Simulated Player [Holo]

The ranger in the group who was helping them contain the ooze seemed to be watching him.

Louis glanced at the other party and withdrew his attention.

Lianye Tiantian's command experience should have been honed from a large army, and he was very well planned in terms of formation mobilization, but he didn't have much to do with the actual coordination of personnel in various positions.After Louis uttered a few times to guide Woodpecker and the others to release their spells, he was unknowingly assumed to be the commander of the French players in the team. Now that he was being surrounded by all sides, he could only temporarily Put aside the performance of You Xia Hai Zhongyue.

Another small group of mud monsters was put into the encirclement by the companions in front. Louis drank a bottle of magic potion, and after a short chant, cast his newly learned "Curse of Withering" on the center of the mud monster group.

The spell halo emitting ominous black air spread out without a sound, and all the mud monsters swept by the halo visibly weakened in a large circle.

After fighting side by side for a period of time, everyone has established the most basic tacit understanding with each other. As soon as the halo of withering fell, Yan Yan began to prepare for the fireball technique.

Looking at the fireball that was gradually forming in front of the opponent, Louis gave instructions to the woodpecker who was waiting in line: "Take two steps back and prepare for the magic missile. If the fireball is successful, the missile will be released to the mud monster group behind you on the right."

"Ok!"

"The direction of action in the future should be as close as possible to the group of people in the caravan behind."

"Ok!"

"My proficiency in fireball has exceeded [-]%." Louis' distrust made Yan Yan's face darken, "The previous failure was an accident, when are you going to talk about it?"

Louis looked up at him and shook his head: "Wait until the team disbands."

He could understand why Yan Yan showed unhappiness, but the second plan after failing to formulate a spell is a habit that every qualified legal professional must have.

Regardless of the level of personal spellcasting ability, spell release itself is a process that is extremely easily interrupted by external forces. Unless you just want to stay in the tower for a lifetime to do research, no spellcaster will stop preparing for the spell plan. Can enhance their combat strength by 20.00%.

Obviously, Yan Yan has not been in-depth contact with this aspect of practice, so Louis feels that he has the responsibility to consider and make up for this for him, a mage apprentice who is both a junior and a companion.

This neglect of branches and details is an inevitable shortcoming in the players' strength promotion system.The existence of the system and the skill book allows them to easily learn spells without model deconstruction, and can be promoted by the shortest and best route without groping, but it also allows them to avoid the possibility of mastering advanced spells by analyzing and reorganizing the model. I went to learn about the various methods of predecessors to improve combat effectiveness within the same level.

If the practice of ordinary professionals is to climb mountains with their legs, then the practice of professional players is probably to ride across the plains in a carriage.As a rare sorcerer who has experienced both methods of practice, Louis himself still prefers the ordinary method of practice.

The second kind of ability obtained through practice is too easy, and it always makes him feel that he will lose it easily at any time.

There are a lot of associations in my mind, but only a moment passed on the battlefield.

Under Yan Yan's control, the fireball technique, which was nearly the size of a human head, rushed straight into the group of mud monsters, and a bright spark burst out with a "boom", and the mud monsters hit by the fireball seemed to be hit by the sun. The ice cube quickly collapsed to the ground.

Noticing Yan Yan's provocative gaze, Louis showed a smile on his face: "Very well, continue. Don't be distracted, little woodpecker."

"……it is good."

Brother Louis, look at Yanyan's face!Didn't you realize that the more you put on a smile, the more stinky your face becomes?

Sandwiched between the bosses, the woodpecker struggled to maintain a calm face and not look aside, concentrating on tossing her magic missile.

The situation on the battlefield gradually stabilized.With the full participation of the new helpers, the caravan finally had the power to take the initiative to attack. Groups of players scattered around the camp's defense line were like burning torches nailed there, constantly surrounding them The slimy oozes were burnt to ashes.

When the "ashes" spreading around the camp and occupying a large area of ​​grass slowly surged and merged together, no one reacted.It wasn't until a slime monster with darker skin than its kind swelled rapidly like ink soaking into water and became bigger and bigger, that the players paid attention to it with exclamations one after another.

At the same time, two giant mutated mud monsters appeared.

