Chapter 59 Don't Be Too Greedy When Playing in a Group
Under the astonished gaze of Moria and the Knights Templar.
The door to the hall was opened.
A young, handsome man walked out, dressed in a black magic robe and holding a decorative curved magic wand.
He is Xu Ercong who wears human skin.
I have to say that the skin props planned and put on the points mall are all handsome men and beautiful women, which perfectly follows the true meaning of skin props in online games.
Just being handsome and beautiful is enough.
Behind Xu Ercong, there were many undead players swarming into the room.
"You are an accomplice of the Undead Summoner!"
Moria narrowed his eyes and looked at Xu Ercong warily.
Although Moria didn't know how Xu Ercong avoided the guards' inspection and entered the City Lord's Mansion, the man in front of him was obviously also an undead summoner!
"Congratulations, you got the answer right. But unfortunately there is no reward."
Xu Ercong spread his hands and said with a gentle smile: "This city already belongs to us. I'll take you there."
"Do you really have to go against the temple?!"
"It's the temple that's been making things difficult for us."
Xu Ercong's words caused Moria to misunderstand again.
Has the temple always been against them?
Isn't it obvious that these undead summoners tonight are from the Magic Academy!
Because apart from the School of Magic, no other force can claim to be the rival or enemy of the Temple.
"I knew that the School of Magic would never give up!"
Moliere shouted angrily, and Xu Ercong was stunned and didn't react.
What does this matter have to do with the magic academy?
I want to kill you, an NPC. Do I have to report it to the Magic Academy?
It was obvious that the bishop had misunderstood something.
Just as Xu Ercong was about to speak, Moria suddenly yelled, "I will never let the School of Magic succeed!"
After saying this, Moria closed his eyes, and a scorching white light began to bloom from his body. A rich aura of divine magic filled the corners of the room.
Xu Xiaofan, who had been watching the battle, saw that Xu Ercong had not yet reacted, so he quickly sent a notification using the Divine System.
[Dear players, a teleportation spell has been detected.]
[Bishop Moria is an important member of the temple's clergy. If Bishop Moria escapes, it will affect the final score and reward of the world-class mission.]
Xu Ercong couldn't help but be surprised when he heard the divine reminder.
"This guy is trying to escape!"
Without saying a word, Xu Ercong took out a scroll-like prop from his arms.
“Rip!”
Xu Ercong decisively tore open the scroll, and a cloud of black mist immediately filled the entire room, suppressing the white light of divine magic on Bishop Moria's body.
The white light dissipated, Moria opened his eyes, and looked at the scene in disbelief.
He cried out in surprise: "Forbidden Magic Scroll!"
Ordinary magic-suppressing scrolls certainly cannot easily suppress divine arts, because the casting system of divine arts is different from that of magic.
But Xu Ercong's magic-forbidden scroll was produced by the god of death. It is filled with Xu Xiaofan's power of the god of death and is specifically designed to restrain the power of divine magic.
However, Moriah still misunderstood.
He never imagined that there was a god of death who wanted to kill him, and he obviously associated the matter with the magic academy.
"You are indeed from the Magic Academy!"
Moria stared at Xu Ercong, ignoring the noble attitude of a clergyman, and roared with gritted teeth: "Ordinary magic-forbidden scrolls are ineffective against me! This is a magic-forbidden scroll specially developed by the Magic Academy for the temple!"
Only someone who is proficient in magic can create such a special anti-magic scroll.
"Whatever you think."
Xu Ercong spread his hands and said coldly: "Kill him quickly before the enchantment scroll loses its effect!"
Xu Ercong knows one thing very well: villains die because they talk too much.
Since you are the villain now, you must not talk too much and must not give the messenger of justice a chance to turn the tables.
"Okay, Cong-ge."
Two teams of spearhead squad members rushed forward. There were more than 20 top level 25 undead players here.
A level 25 player is roughly equivalent to a Temple Knight in strength.
However, there were only five Temple Knights in this room, and a useless bishop who had completely lost the ability to cast divine spells.
They were no match for the players of the Sharp Knife Squad. However, within ten minutes, as the last Temple Knight fell in a pool of blood, there was no one left to protect Moria.
"You despicable evil beings, you will definitely be punished by the God of Light!"
Moriah dodged the players' attacks in a panic, staring at Xu Ercong: "I will be in the Kingdom of God in heaven, watching how you are purified by justice!"
"Oh, you're still threatening me?"
Xu Ercong sneered: "Sorry, when I have time later, I will definitely attack the Kingdom of God and pull the God of Light off the throne!"
"How dare you blaspheme the great God!"
“Puff!”
The sharp bone knife pierced into Moriah's chest, bringing his anger to an abrupt end.
"god?"
Xu Ercong walked up to Moria, shed his human skin, and revealed his identity as an undead skeleton: "God has always been our enemy."
"You...you are the undead!"
Moriah's voice was weak and his breathing gradually stopped. He died, but the reflection of Xu Ercong's ghost still remained in his pupils.
