Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 2350 Excited 'Perfect Bald'

Hill, looking at the giant screen, was smiling happily.

Completely different from Felice who was well protected below, the Undead were trying to get William to where the fire was the most intense.

In order to allow the fierce fireball from the opposite side to burn William's face, an undead in mid-air directly retracted his skill, fell to the ground, and lost a lot of blood.

In fact, Hill could understand the Undead's behavior.

In their minds, since the dog plan has come out, it is impossible not to deal with it.

Anyway, he would definitely not die, and he might even maintain an image of being extremely brave in the war.

Who wants to see this result?
Even if the dog planner cannot be killed, they can choose to let him go back in the more miserable state he appears, the better.

It would be best if I were turned into a roasted pig right under Shar's nose.

Only those who understand this approach will understand what is going on, and even William himself will not be dissatisfied with it.

Which planner wouldn't give himself a few days' encouragement and calm down before jumping into the game?

But in the eyes of some people, this probably means that the undead simply do not obey William's control and only obey the orders of the God of Time and Space.

Although the undead seem to be working under William's command, in the evil world, obeying your orders, disobeying you, and wanting to kill you are not conflicts.

It was obvious that the undead were determined to kill William.

The people they are hunting can be spared temporarily, and they are even willing to temporarily let them go.

But they definitely don’t let the dogs go.

This did give the hider enough time to observe the movements of the undead and William. After all, as long as he hid well and was good at throwing his next-door neighbors out to attract fire, it was still easy to survive in the current strange battlefield.

That's right, his sparkling eyes were so persistent that William almost couldn't help turning his head to look at him several times... Fortunately, the undead cooperated well, and he could always suddenly bend his waist and twist his hips at the critical moment to avoid those unexpected disasters.

It was this scene that Hill really couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Hill had seen many battlefields of the undead, and many of them were so chaotic that it was unbelievable: at the end of the fight, even the undead themselves couldn't remember who was on the same side as whom.

Even though they have clear positions among each other, when they get together, they can instantly distinguish between friends and enemies. But when it comes to a mission that only one person can win, it is not impossible for them to temporarily team up with people from the hostile family.

After all, we have to eliminate the one with the greatest lethality first!
Moreover, they are the ones who understand each other the best...When fighting against an opponent of this level, one can predict what type of skills the opponent will use as soon as he raises his claws or rolls his eyes.

No need to say much, just a glance and they will cooperate.

Of course, after killing the one who poses the greatest threat, the next person to be killed will be the one who just cooperated.

It is conceivable what the battlefield will become in the end... After all, when they are winking at the strong, they are also the ones being targeted.

In fact, this kind of battlefield is relatively rare in both Trasil and Toril. It is only occasionally due to group competition for a special single resource, and no big family can claim to have control over it, so it is a limited-time competition temporarily held by the artifact of time and space.

But this kind of thing is really rare. As long as those families don't choose the same territory to fight for each other, the only things the individual people can get are occasional surprises. Those who have time to call for help are basically controlled by these families.

It’s not like they’re trying to book the whole place… but with such a huge difference in numbers, and the family commander definitely expected to be there, how many individual players would have the capital to go and grab the place?

After all, that was not a battle drop, but a resource point.

Therefore, what Hill saw more often were similar battles in the Undead Tablet... in the Quinns world where Alice was.

William respected the properties of Quinn's world. No matter what the undead did there, they could only form a team of up to 5 people.

Outside the team, everyone is an enemy.

But in reality, most of the undead squatting there are lone rangers.

Even from the same family.

The specialty products from Quins are quite valuable, but... there are never fixed mineral veins.

Sometimes, after a flash of light, only a giant gem appears...but the purity of this gem must be very high.

Even if this gem is half diamond and half sapphire, it is not necessarily possible to mix together such a unique energy!
Hill himself had tried it, but he simply couldn't make a gem have several appearances at the same time, retaining their respective characteristics while also having various random mixed attributes.

Therefore, Quinns’ specialty is this chaos gem… If it is auctioned in Toril, it will always fetch a high price.

People like Quinns who dare to sleep in the open air and might fall into the water or be buried alive when they wake up, and who dare to look for opportunities outside as undead, are all ruthless people.

Even if he went there to make money, that's cruel enough.