When Louis received the news from Lianye Tiantian, he was chatting with a warrior named Shanni in the caravan.

The team formation message bar in his field of vision kept flashing. He said goodbye to Shanni, and while walking back to the team not far away, he scanned the content sent by Lianye Tiantian. The news made him raise his eyebrows.

Looking up, Louis saw the two huge mud monsters on his left and behind him.Moreover, as Lianba Tiantian said, they are still growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"They shouldn't be mud monster kings." Louis had never heard of such a low-level, unintelligent monster group as "King".

"Then what are they? The general of the mud monster? The elite of the mud monster?" Lianye Tiantian followed Louis's words, and found that the focus was wrong, and rubbed his brows, "What the hell are those two big mud monsters? It's the final boss of this dungeon..."

"Did you see how they appeared?"

"No, but I heard that it was born from the corpse of the mud monster on the ground."

Lianye Tiantian's answer made Louis subconsciously look down at the ground. Large groups of mud clods were scattered on the wet grass. It could not be seen that they were the corpses left by the mud monster after death, nor could it be seen that they could breed mutations. A breeding ground for oozes.

From the appearance of the mutated mud monster to the present, he has not noticed any abnormal elemental fluctuations.

"What were you doing just now, why did you retreat to the back?"

"I have a question and I want to get an answer from the people in the caravan." Louis stopped his perception and looked at Lianye Tiantian. "Is there anything else you want to ask me?"

"Yeah. Have you checked the command channel? The little monsters have been cleared up, and Baolunyu suggested that everyone gather to deal with those two big guys. What's your opinion?"

"Okay, I want to go over and have a look at the two mutated mud monsters."

Louis is very interested in them. Even if he doesn't have the conditions to study them now, it would be nice to be able to observe them more closely.

The two mutated mud monsters stopped growing when they swelled to a height of more than three meters.

Their size is not exaggerated when seen from a distance, but when they get close, they are like two small mounds condescending and pressing the surroundings. The clods rushed towards the players, except for a few knights who had to stand at the front with their shields against the monsters, no one wanted to get close to them.

Seeing that he couldn't move the men who were in charge of melee combat, Bao Madyu, as the first commander, had to change the previous combat strategy, commanding the mages and warlocks to move their positions and bombard them with spells.

The players acting as the absolute main force are a group of mage apprentices and warlock apprentices who have not mastered the skills of mobile spellcasting at all, and the rhythm of the battle is stretched out imperceptibly.Fortunately, the movement speed of the gigantic mud monsters is still relatively slow, which gave Baolunyu and the mage warlocks a chance to move between the two mud monsters.

It's just that the mud monster, which has newly learned how to use earth magic since it became huge, would throw a few earth bombs and erect a few earth walls from time to time, and the players were caught off guard and rioted a few times.

From a close distance, the mutated ooze and the pre-mutated ooze are almost only different in size and skin color, but the mutated ooze has already broken away from the category of ordinary beasts in essence.While moving and attacking according to Bakukuyu's command, Louis carefully observed their movements, and felt that they seemed to be transforming into elemental life forms—the mutant mud monsters had a lot of enhanced magic defense, but their magic attacks fell to After they were put on their bodies, rather than being "defended" by them, it was better to say that a part of their power penetrated their bodies.

This is really incredible!

"Were you just daydreaming?"

"what?"

There was a sudden pulling force on the arm, and while the body was being pulled to move to the left, all the churning ideas in Louis's mind were also pulled away.

Sullenly, he looked up according to the strength, and saw Yan Yan used the staff as a non-slip crutch with one hand, and pulled his arm vigorously with the other hand, and ran to the side of the mud monster together with the mages and warlocks around him.

Where they stood before, two earthen walls nearly three meters wide had been erected.

After regaining his senses, Louis sincerely thanked Yan Yan, and got a reluctant hum.

"Who told me to be on your team for the time being."

Louis: "..."

After nearly half an hour of dealing with the mutated ooze monsters without any risk, when Louis was about to take the fifth magic potion from the storage to replenish his magic power, the two mutated ooze monsters were finally drained of their last trace of blood. Skin, crashing down!

