Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 2387 You Chase Me and I Run Away
It has been a long time since Hill felt helpless about the undead's misdeeds, such as "This is also possible" and "What are you thinking?"

But when I saw the bomb elf who dressed herself up like the most poisonous and beautiful mushroom in the south of the colorful clouds, slowly stretching her short arms and legs along the outer wall of the magic tower, and occasionally sliding down because she couldn't reach the protrusions on the wall, I still felt a stagnation in my chest and a blackness in front of my eyes.

The bomb elf didn't seem to be in a hurry. He didn't get anxious even after falling down. He changed direction and continued to climb up... The only regret was that the fulcrum he had climbed before was no longer useful.

But Hill felt that she didn't seem to remember the position where she had just gained leverage, so it didn't matter how she changed direction...the girl wasn't crazy enough to climb down.

Well, I can barely understand it.

No, I don’t understand anything!
Do you know you are crawling sideways? Miss Bomb Fairy!

A girl like this who has been in the game since the very beginning, although she looks pure and lovely, is actually a veteran. Her reputation is so loud that even Hill has heard of her. She has graduated for many years, and she can only be called a true fairy who still has her original intention and will never let her nickname down.

Even if Hill could no longer watch, even if the group of undead who were whizzing past in the tower area of ​​the Tower of Despair to buy her time were anxious, the Bomb Fairy still lived up to her reputation of being in the top ten of the dungeon team's blacklist, and she climbed slowly and leisurely.

Occasionally, he would stick his head out and maybe change direction.

It is still better than a turtle. After all, its neck is short and its deviation from the direction will not exceed 45 degrees.

Hill shook his head helplessly.

"Strange, why is she the only short person among the undead this time?" Lister asked curiously.

Hill could only smile bitterly: “Among this group of people, it’s not the reaction that determines the speed, but the length of the legs.

Everything else is the same, and their greatest victory is not to go in the opposite direction when the incident occurs."

Although the Undead often accept missions at Hill's major strongholds, the few missions that Lister can personally receive are basically snatched.

He rarely appears in daily tasks facing the public.

Therefore, even though Talling knew about the strangeness and weirdness of the undead through Hill's common sense, the limit of his knowledge was only those big families.

However, on some level, no matter what their character is like, the people from these big families will definitely behave more like normal people, especially when facing the NPC bosses in their hearts.

Undead creatures like the Bomb Goblin, who don't ask for anything and don't care, all depends on whether they are happy or not... It was not until today that Lister truly broadened his horizons.

Hearing about it is definitely not as impressive as seeing it with your own eyes.

Hill could actually understand the helplessness of these guys... They finally had the chance to play something big and open the eyes of those elite players who had always looked down on them, but they knew what they were and could only ignore ability and choose size.

After all, if they only looked at their abilities, they wouldn't be able to choose any of them.

But if they want to find someone who is light enough not to climb and smash walls when invisible, they still have a candidate, but fortunately they don't have to choose.

Of course, what is even more fortunate is that although the bomb goblin’s wall-climbing skills are a bit poor, he can still climb up.

Among the remaining people, there might be some strong people who can see the bulge and can't step on it anywhere.

Of course, the undead have many ways to solve these minor problems, such as Hill's automatically retractable ropes.

Generally speaking, they are the kind that are hung up.

But who made them have to use invisibility potions?

At this moment, Hill suddenly thought about whether he should study a potion that could make the person invisible while activating magic items.

Of course, reason immediately poured cold water on him.

Not to mention that he doesn't have that ability, even if he does, such an evil thing must never be spread out of his hands.

Even the most evil alchemist could not come up with something so vicious!
Although it makes people anxious to watch and people waiting to watch get annoyed, the bomb goblin is actually quite happy crawling on its own.

She was rarely entrusted with such an important task, and she even understood what it meant to be cautious.

Of course, the main reason that made her so happy was that those people had to ask her to help bring a bottle of medicine, and solemnly declared their recognition of the Bomb Elf's added power as a priest.

If she couldn't hold on tightly with her little hands and step firmly with her little feet, with almost no physical energy consumed, how could it be possible for her to climb such a high tower so easily?

Shaking his little body happily and feeling the weight of the dozens of crystal bottles on his chest, the bomb goblin skillfully bypassed the protrusion that was only 20 centimeters away from him and was the easiest to move upwards, swung in the air, and stepped on a parallel point one meter away.
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"Damn, if only she could do it!" Someone among the undead chasing around in circles in the inner tower area couldn't help but growl.