In fact, after Quins' specialty gradually became famous, people from other worlds wanted to make some money.

But within a few years, these adventurers became extinct... Besides the fact that the place was too dangerous for people with only one life, it was also because the undead were determined to fight each other to death.

But every time such a battle takes place, the undead from other worlds will call their friends to watch the battle on their tablets.

This can be considered as an alternative arena competition for them, right?
Only those who can fully utilize their professional characteristics dare to participate in the competition.

Compared to any kind of ring match, that's what's really exciting... After all, there are only a few types of maps for ring matches, but Quinns' terrain can always present a unique style.

Hill actually likes watching it.

Although he really couldn't learn that kind of fighting style, it was precisely because he couldn't do it that he loved watching it even more.

It was similar to how he felt when he watched others play competitive games in the past and thought that if his hand speed could be that fast, he would also be a strong player.

But in fact, he knew very well in his heart that even if he typed fast enough, it did not mean that he would be able to react and use which skill at that time.

Of course, Hill now has a better reason… He could just kill with a shot, so why would he have to jump up and twist left and right to dodge the opponent’s skills?
Just like William on the screen.

The reason why Hill couldn't stand it was because William's performance left him speechless... Even if you are a not very strong incarnation, when facing these spells, you can't be at all touched, right?

Hill felt that William was genuinely angry with the undead... Since you want to smear mud on my face, I will definitely not let you be happy.

Hey~ I hide, I hide again~ I hide all~
Even though he might be thinking about all kinds of shit in his head, his serious face and the stern look in his eyes did seem like he was good.

Although it was somewhat guessed that William intended to use the battles in this world to make up for some of the regrets and losses in his heart.

But his regret… could it really be that he didn’t fight the undead?
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The 'perfect bald man' hiding in the corner peeked out again.

Then he sighed and hid back in a small triangular shed that was erected somehow among the broken tiles and ruins.

Although the enemies were fleeing everywhere and looking for places to hide, there was no one who could get together with him.

He sat down with difficulty, and used his hands to help his short legs align together, barely making a cross-legged posture, holding his small shield with a melancholy look on his face.

Logically, as the patriarch of the Black Rose, he should go out and stop his family members from going crazy.

But now the madness outside seems to be beyond his control.

Rather than letting the people outside watching the live broadcast laugh at him for not being listened to by anyone as the clan leader, he might as well hide himself so that no one can find him.

Another thing is, William seemed to be having a lot of fun... He didn't complain publicly, nor did he call him out on the tablet to take control of the situation, so why should he get involved?
Anyway, he really doesn't want to care.

Ok?
The 'Perfect Bald Man' who was beating the drum on his exquisite and beautiful little shield suddenly stopped.

What does that guy who is dressed like a thief, behaves like a thief, is as tall as a tall dwarf, and has a stocky and flexible body do?
Aren’t humans the only race in this world, and aren’t mages the only profession?

Is this a mutant or a sudden event?

The 'Perfect Bald Man' put the shield on his back, moved his calves away, and then he crawled forward lightly and slowly on his knees.

Although he could have retracted the shield, considering that all the spells were cast by his own people, the 'Perfect Bald Man' was a bit cowardly and chose to put a shield on his back.

He absolutely did not want to be a clan leader who was politely escorted back to the city by his own family members!
Although face is not important, it is better to keep it if you can avoid losing it.

He distracted himself by muttering to himself...'Perfect Bald' also learned something from the Knights of Justice.

The opponent's individual combat power may not be as good as his, but he is very good at dealing with specific enemies.

For example, thieves.

'Perfect Bald' remembered that the Knight of Justice mentioned very seriously that when you discover a thief, if you plan to follow him and catch him in the act, you must not focus your attention on the other person.

Just glance at him out of the corner of your eye, and make sure to distract yourself so as not to alert the other party by exuding murderous intent.

Although these things are useless against the undead...except for guys like Xueyunfeng, which undead would care about someone following them?
It's not a red name.

But it is quite useful when dealing with those petty thieves among the NPCs whose crimes do not deserve death but really deserve a beating.

Although a little tired, the 'Perfect Bald' who was crawling slowly in the ruins was still very happy: it was finally his turn to play!
(End of this chapter)