"Brother Cong, he's dead."
"Follow the old rules. Strip off all your equipment! Then, join the brothers outside and kill all the remaining Temple Knights in the City Lord's Mansion!"
Xu Ercong smiled and said, "The Temple Knights also have points and life experience points. Kill them all and we will go to support Long Aotian."
"Okay, Cong-ge."
The members of the Sharp Knife Squad nodded and began to contact the Undead players hiding outside the City Lord's Mansion via private messages, preparing to launch an assault on the City Lord's Mansion.
The biggest threat was killed with the Forbidden Magic Scroll that was exchanged for a huge amount of points. The remaining Temple Knights were no match for the players in the Operations Department of the Dead Paradise Legion.
In just half an hour, the City Lord's Mansion was in ruins. The undead left the Mansion in a mighty force, carrying the spoils of victory, and headed straight for the training ground.
Some curious tavern adventurers noticed that the city lord's mansion had been lost, and hurried over from afar to check the situation.
“Squeak.”
As soon as they pushed open the door of the City Lord's Mansion, they saw corpses all over the floor and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.
"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"
The adventurers couldn't help but gasp. As adventurers who had been living on the edge of a knife all year round, they were naturally not shocked by the blood in front of them.
"Are these all Temple Knights?"
"probably."
"Then who can tell me why they were all stripped naked?"
"What? The undead have a hobby of stripping clothes? Or does this undead summoner have a hobby of collecting clothes of the dead?"
"I think they are collecting the spoils."
"What a joke! The equipment of the temple is the most effective against undead and dark creatures. What do they want with these equipment? Are they going to auction them off? Who dares to buy the equipment of the temple members? Aren't they afraid of being sued by the temple?"
Everything that happened in the City Lord's Mansion tonight spread quickly.
Gradually, a rumor spread in the city.
The powerful undead summoner named Aotian Big Brother Wardjil Yingbangbang has a strange hobby of collecting dead people's clothes.
…
When Xu Ercong arrived at the battlefield of the training ground, he saw Long Aotian sitting cross-legged on the roof .
Brother Long was tired of standing, so he sat cross-legged. A few brave tavern adventurers climbed onto the roof and chatted with Long Aotian.
Brother Long is very enthusiastic, generous and very outgoing.
Everyone drank barley beer, ate fruit plates, cracked piranha plant seeds, looked at the battlefield, and talked and laughed.
"Hey so-and-so, Ma Ke is dead! How do you lead a team fight? It's been two hours, how come there are still hundreds of Temple Knights!"
"Kill them all quickly, I don't have that much money left!"
"If you delay any longer, I won't reimburse you!"
Brother Long would yell a few words from time to time, then turn to the owner of the Adventurer's Tavern and say with a smile: "Well, where were we just talking about?"
"Ah, if Brother Aotian is busy, we can talk later."
"Oh, what's the point of being busy? It's rare to meet a true friend in life, and you're especially to my taste! Um, do you have any more barley beer?"
Long Aotian smacked his lips and sighed, "The planner is really amazing. After changing into the paid skin in this game, drinking wine can taste different. It's not much different from my Lafite."
"Enough!"
The tavern owner smiled and asked someone to bring out the barley beer.
Although the name of the Undead Summoner in front of him was strange, called Brother Aotian, and his words were sometimes difficult to understand, but overall he did not look like a difficult guy to approach.
As an outstanding old adventurer, the tavern owner is well aware of how to deal with people. No matter who this guy is, as long as he can make friends with him, he should never miss this opportunity!
As for this northern city...what does it have to do with an adventurer like me?
Adventurers live everywhere, and if things get out of hand, the worst that can happen is that they just move to another place.
"Long Aotian!"
Xu Ercong stood under the eaves and yelled, "I asked you to join the team fight, why are you drinking with the NPC?"
"Oh, my big brother is here."
Long Aotian stood up quickly and said embarrassedly: "I was just thinking about whether I could still accept the quest. The quests in the expansion pack must be triggered by themselves. I thought that drinking a glass of wine might trigger the quest."
"I think you are just a drunkard!"
Xu Ercong was furious: "After the fight, I will settle the score with you!"
After saying that, Xu Ercong rushed into the battlefield with the supporting players and encircled the remaining hundreds of Temple Knights.
"Oh, my brother is angry. I have to go to work. I'll drink with you later."
Long Aotian stuffed the barleybeer into the tavern owner's arms, then jumped off the roof with a large bone knife and joined the battlefield.
"Aren't you a magician?"
The tavern owner blinked, a little confused: "Why do you want to fight in close combat with a bone knife?"
At this moment, the tavern owner thought of the rumors about the dean of the magic academy, who was a fierce old man who liked to hit people with a giant magic wand.
"It seems that you are indeed related to the School of Magic."
The tavern owner suddenly realized what was going on. He looked at the backs of Xu Ercong and Long Aotian and sighed, "After tonight, the Northern City will probably not be peaceful anymore."
