The flock of birds flapping their wings had already flew away, and the last white in the sky was dyed blue and black, and the clouds were darker. I guess snowflakes would fall tonight, right? The earth was roaring, the trees fell, and the sound of the trunks breaking came from not far away. Woodrow swayed in the darkness, carefully avoiding the tall shadows under the night.

He reached out to hold a tilted uncle. Under his feet was the root of a big tree that was pressed out of the ground. Even wearing gloves, he could feel the coldness of the trunks. The cold around him made him tremble, but the reason for his trembling was far more than the cold. The blood mixed with saliva after he opened his mouth and dripped vertically to the ground, there were also scratches on his forehead, and a slurred sensation on the back of his neck, which was the blood flowing from the wound on the back of his forehead, and the blood flowing from his forehead scabs on his right forehead and cheeks.

He could hardly move around. The hp bar on the upper left of his vision was almost bottoming out, and it was flashing. He was hit by two arrows on his back. Fortunately, he was on the best leather armor in the guild. He didn't understand why the president had to spend money in these strange places at first, but now he seemed to be the president. He lowered his head and looked at the black bottle in his hand. There were cracks on it. It seemed like a slightly flashing flame was burning in the black bottle. The "Miracle Feather" was also nicknamed "portable city-slaughtering weapon" by the players on the forum. The only time he used it was in the "death battle" three years ago, Gauss led his lion group to raid the territory of the Principality and threw a "Miracle Feather" into the "Stone Pit", an oil-producing town in the Principality. In an instant, the entire town was engulfed by the flames, and until late at night, he could see the sky above Shikeng Town illuminated by the flames.

The legend says that there are only three "Miracle Feathers" in the hands of players. One was used up by Gauss of the Lion Group, and there were two left unknown whereabouts. However, they have been offered high-priced rewards on the black market, and at the lowest point they were 500,000 gold coins per. Although the price is terrifying, no one has ever sold it from beginning to end. It can be said that there is a price but no market.

At this moment, this rare treasure with no market was in Woodlow's hands. "That's right," Woodlow tightened the black bottle in his hand, then stepped over the bush that was stomped by the monster and continued to stagger forward, "Gris... I'm not afraid that I will escape with this thing..."

The high-proficiency stealth skill made Woodrow shuttle between the walking monsters for almost five minutes and was not discovered. The first five minutes were the same, and the next five minutes were the same. Woodrow told himself that the gap between the monsters was very far away. It seemed that these monsters didn't like to squeeze into a bunch, and there were at least ten feet apart. As long as Woodrow held his breath and hid in the shadows, these big men could not detect him at all. It was much easier than he thought when he first received the task.

But it was only limited to the current mission. Woodrow continued to move forward in the shadows gloomyly. He didn't care about the sounds made under his feet, because these subtle sounds had been covered by the footsteps of the monster.

They were attacked, and Woodrow recalled the voice of Grace when she finally handed him over the last thing. "Bring this! Go find the emblem!" Grace shouted. Emblem? How do I know which emblem it is? Grace is fool, how do I know? Believe it or not, I really took this emblem away?! Woodrow cursed anxiously in his heart.

The attackers were twice as many as them, half of them were equipped with short crossbows, and the battle was simply a unilateral massacre. The people on the opposite side were all killers. Just when Woodrow thought it was a man from the Principality to kill him, Grace told him with a calm face: "It's NPC! These people are NPC!"

Gris Fool, do you mean we poor people who think we are elite Knights, who are caught off guard by NPC and almost destroyed? You dare to say that. Woodrow laughed disdainfully in his heart, but it ended up stumbled on a piece of gravel. Half of the stone was stepped into the soil by the monster, so Woodrow didn't pay attention, which almost tripped him. Fortunately, he held a tree in time. He looked down nervously at the black bottle in his hand, and there was a faint fire in the bottle.

Is this thing really worth 500,000? Woodlow suddenly thought suspiciously, is the president really willing to hand over 500,000 to us? Just the stingy bald man? Woodlow shook his head and continued to move forward staggeringly. The pain on his body forced him to cheer up, who gave up on himself.

It hurts to death, it hurts to death. Woodlow kept muttering in his mind that he was not only hit by two arrows, but also almost killed. Fortunately, the fool, Grace, was quite capable. But that fool stopped there. When Woodlow, who had run away, turned around and saw the tall fool fall down, and then the shadow-like guys chased him in the direction.

It was such a bloody scene. Woodrow shook his head again. After all, this game is not suitable for me. I will not be an assassin next time. I am so stupid. Maybe the bard is suitable for me. I like to drink and brag with people in the tavern. Rutherqin should not be as difficult as guitar, right? While thinking about this, he squatted down next to a bush, waiting for a monster to slowly walk past him.