Anyway, we have been exposed and the mission tools are not with us. The only thing we have to do is not to die before the bomb fairy succeeds. Although these undeads act very arrogantly, they actually still hold back.

What annoyed them the most was not that they couldn't keep up with the fleeing Eighth Ring Mages in front of them, but why they caught up with those stupid NPCs after running around two houses even though they were running so slowly!

The names of these guys are obviously pornographic!
Although you can fight them as enemies, you don't have to pursue them relentlessly, as you won't gain much experience anyway.

The mission they accepted was not to kill the enemy, and they were different from those guys outside who were fighting to the death.

If they can avoid fighting, they still don't want to fight.

This thing called neutrality is a bit weird...and, although it sounds unbelievable, it seems that they little bears are also neutral!

It’s really weird. If Selune can be kind, why can’t Hill be kind?
In short, killing these incompetent Eight-Rings who couldn't even be defeated by them might affect the completion of their mission!
It was not easy to get past those elite players and take on a large-scale mission. None of the undead here wanted to do anything unnecessary.

It's really annoying! Can't they find a good place to escape?
However, the eight-ring mages who were being chased by them in front also wanted to vomit blood.

Indeed, they were running around madly in front of them, but now the Nine-Ring Master had appeared, so what were they afraid of?
Although the great wizard wanted to use them as bait... when hiding behind them failed, the meteorite master simply contacted these little wizards directly and asked them to lead the undead to certain specific places.

The reason why Master Meteorite was so careful was, of course, because the undead who was fleeing alone in front of him was the one he met head-on.

As a great wizard who had a close relationship with the Fruit of Wisdom, the crystal potion that fell on his head caused great damage to him.

Of course, the dose was not that large, and Master Meteorite dodged fast enough, but his precious robe was also taken away, and he had to consume most of his mana in order to fight against the purifying force.

One of them suffered so much. Master Meteorite must be crazy to face so many undead directly!
He thought of many ways, but none of them could eliminate these undead in an instant. Although their strength was similar to those eight-ringed trash, their defense and blood were much stronger.

The only way is to trap these guys in a special area. Even if they all smash the strange potion when they find they can't beat them, it won't affect the entire magic tower!

However, these dozens of undead were chasing very vigorously, but they were a little too cunning.

He could have clearly followed those eight-ring mages, but he suddenly made a big circle to the left!

Moreover, it may not be the same side that it goes around each time.

Even if Master Meteorite is willing and has the ability to make some wizards sacrifice their magic towers, he does not have the ability to make everyone agree with his approach.

The key point is that although these eight-ring mages are of little use, the forces behind them make it absolutely impossible for Master Meteorite to sacrifice their lives.

We can only guide them in the right direction and cannot ask them to run back.

Those damn undead! Even though he let his student Kayo take the risk and act alone a few times, they were completely unmoved and never dispersed once!
Although he sensed the disbelief and slowly rising resentment in his student's eyes, Master Meteorite remained unmoved... Kayo wasn't dead after all.

Among these eighth-ring mages, who else can he command except Kayo, whose grandfather also advanced to the ninth ring by eating the fruit of wisdom?

Moreover, the reason why Kayo got the opportunity in the first place was not because his grandfather loved his grandson so much.

But because he needed a test subject.

It was not until a year after Kayo ate the Fruit of Wisdom and advanced to the eighth ring that the old man, who had examined Kayo's blood and mental changes hundreds of times, dared to take it himself.

Obviously, he had obtained the fruit of wisdom twenty years ago!

Tsk~
The cunning old guy was so cruel that his decision was no longer influenced by which grandson he liked.

However, it is a miracle that such an old guy could raise a child who could be accepted by the Fruit of Wisdom.

Although the fruit on the main body of the Fruit of Wisdom has the best effect, it can also make people very rational.

It can also be said that he is becoming more and more cold-blooded.

Of course, this is not a problem for the mage, but rather a suitable one.

As for those small fruits that only grow near relatively friendly people, their effects are limited. Although they have no side effects, it is absolutely impossible for them to advance to the ninth ring... Even if they originally had that ability, it is now impossible.

However, the Tower of Despair originally wanted to use these small fruits to train a large number of mages... If it could be done, it would not hesitate to use up the magic tower's reserves of hundreds of years.

If the Eighth Ring Mage can be consumable, the world will belong to the Tower of Despair.

But no, this thing only chooses really good people.

(End of this chapter)