenly felt that my conscience found that although you are indeed useless, after all, we have a friendship, so don't worry, Ash, I won't You are used as bait. Follow me and I will lead you to victory!"

Ash glanced at Igula, his eyes lit up little by little, and the corners of his mouth gradually curved into a playful arc.

"I understand, does that mean I'm important?"

Igura's expression did not change at all: "Ash, you are so ordinary and confident..."

"If I'm really useless, you will flatter me, praise me, and then kick me out to death when my self-confidence reaches its peak. On the other hand, if I'm really useful, you will suppress my self-confidence as much as possible. , so that I can be willing to be used by you." Ashi pointed at Harvey: "Don't forget, I watched the whole process of recruiting Harvey, but Harvey didn't fall for it."

Harvey raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

"Oh, Ash, you are very arrogant. Do you like to dance or stand on your head to urinate? Are you looking for death!?"

Ash directly opened Igura's hood and rubbed Igura's dog's head angrily, and said with a smile: "Come on, make a wish, I will try my best to fulfill your wish, whoever doesn't wish is a puppy, come on!"

"Hahaha, I guessed it right. Igula, you really believed my words. Compared to the unknown future with huge dangers, you would rather choose this certain future of staying with me and protecting me when I leave!"

"Have you forgotten that you are useless as long as you pass through the passage? I can order you to wait in place for 48 hours after passing through the passage and then return to the Blood Moon."

Ash's movements froze, and he sat down like a good boy: "I'm sorry, I was too arrogant."

Igura angrily adjusted his hair and put on his hood. Seeing that the cult leader next to him actually had the leisure to ask Lang to borrow his nail clippers, he was so angry that he wanted to make a wish for Ash to pull out his intestines and hang himself.

And am I mistaken? How could even a stupid man with the same level of social skills as a kindergarten class in a nursing home be able to easily read his mind now? Is it that Igula is not sexy enough, or is it that you, Ash, are too naive?

Calculating carefully, this is the first time he has failed at the hands of Ash?

The fourth time, the fifth time?

Igurra felt that Ash was his natural enemy, and secretly made a decision in his heart that went against the principles of a fraudster: This son must not be kept, and he would kill this cult leader as soon as he left Blood Moon!

When I leave Blood Moon, it will be the day when you, Ash, will be buried!

During this period, several more people came and wanted to enter the fifth tent, but they were all driven away. Soon, the voice of Goblin sounded outside: "The team formation time is over, random teams can come out."

Ash and the other five walked out of the tent and looked up to see three people standing on the high platform.

"Very good, the random team is full." Goblin nodded with satisfaction: "The next step is to enter the blessing phase. Standing on my left is Ke'er, the deacon sent by the church. The team of priests led by her will add more for everyone. Blood Moon Blessing.”

Deacon Ker, who was wearing a white robe with gold trim, was tall but very cute. The baby fat on his round face and cheeks made people want to pinch it. She nodded to the adventurers a little sheepishly, the tail of the big bad wolf swaying behind her.

"And the hunter standing on my right, everyone must know him, is Gerald Westminster, the law enforcement brigade of the Crime Hunt——"

Ash and the other five fell back into the tent in unison.