Just for these stupid monsters, the bald president who was so stingy that he had never invited us to drink was willing to hollow out the guild's vault. Is the "Hero of Nalun Town" over? Woodrow shook his head, and then after the monster passed, he stood up and continued to walk forward.

So why did I promise this task at the beginning? Woodlow was a little unhappy at first, but he was tripped by a vine and fell. The black bottle in his hand fell out and rolled down the hillside for a distance. Woodlow's heart was almost jumping to his throat. He widened his eyes and almost thought that the thing was about to break, but when the thing fell into a bush that was being trampled, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly climbed out of the dagger tied on his thigh to separate the vines that were wrapped around his feet, and then wiped a nose that had been bleed from his nose.

Damn it! He walked quickly towards the thing, his legs and feet were almost out of control, like a disrepaired machine, almost causing him to roll down the hillside again, but thanks to his feet, he staggered and suddenly felt something flying over his head. Then when he stood firm and raised his head, he saw that there was only a crossbow arrow on the tree trunk next to him. Woodrow turned around and looked at it. A shadow shaking on the hillside, and he almost thought he had read it wrong.

If we really think so, it would be a big mistake. Just like when we started, Woodrow's thoughts and body seemed to have returned to normal in an instant. He rushed down the hillside like lightning, and grabbed the black bottle on the ground with a slightly flashing fire. At the beginning, we thought that the enemy here was just a giant monster. Thinking of this, Woodrow flashed around a tree, and immediately two crossbow arrows were nailed to the trunk of the tree.

As a result, after we were dispersed, we were hunted, first six people, then six. These guys were professional killers, unremarkable professionalism, and they were like... mercenaries. Yes, these guys were mercenaries like us. The difference was that we were players, and they were NPCs. It was not dark when they were attacked, so Woodrow could see the equipment of those people - tightly wrapped, and the clothes on them were also special uniforms that could integrate with the environment.

It's too professional, Woodrow escaped and thought, it was like a ninja in the movie, but they were not robots - no, no, in a sense, they were also robots, right? Ha, I'm so humorous.

Bang! A crossbow arrow suddenly nailed Woodlow's shoulder. He heard the sound of his bones shattering. The severe pain and impact made him lose balance. He suddenly stepped on the air under his feet, and then he rolled and fell down the hillside. This was a bare rock. He rolled and fell down the rock. His bones kept breaking, and finally hit the trunk of a tree, shaking off a few leaves slightly.

Woodlow almost thought he was dead. After he raised his hand and grabbed the tree trunk, the pain in his body surged into his brain like a tide. It hurts so much, and he couldn't breathe. Uh, I want to cough, so uncomfortable, did the ribs and ribs pierce the lungs? Blood foam flowed out from the corners of his mouth, and there were nostrils. Damn, so embarrassed, damn. I got up while thinking about this.

Woo, it hurt. He stood up shakingly, and then he found a giant monster walking towards him. Really, false? This luck... He suddenly noticed something seemed to be on the trunk covered by his palm. He turned his head slightly, one eye was swollen and unable to see the object, and the other eye was adapted to the darkness for a long time before seeing the thing clearly. After seeing that thing, Woodrow was stunned.

"Woo...Grees fool..." He uttered these words along with the whimpering sounds caused by the pain, "You said the emblem...how do I... understand?"

"But... woo... I'm so lucky, right?"

In the darkness, several arrows accurately shot Woodrow who was leaning against the tree and climbing up again. This time, his body was pressed on the trunk, and finally lost his strength and slowly slipped down, collapsed under the trunk. On the trunk, there was a square shield emblem of the Knights of the Iron Chain, but at this moment there were a few blood marks left by his fingers.

Damn... Before his eyes gradually turned black, Woodrow looked at the black bottle in his hand, and his hands that had lost their strength released. The bottle rolled onto the ground and then rolled down the slope. Damn, it was only a little bit...

When Woodrow lost consciousness, several people on the hillside looked at the giant monster quietly. They were waiting for the giant monster to come and then leave. They received information. There was an extremely terrifying thing in the hands of these people, and their employer asked them to recycle it.

Just wait for the monster to leave-

The shaking monster walked towards the falling Woodrow, grabbed the fallen tree trunk with wide hands, then raised his feet and continued to move upwards, one step, two steps-

Click.

...

When the monsters arrived under the city wall, even Baroloft could no longer hide the nervous expression on his face. The tall monsters bypassed the burning fish oil and then approached the bottom of the city wall. The uprooted trees hit the city wall. Everyone could feel the vibration under their feet. Few trees could reach the top of the city wall, and they flew over the city wall like in the daytime and fell into the city. They had not yet appeared. Baroloft looked at the hills that were already covered by night, and could not see anything clearly, but he was sure that the "King of Giant Monsters" circulating among the guards did not appear.

