"You, go out and have a look, I seem to hear a voice outside. Couldn't it be those adventurers who came to do the mission? May the gods of nature curse them, those money-grubbing, short-sighted ones. ”

Inside the outpost, the elven captain commanded a low-level NPC guard who didn't even have a name. The guards got up, put their gear in order, took their longbows from the walls, pushed the door open, and left. The captain sighed and rubbed his stiff and blue forehead: "Lord Priest, you have released so many tasks, do you want to buy people's hearts?" I don't have any more rewards to give to adventurers? ”

The elven outpost is actually a small wooden hut perched high above a tree, with a soft ladder for people to go up and down. There wasn't much space in the room, just two beds (one on duty while two slept) and a low table. From the window, the entire sea of bones can be seen. It's pretty clean here, the only fly in the ointment is that there aren't many monthly supplies, and the cries of rotting vultures are quite annoying.

"Well......" After waiting for five minutes, the captain still didn't see the guard return, and the captain was a little uneasy. He knew that the tribe was currently in a state of readiness to guard against a nascent necromantic force. He said to another low-level NPC in the outpost, "You stay here, I'll go out and have a look." ”

With that, he pushed the kettle and got up to go out. His longbow was very different from the others, the bowstring used was the Monster Tendon, and the bow body was the finest ironwood, which only the first-class warriors of the clan could pull out. As soon as he pushed the door open, he was stunned for a moment, because there was an adventurer standing under the tree, with an expression of "hurry up and give out the reward, I'm still waiting to level up", and raised the basket in his hand: "I'm here to hand in the task." ”

"Huh? No, who are you? ——”

Shout!

As soon as the captain of the guard heard it, he knew that it was the sound of a bow and arrow, and it was a master's move! Without even thinking about it, he jumped backwards, and as long as he jumped into the door, he could effectively dodge the arrows and then counterattack!

A white flash seemed to anticipate his movements, shooting into his unclosed mouth, and Bai Sensen's shoulder burst from the back of his head, bringing up a stream of dirty blood. The elven captain fell down the tree, and another carp jumped to his feet and ducked into the corner of the sneak attacker behind the tree. He was also extremely decisive, and before the arrow in his mouth could be pulled, he took out a magic flare in his hand and wanted to inform the village.

With a snap, a whip struck his wrist like lightning, knocking the magic flare off the grass. A zombie man with a lazy laugh, mustache and long hair stepped out of the shadows and whistled, the whip nimbly curling in a circle in his hand.

Despite being a necromantic creature, the elven captain felt a chill down his spine. He didn't think about it, he pulled out the dagger on his waist with his backhand, and was about to rush up and fight desperately-

Backstab.

Fall down.

The Assassin silently stepped out of the shadows, pressed his hand to the elven captain's chest, nodded to the adventurer who had not moved, confirmed the death of the enemy personnel, and then retreated into the shadows, disappearing.

This adventurer was naturally Qingyi, he sighed, spread his hands and said, "Waltpole, you say, why did he notice at a glance that I was not his own?" ”

"Because you're a skeleton, and the other adventurers are zombies, even if you're short-sighted, you can find it. That's a good bow! It seems that Plato took this outpost very seriously. Picking up the longbow from the corpse, Waltpole Cullen whistled, always with a frivolous look, not at all serious.

"Go, go, go, let Frankie clean up." Qingyi complained.

As soon as the words fell, a bloody shadow jumped out of the door of the tree house and landed in front of Qingyi, it was Frankie. Frankie was holding a military kettle and a few pieces of equipment, and his mouth was stuffed to the brim, looking a little funny, but his tone was as unpleasant as ever: "Master, that's all." ”

"Well done." Casually picking up a white bone as a reward (he still has many such white bones in his storage bag), Qingyi stuffed the longbow in Waterpole's hand back into the storage bag: "Are you all ready?" ”

After a whistle, many ghost wolves appeared on fallen leaves, their scarlet eyes making no secret of their hunger and fanaticism. Frankie chewed on the bones in a few gulps and whispered orders to his people to hold back their impulses. Rotting vultures fluttered down on the trunks of the trees, their weight barely overpowering the dead trees. With just two rotting vultures and a ghost wolf, this crazy battle plan to climb through the walls of the lair becomes possible - the first time Walterpole Cullen and Frankie have teamed up!

"Let's have a monster siege! Ha ha! Qingyi pointed ahead!