Charles did not doubt Morrison's words.

Many powerful monsters will be similar to negative attribute and negative level attacks, but this kind of debilitating attack is generally divided into temporary and permanent.

Temporarily, the player can go back to the temple and find an NPC priest to get a [Restoration] (Four Rings) or [Advanced Restoration] (Seven Rings) to recover, but if it is permanent, the recovery cost will be heavy, and it can only be solved through [Prayer] (Seven Rings).

As more and more Silver Sacred Sword players fled back into the aisle, Charles watched as Morrison sorted out the team and counted the number of people, and now there were exactly 20 people left in the 'Silver Sacred Sword' team.

"In front of the cemetery, there were four garbage that didn't listen to the dissuasion and I kicked it."

Morrison suppressed his anger and said in a muffled voice, "It's okay to kick it, lest the Elves of Evlasca transfer their hatred to our Silver Sacred Sword team." ”

Ten people were reduced, four of whom were kicked and six died and returned to the city.

Charles glanced at the fist envoy lightly.

Those who can carry out large-scale missions with the group must be core elites, but if they make serious mistakes, Morrison is very decisive, and Charles will do the same.

It's a matter of principle and discipline.

"Do you see any sign of the Elves of Efrasca?" Charles asked in a quiet voice.

"......No," Morrison shook his head, "My team also didn't long arrive, and they split into three teams to go out to scout, and one team provoked this group of corrupt treants. ”

The Divine Fist Envoy is also quite depressed, they still have 20 people now, if they provoke a single lord BOSS, they will not run away like now. But he provoked a group of people and couldn't resist it.

"What now?" Morrison sighed and paced a few laps, and finally could only whisper to Charles for the opinion of the leader of the Nordahill.

He believes in the experience of this veteran driver of the game. There should be a way to break the game.

"I don't know."

But Charles's casual response made Morrison's eyes instantly flash a cold light. The Divine Fist made it obvious in his heart that he did not believe the pastor's words. He sneered secretly, not cooperating, right, the 'Silver Holy Sword' was trapped, and the 'Nordasil' couldn't pass through the area in front and continue to track the Elves of Evrasca.

Charles seemed to sense Morrison's gaze and glanced at him. He beckoned the friends around him and said, "Let's go out!" ”

These words were too sudden, and not only Todak and Balasa looked at him in surprise.

The 'Silver Sacred Sword' team also fell silent in an instant. Morrison's pupils shrank: "Should he ......"

The Divine Fist Envoy turned to himself and shook his head again. He had experienced the power of those tree people and monsters for himself. Morrison didn't believe that the dozen or so people of 'Nordahill' had done anything.

"Come with me—" Charles beckoned his friends again, and walked out of the aisle first.

"Hearing is false. To see is to believe. ”

"The monster is not powerful, let's see first."

As he led the members out of the passage, a strong magical aura quickly invaded every pore on his body. Charles frowned and twisted his body, and said in a low voice, "This magical aura is too strange. ”

"Yes."

Ya, Anya and Hya in the team. The feeling may be stronger. The human sorceress Anya bit her slightly pale lower lip and said, "I can feel the power of the magic web. But unlike the outside world, the web here seemed to be polluted, and something that made the caster sick and uncomfortable mixed in. ”

"Leave this alone......"

The slightly flustered voice of the archer Oster reached everyone's ears.

In the darkness, the huge black shadows moved towards them, the ground rumbling and shaking, and as the distance approached, Charles could barely see the appearance of the Treant monster.

Gray trunk, bare. There was not a single leaf or branch, but an evil, old face appeared on the trunk.

One of the tallest of the treemen leader. Caught Charles' eye.

[Demon Treant Lord]

Level: 30

Health: 1000/1000

Attributes: Strength 33, Constitution 30, Agility 12, Perception-, Intelligence 15, Charisma-

Traits: 50% Immunity from Physics and Spells, No Mind, Immunity to Heavy Hits, Immunity to Toxins, Sleep, Paralysis, Transformation, Shock, etc.

Special Attacks: 'Energy Drain', 'Vine Whip Entangle', 'War Trample'

……”

Level 30 lord monster, no wonder the 'Silver Holy Sword' fled in the wilderness. Charles continued to scan the elite guards and common mobs around the Demon Treant Lord, keeping every monster information in mind.

Fight or retreat?

The friends all set their eyes on Charles, waiting for his orders.

"Anya, you throw a 'fireball technique' to the boss and see how much damage you can do." Charles whispered, "The others will hold the formation first and don't move. ”

Anya didn't hesitate when she heard this, waved her staff, and the spell matched the gesture, and immediately entered the spell casting state.

Rumble.

In just a second or two, the sorceress's staff flickered with a spell aura, and as Anya pointed out, a low-pitched fireball shot out of her fingertips and exploded on the sluggish 'Demon Treant Lord', illuminating the entire underground space with flames.

“-23”

The boss has a fireball damage stat above his head, followed by a series of "-1" scorching damage.

HP drops 2%.

Charles looked closely at the boss's health bar without the slightest looseness, and sighed, "The damage is too low. ”

If the boss does not have a 50% damage reduction, and the damage of the three-ring 'Fireball Technique' is around 50 points, that is 5% HP.

And Nodashir only has three spellcasters, and bombarding with spells can't quickly destroy the boss, and besides, other elite demonized treants and ordinary demonized treants are not vegetarians.

Charles deliberately didn't bring more spell scrolls this time, just to experience the team, and he couldn't throw spell scrolls when he encountered difficulties, so that the legendary mage of the local tyrant couldn't bear it.

"It's only a kite!"

The group of tree monsters was already ten meters away, and Charles hurriedly issued a battle order: "The warcaster protects the spellcaster for kite displacement, the priest pays attention to everyone's HP, and the others see the opportunity to act, but they can't break away from the formation!" ”

As he spoke, he instructed Ya, Anya, and Haunted to retreat to the mound behind.

The elven demon archer Osster held his blue longbow and shot [Enchanted Arrows] at the Demon Treant Lord who was walking in front as he retreated, and several strings of "-11" damage values doubled Oster's fighting spirit.

"My 'Demon Archer' level is only lv1."

"Lv4 will allow you to obtain the [Spell Arrow] ability, and the damage can be increased by one step!" Oster said secretly.

The damage of the Magic Archer is very conspicuous.

Charles couldn't help but cast a look of surprise and admiration at the Elven Ranger.

2 enchanted arrows are worth 1 fireball. Although the [Enchanted Arrow] requires a lot of stamina, Oster should have enough potions on him.

"[Defend others] (Second Ring)!" Without thinking about it, Charles threw a second-ring protective magic spell at Ouster, who had become the main outputman.

Oster found himself in a 50% damage sharing connection with the priest, and he turned around and gave a thumbs up, "Now I can output at full strength!" (To be continued.) )