There were at least one hundred monsters that came this time, and even more. The roars of monsters from the hills made the guards panic. They blindly shot arrows under the city wall, as if they had lost their minds. Fortunately, the members of the Iron Chain Knights and the craftsmen of the Stone Fort tried their best to maintain the defense line, and the crossbows and catapults had almost never stopped.

The wailings of the attacked monsters made many people cheer up, but when the sound of the trumpet of the city gate being attacked came from the sound of the attack, they all became nervous. After throwing out the big tree, the monsters all attacked the city wall, and these monsters were difficult to hit the city wall. They did not deliberately find where the door was. Maybe it was almost the same for them. After they approached the city wall, they immediately began to hit, as if they were going to dig through the city wall, which scared many guards. The city wall was pretty good. After all, such a thick stone wall could not be dug through, but the city gate was different. Although there was an iron-cast grid door outside and a heavy wooden door inside, Barolo Wufu was not confident about this door. Sooner or later, it would be broken. The most important thing at present is what extent of damage it could bring to the monster before the city gate was broken?

"Don't stay! Fish oil barrels! Just drop the city wall! Arrows! Light them up! Burn these monsters into scum!" The officer's shouts made the guards come back to their senses, and also made Barrow's gaze look at the north again.

The result...has it failed? Grace?

Just as he was thinking about how to act if it was the worst case, the outline of the northern hill suddenly became clear. Barolof was stunned for two seconds, and then he found that even the monsters climbing the hill on the top could see clearly. The outline appeared on the edge of the mountain. A few seconds later, everyone noticed the changes in the north.

What happened? Someone asked, Sun? Did the sun rise from the north?

No, no. Barolo Wufu's hands began to tremble again, but this time it was not because of anxiety or cold, but because of excitement. A smile appeared on his face, which could be said to be hideous or happy.

"Hmph..." Sure enough, Grace.

"Hmph..." Longjak, you deserve to be your subordinate.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Barolof couldn't help laughing to the sky, and in response to him, in addition to the fire lights that began to rise in the north and the howling cold north wind, there was also a sharp sound, which was the sound of some kind of birds, which was the loud chirping.

Not only the guards, but also the mercenaries, but also the group of monsters became restless due to this sudden change. Many monsters turned around in a daze and looked to the north. I guess the forest behind the hills was already a sea of ​​fire at this moment, right? Barrow's heart was a little distressed, but more ecstasy. Although it was much later than the planned time, it was at least much better than complete failure. What was important was that the burning fire greatly inspired the guards on the city wall.

"Give me some extra effort! Gris and the others have successfully ignited the valley in the north!" Barolwufu shouted loudly in the team's voice, "Before the city gate is broken, drain all the ammunition for me!

"Then! Get ready to face the enemy within the city wall!"

"yes!!!"

...

Fifteen years have passed since the release of "Adam". It has been popular for fifteen years as the most powerful virtual reality game at present. It still has its active people and high topics. Its player group even covers several different age groups. It truly restores the ancient cold weapon war, gives players unprecedented freedom, and has a complete game background history, so it has always had a high topic and popularity among the player group.

One of the biggest features of "Adam" is the "subspace system". The space of the world that exists in the game is completely different from the real space. Players must connect to the game time through the equipment officially sold by the game (game helmets or other more expensive equipment). In the "subspace" of this game, time becomes controllable to a certain extent (it is proved that this is only one of the technologies eliminated by the military), and the time between the game and the reality is generally in a three-to-one state, that is, one second in reality, and three seconds in the game (the official repeatedly emphasized that this technology is not harmful to the human body, but there are still media doubts about it, but so far no one can come up with definite evidence and cases to confirm this view). Because the "subspace system" makes time controllable to a certain extent, players have more time to explore in the game.

The "Factory System" is a very important system in "Adam". It divides players into different groups. Although the relationship between them is friendly or hostile, all is determined by the NPC that leads their camp, and the role played by the players in it will affect the NPC decision to a certain extent. Currently, the two most powerful camps in the game are "Kingdom" and "Dudean", and the number of players in the Kingdom camp is more than twice that of the players of the Duchy Kingdom players, but their overall combat power is comparable. In addition to these two camps, there are many other games in the game.

There are many small camps, and the number of players they occupy is almost negligible compared to the two camps, but it is precisely because of this that these camps have their own unique advantages, such as the camp's exclusive props and rare resources. The joining methods of camps are different. Except for the Principality and Kingdom (which is also the reason for the large number of people in the two camps), the conditions for joining other camps are very harsh, which is also the reason why the number of people in these small camps has always been scarce. However, according to the official, this situation will be improved in the latest expansion pack "Adam: The Return of the Age of Magic".
Chapter completed!