Douluo: My Sand Sculpture Player

Chapter 78 Beast Tide

In the midsummer afternoon, the golden sunlight filtered through the fine branches and leaves of the tall and lush banyan tree in the player camp, and shone through the windows of the rows of wooden houses, making it exceptionally bright.

The entire player camp seemed very quiet. The thin forest mist shrouded the Soul Hunting Forest like a veil. The majestic mountain outlines were hidden in the light forest fog. The entire Soul Hunting Forest looked so beautiful.

The light rain of the continuous plum rains has washed away the dust of summer. The hillsides are covered with verdant green, the earing miscanthus meanders and undulates under the blowing of the golden wind, and the thin clouds cling to the blue sky as if frozen. Staring into the distance, I felt a dull pain in my eyes. The breeze blew across the grass and then towards the forest.

The leaves on the treetops were whispering, and the howls of the spirit beasts were coming from far away, vague and subtle, as if they were coming from the entrance to another world. Otherwise everything was completely silent. There was no sound in my ears, and no one passed by me. I saw a flock of birds in the forest, suddenly rising from the grass and trees as if frightened, and flying towards the forest.

In an instant, the originally quiet and peaceful atmosphere disappeared.

The soul beasts on the ground of the Soul Hunting Forest cover half of the sky like a giant curtain of dark clouds. Under the vibration of the ground where the beast tide stepped on, the grass was falling piece by piece. Under the other half of the sky where the sun shines, hundreds of soul beasts of various colors attack from all directions.

The soul beasts seemed to have reached a certain consensus. Even if some of them were hunters and prey, they all put aside their prejudices and vigilance at this moment and came together to attack the player camp.

They sometimes run. The sound of footsteps was so mighty that it raised dust all over the sky. The scene is very spectacular!

If anyone were there, they would be amazed and their blood would boil with their screams.

Of course, this is just the impulse and emotion of bystanders.

If you are a player in it, you will never feel the slightest excitement or passion.

"Bang bang bang! bang bang bang! bang bang bang..."

Hundreds of soul beasts came galloping in unison, and there was an obvious earthquake on the ground. The simply built wooden house in the player's camp began to shake continuously, shaking the weeds on the roof of the wooden house, and the furniture in the house began to shake. It had fallen to the ground in a mess.

The players felt the earthquakes coming from all directions, and the immersive sense of terror enveloped their hearts. A sense of threat of approaching death was constantly transmitted to the cerebral cortex, provoking the fragile and sensitive nerves among them. There seemed to be another voice in their hearts constantly urging them:

"Run away!"

With such a realistic feeling, the players suddenly became more energetic after the early commotion.

In the regional channel, Yang Ming even encouraged them, saying:

"Brothers, there is a chance that soul bones will be revealed in this event, and you can make a fortune right before your eyes!"

For players, everything in front of them is just a game.

So after the commotion, when they saw Yang Ming's message, the players screamed with excitement and wanted to rush into the Soul Hunting Forest and have a three-hundred round with the soul beasts in the beast tide.

"European emperor or non-chieftain, it all depends on this battle!"

"Don't panic, we still have Jackson, bah bah bah, forget this is not a Blizzard game."

"We have laid enough traps. As long as we work together, resisting the beast tide is just a trivial matter!"

"Trenches yyds! Let's quickly enter the trenches as planned. I will use longbows and crossbows to pierce the heads of these soul beasts!"

"Tsk, tsk, I bought a batch of numbing pills from Sister Xia Dong. After breaking them into pieces and mixing them in water, they can be made into numbing arrows. I think they will be a big surprise for these soul beasts."

"Anesthetic arrows? Brother, your plan is too small. I bought a batch of highly poisonous pills and made them into highly poisonous arrows!"

"666, the big guys still have ideas."

"Come on, come on, let's all cheer up and don't capsize in the gutter!"

"Damn it, why are there so many soul beasts? There must be at least two hundred of them, right?"

"Let me count, Ma Dan, these group of soul beasts really think highly of us. There are really more than two hundred soul beasts. I wonder if there will be more in the future?"

"That's all, the worst is to fight them head-on. Anyway, we are players and can be resurrected, so what are we afraid of!"

"Let me ask you weakly, have you tried this game and can you really be resurrected?"

"No, the real ones in this game will be in pain for a long time if they are hit by the spirit beast. Who would want to taste death with nothing to do? Isn't that a disease?"

"Tsk, just be afraid now, this ghost game has no resurrection function."

"I'm afraid of a ball. If you're afraid of everything, just stop playing games!"

The players were chatting enthusiastically in the regional channel, but they did not forget about business. They jumped into the trenches within 500 meters of the player camp to get ready.

Now, it's time to verify whether the defense facilities in the player's camp work.

Yang Ming also jumped into the trench, stepped firmly on the wooden board, attached the crossbow arrow to the arrow, and then placed the crossbow arrow on the ground with the arrow pointed forward.

A needle-threading wild boar spread its short and fat legs and ran all the way on the ground. This needle-threading wild boar was stronger than the one Yang Ming had seen before, and it also had a family and a group of six people behind it. A total of eight needle-threading wild boars were running in a herringbone formation. When the grass and leaves on the ground were flying, the front needle-threading wild boar suddenly stepped into the air.

There must be a pit dug in the road ahead, with sharpened bamboo thorns arranged in the pit.

When the needle-threading wild boar fell into the hole, its high weight coupled with the impact of the up and down fall, the moment it came into contact with the bamboo thorns, even if it had rough skin and thick flesh, it couldn't bear it, and it suddenly felt a lot more... A punctured hole.

Although the bamboo thorns were scrapped after completing their tasks, they successfully taught this needle-threading wild boar a very harsh lesson. It was so painful that it almost burst into tears, and it made a painful sound of "humming humming" when its mouth opened slightly. , reluctantly climbed out of the pit, but found that it was very difficult to jump out of the pit, because the pit was dug very deep, at least three meters deep, and it could not jump out.

Several other needle-threading wild boars came over to take a look, and each one looked very anxious. They shouted "humming humming" a few times outside, seeming to realize that there was no way to rescue it in a short time, and then walked along. Continue on the established route.

However, soon, this group of needle-threading wild boars that had just abandoned their companions also stepped into the same trap.

(End of this chapter)