Almost at the same time, the voice of the system came out in the ears of the players: [The mud monster group was repelled, the Abel caravan won the rainy night battle, and the instant instance was closed]

As the notification of "the dungeon is closed" sounded, Louis could only feel his eyes light up in a daze. The scene in front of him seemed to be vivid and real as if a layer of fog had been wiped away. It's also comfortingly (?) darker.

[You killed 38 slime monsters, ranked 4th in the damage of the copy, and ranked 12th in the contribution of the copy; you got 41200 experience points for combat rewards]

[you leveled up]

"It's over after defeating the BOSS? I plan to clear the mobs after I finish the fight!"

"After playing for a long time, I have nothing but experience points..."

"How do you calculate the number of kills and damage? I worked so hard to only kill two slime monsters. Isn't that too unfair?"

"The dungeon is over, why isn't the rain over?"

"I just heard that someone's kill count is zero. Let's look at the contribution. How much is your contribution? I'm ranked 47."

"..."

After teaming up and cooperating to experience the same instance, the relationship between the players quickly became familiar as if adding a catalyst. Together, they complained about the system rewards for knocking the door, recalled their own fighting heroism, and asked about the number of kills and damage of other players together. Countless... the whole camp was noisy, and the sound of the rain could only be reduced to background sound in this scene.

Louis turned off the panel, looked around, and found Abel who was rearranging the defenses outside the camp.

Facing his arrival, Abel was very polite: "Mr. Louis, what are you doing? If you don't mind me listening while I work..."

"Of course not, you can do whatever you want." Louis nodded, took a step back and followed the caravan captain.

"Please forgive my curiosity. However, no matter how many mud monsters there are, they are just low-level monsters. According to my observation, with the strength of your caravan, you don't need all the members to take action to send all the mud monsters back to where they belong. Where, why do you let the apprentices come forward to fight?"

"...You are really direct in asking." Before Warlock finished speaking, Abel understood what he meant.

Thinking that no one would care about this, he touched the stubble on his chin, tilted his head, and motioned for Louis to look at the rookie adventurers who gathered randomly in a few groups scattered in the camp: "Your companions didn't expect that at all. , or don't care about it. Of course, you are very different from them."

Thinking of this, Abel couldn't help looking at Louis: "You shouldn't really object to me entrusting you with the task of guarding the camp, right?"

Louis thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

"I can feel that your strength has improved a little, both of you and your companions, you have extraordinary talents." After making a gesture, Abel squinted his eyes and smiled, "Adventurers always go through experiences when they travel. All kinds of commissions and battles, especially your companions, have great enthusiasm for these. So, isn't this very good?"

"Our caravan can get enough rest, and you and your companions can improve their strength by fighting the mud monsters, and at the same time, your enthusiasm for adventure is also satisfied."

Louis could not refute Abel's words.

Thinking about the usual behavior patterns of the players, if Abel took the fight against the slime monsters on the caravan, they would probably feel dissatisfied.

This leaves people speechless.

"Your answer is much better than the one Shanny gave me."

"Oh? Did you ask someone else? What did that girl Shanny tell you?"

Looking at Abel's face with great interest, Louis shrugged slightly: "She told me that the captain and deputy captain asked their actions to focus on protecting the trucks and mounted beasts, and that the mud monsters should not be allowed to destroy the camp, nor should they AWOL to attract their attack."

"...It's really embarrassing for Shanny to make up such a reason." Hearing Louis' report, Abel laughed dumbly.

Common low-level monsters like mud beasts do not have the property of devouring metals like gold swallowing beasts, so how could they destroy their trucks full of ore fur and other goods?

As for the riding beasts, although the black-armored beasts in their caravan were just ordinary beasts, the armor covered all over their bodies was not something that the mud monsters could destroy in a short while.

"No wonder you are dissatisfied with this. This is my fault. I have taught them that if you want to ask you adventurers to help you, you must come up with a reasonable reason." At this point, Abel paused, "The mud monster This matter was decided temporarily by Greene and I, and Shanny was probably too embarrassed."

"So that's the case. I'll apologize to her later." Seeing Abel's natural and logical expression, Louis' heart sank continuously.

When he asked Shanny the same question in the dungeon, the other party's behavior was not the so-called "embarrassed", but more like an alchemy life or an inferior phantom. There are several answers.

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