Online game: Play as a hammer assassin

The countryside of Loguetown.

Ruins and cemetery.

The three major guilds under New Path Company, along with the players they hired, led by Brutal Blood and others, searched every shadowy spot in the ruined graveyard.

"Search thoroughly, leave no corner unchecked."

"She is an assassin, and her greatest skills are stealth and escape."

"Anyone who gets close to the Evil Lord is an enemy of our New Path."

"Kill her once, and you'll get an extra 1000 yuan; kill the Evil Lord once, and you'll get an extra 10000 yuan. Only a fool wouldn't take the money."

"Unfortunately, that cowardly Evil Lord has long since disappeared without a trace."

……

Moon Creek Path.

The center of Hamas's territory.

The towering spider-faced troll Hamas held a massive bone club covered in spikes in his hand.

He stood in the "evil altar" made of gray-black matter, facing the rough statue of "Legendary Evil Little Mage" Veigar, and prayed devoutly.

"The legendary 'Evil Little Mage' Lord Veigar, your most loyal follower Hamas prays to you once again..."

"Your follower is not greedily demanding magical power from you. This time, I only wish you to grant me a handsome man, preferably a delicate human or a dashing elf..."

"You may not know, but my penis is already itching for more..."

“Apra also, Fitz Changkehan…”

Hamas, the spider-faced troll, skillfully chanted the incantation to communicate with the evil little mage Vyja.

"Chirp chirp chirp coo coo..."

"Chirp-gigura!"

"Vega is so cute!!"

A group of unusually excited demonized gray dwarves tightly surrounded the altar.

Their eyes were filled with madness, and their gazes toward the spider-faced troll Hamas were full of anticipation.

They are staunch supporters of the evil little mages, and after being corrupted by dark magic, they carry a trace of dark magic power within their bodies.

This trace of dark magic gave them a taste of its benefits, igniting the twisted and greedy desires deep within their souls.

They have a perverse craving for black magic.

Vijay was a generous man.

For every believer, every sincere prayer will always bring a small reward.

Even the smallest gift from Vega carries a trace of evil dark magic, enough to drive them mad.

Unfortunately, they're going to be disappointed this time.

Because Vega simply couldn't fulfill the request of the spider-faced troll Hamas.

……

At this moment, behind a boulder not far from the evil altar, several sneaky players occasionally peeked out to investigate the altar.

Jia Yan stuck his head out and took another look.

The dense swarm of demonized gray dwarves outside sent chills down his spine: "Young Master Feng, are you sure you want to go by yourself?"

"No one can stop me; I have to go myself. With my great charm, I finally have a chance to use it, and I must make the most of it."

Feng Wuhen spoke these words with righteous indignation and conviction.

"Young Master Feng, actually, I'm quite charming too."

"Come on, you look like that. You'd scare the monsters to death if you went out. Let me tell you, I'm going to take on that troll boss by myself. Not even Jesus could stop me."

Hamas the spider-faced troll finished his prayer and waited silently at the altar for about five minutes, but still no handsome human or elf appeared.

He was very disappointed.

He walked into the royal tent, dejected, carrying a bone club with sharp spikes.

His spirits were somewhat dampened by the long period of prayer.

"I'm off. You all stay here and wait for my good news."

Seeing this, Feng Wuhen couldn't wait to dart out from behind the boulder and sneakily approach the vicinity of the troll king's tent during a break in the crowd.

With nothing else to do, Jia Yan went to the forum and found the so-called strategy guide that Feng Wuhen had given him.

It was just a few lines of text, easy to read, but after reading it, his already ugly face contorted into a grimace.

"The easiest boss in the beginner village, a male with high charm, whose attack, defense, and health are doubled, and whose critical hit rate is increased by 1200%..."

"Is this thing reliable?"

A question arose in his mind.

At this moment!!

Suddenly, a triumphant laugh echoed from the troll king's tent.

"Great evil little mage Veigar, you are so great, I, the troll king Hamas, will serve you for life."

While Jia Yan and the others were confused, a series of extremely shrill and heart-wrenching cries came from inside, enough to bring tears to the eyes of listeners.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"It hurts..."

"Honesty and reliability, young man, I curse your ancestors for eight generations!!!"

They were very familiar with this voice.

"It's Young Master Feng!!!"

"Help!!"

In a moment, the eight players were overwhelmed by the swarm of demonized gray dwarves.

.......

Jun Quxie walked out of the Resurrection Church.

Suddenly, I saw several familiar figures appear in the distance.

A gentle breeze blew, the sun shone brightly, and Jun Qu smiled wickedly: "What a coincidence!"

Godly Fisherman's Song, Wind Without Trace: "..."

Seeing so many like-minded people, whether it was Shenqi Yuge or Feng Wuhen, they felt greatly comforted and no longer felt so lonely.

Naturally, the three of them struck up a conversation and talked about their past as murderers.

Jun Quxie gave a perfunctory excuse: "I found a BOSS, but I haven't been able to defeat it."

Feng Wuhen chuckled awkwardly: "I went to fight the demonized gray dwarves, but they ganged up on me and beat me to death."

Shenqi Yuge gently raised her chin, revealing her flawless white neck: "When I was leveling up, I got into a conflict with other players. My skills weren't good enough, so they killed me."

Three of you, look at me and I look at you.

It's clear that neither of them told the truth, or rather, they both held back some information.

When Tingfeng Wuhen mentioned the demonized gray dwarfs, Junquxie was no longer sleepy.

He was very familiar with these ugly creatures.

"Young Master Feng, I know those demonized gray dwarves well. Their boss is a troll."

"If you have high charm, you can choose to go to him on a dark and windy night. As long as you don't alert the demonized gray dwarf, it's easy to take him down by yourself."

Feng Wuhen: "..."

Damn it, this is exactly what the honest and reliable young man on the forum said!

Thinking of this, his anus throbbed with pain.

Feng Wuhen believed that this kind of pain should be shared with his good brother: "Brother Xie, your charm should be quite high. You can give it a try. I heard that the troll's loot is very generous."

"No. I'm allergic to ugly people." Jun Quxie refused decisively.

As the two were talking, the deity Yuge kept glancing at Jun Quxie's head.

Jun Quxie had a listless rooster on his head, looking rather irritating, and a cool warhammer on his back. No matter how you looked at it, it was strange.

"Brother Xie, the hat you're wearing is so cute. Is it hiding your level? I keep seeing your level, sometimes it's level three, sometimes it's level four..."

"And what's with that old, worn-out hammer? Aren't you an assassin?"

They can even guess the level of concealment.

Jun Quxie gave a thumbs up.

"It's a prop I got by chance, called the 'Weakling Headgear'."

"As for this hammer, it's an ornament. Doesn't it look cool?"

As he spoke, Jun Quxie raised an eyebrow.

Feng Wuhen was speechless. You're an assassin, carrying a hammer.

He held it in for a long time before finally managing to say, "If you like hammers so much, why don't you play a hammer assassin?"

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