Night Raven Master

Chapter 581 The Stalker

Soon after.

The fringe area of ​​the kingdom of blood feast.

A group of seven people gathered in this place.

The leader was a humanoid creature covered in black robes.

Shady.

Beside him, a man full of holes was tearing off the bright red flesh, or the skin of the people of blood.

cobbler.

"There is no news about the water ghost and the rudder. They should be dead. It should be impossible to go to other countries by water."

After tearing off the skin of the people of blood, the cobbler spoke.

"There is no way around this. Let them prepare a boat or something that can sail. Don't act rashly. Follow my route. You shouldn't encounter any problems, and neither will the people of the tide."

A neutral mechanical sound sounded, and Shady, whose body was covered by a black robe, said:

"The people of blood should be lured away by the old dog and the chameleon who are greedy for petty gains. These two idiots must have done something superfluous."

"By the way, if the old dog and the chameleon are still alive, they will be back in about two hours."

However, just as he said these words, two thin black-haired werewolves appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Seeing these two werewolves, the voice of the underworld froze slightly:
"It seems that the calculation was wrong, and they are back now. Could it be that they didn't meet the fourth-level blood people? They shouldn't be."

"Although I don't know what's going on, but if you are so calm, in other words, you should know that we were hunted down by the people of blood, right?"

Two black-haired werewolves stopped in front of Shady and Cobbler, and the black-haired werewolf on the left spoke.

"Sure, this bastard knows it without even thinking about it, maybe tm has this bastard's participation."

The black-haired werewolf on the right had an even more irritable tone. When he said this, his sharp fangs were bared, exuding hostility.

"Old dog, don't talk about things without evidence. Also, we have already signed a covenant. I have no intention of harming you. I know it doesn't mean I participated."

Facing the hostility of the black-haired werewolf, Shady didn't even move, standing where he was, talking to him calmly.

That irascible black-haired werewolf is the old dog.

And another.
When the eyes of the cobbler and others fell on another black-haired werewolf, the body of the other party began to deform at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a humanoid creature covered with some scales.

chameleon.

"I hope so." Chameleon didn't have much reaction to the shady explanation with a tepid attitude, but turned his head to the black-haired werewolf and said lightly:
"Old dog, it's time to stop."

The moment Chameleon's voice fell, the rage and hostility on the black-haired werewolf's face disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared before.

At the same time as the irritability and hostility disappeared, there was also black hair on his body.

Visible to the naked eye, the body of the black-haired werewolf shrank slightly, turning into an ordinary-looking man.

old dog.

Shaking his left hand on his right shoulder, the old dog smiled at the black screen:
"I got good news, what price are you going to pay?"

It was as if the situation that could have been calculated before did not exist at all.

Hearing his words, the shady body shrouded in black robes trembled slightly:
"what news?"

When the old dog and the chameleon were conducting intelligence transactions with the shady, Art, who tore open the shadow crack and made the shadow transition, came out from another part of the kingdom of blood feast.

However, there is a problem.

A very serious problem.

There's a guy coming along.

Elf.

This is a bit difficult to deal with. With Damon's ability, this elf is more difficult to deal with than Burial. The dream path actually has many weaknesses, but the problem is that the elf's weakness is simply out of reach for Damon. arrived.

The key is
This type of role is also a difficult type for Yate himself.

Because, there is no logic.

There is no logic at all in the action, and it is completely random. If it is not confirmed that it is a creature on the order side, Yate will even think that it is a guy who ran out of the chaotic abyss.

As far as Dimon's memory is concerned, it will do things that are good for him, bad for him, or have no relevance or influence on him at all.

If that's the case, it's the trickiest genre for Art.

The logic of acting is chaotic, which means that many pre-measures may be ineffective or even counterproductive, and they can only rely on on-the-spot reactions.

This insecure way of acting is what Art hates the most.

However, Yate still has another concern, that is whether Dimon's impression is correct.

Is the impression that "elves act illogically" true or not?

And to what extent is the logic of acting chaotic, and what are the most basic logics to follow?

Not to mention other things, when encountering a crisis, will you choose to resist or run away?

If it is the group of chaotic creatures in the endless abyss, when they encounter a crisis, they will not resist, ignore, take the initiative to die, even commit suicide when they see the enemy, or act desperately with their companions.

As a creature of order, the action of self-preservation is the most basic part of the logic of acting. Even if it lacks the logic of acting, it will still have the consciousness of self-preservation.

But with Daemon's ability, he couldn't fight against this faith-based creature who took the dream path anyway.

Either find a way to escape, but you need to let the player's emblem record the incident of "Blackthorn found the elf".

The one in my own hand is okay, but the one in the elf's hand is difficult.

How to "reasonably" find the elf and leave?

Art didn't think about the "friendly" conversation with the elf.

There is only one reason why the elf will chase after him, and he is interested in him.

But what exactly is the interest?
If it is based on the normal logic of the players in the game kingdom, it is the inducement he did to induce the old dog and the chameleon before, and the elf was also tricked, focusing on the high-level items that may exist in his hand.

But the problem is that the elf cannot judge with normal logic.

Anyway, let's try it out with normal means first.

Scanning the surroundings, even if the eyes glanced at the little elf floating not far away, there was no pause at all, as if there was nothing there.

"Hee hee hee."

Not far from Yate, a palm-sized creature with seven or eight years old appearance, indistinguishable from male and female, with transparent wings in the shape of a butterfly on its back, was snickering.

(End of this chapter)