Chapter 597 Not together?
"hiss……"
The black jade blood python let out a low and intimidating hiss, and its huge body slightly adjusted its direction. The huge snake head slowly raised up and looked down at the several orcs who were frozen in place.
"Pfft!"
A werewolf warrior's legs went limp and he fell to his knees, the fishy liquid instantly soaking his leather pants.
The other one screamed hysterically, no longer caring about his companions, and fled backwards, but was tripped by a corpse on the ground, and crawled frantically in the blood and mud using his hands and feet.
Collapse! Complete collapse!
Fear spread like a plague among the werewolf warriors on the battlefield.
A Mo was like a wolf rushing towards a flock of sheep, as if their identities had been reversed. With a slap of his tail, a large number of sheep were killed, and no one knew how many were crushed to death by his body.
The rest of the players were stunned, especially the players who had just besieged the Orc Centurion.
They knew best how difficult it was to deal with the Centurion, but under Amo's body, it was like a puddle of plasticine that could be kneaded at will.
"Damn, I can't compare!" someone sighed.
The battle pet is so powerful, how powerful must I be!
Someone else yelled, "Kill them quickly. With the help of the big guys, we can definitely win."
For a moment, all the players in the wolf and leopard battlefields were excited and killed very hard.
Gradually, the war cries were replaced by wailings of fear. All the orcs who could still move dropped their weapons, like ants in a burst of flames. They pushed and trampled on the corpses and wounded of their companions, and fled desperately in the distance!
Especially those two killers!
I hope I won’t run into them!
The battlefield fell into an eerie silence at this moment.
The wind swept across the blood-stained wasteland, but it could not blow away the thick smell of blood.
The setting sun was as red as blood, casting a layer of dark red light on the broken bodies and frozen terrified faces scattered across the battlefield, like a painting of hell.
A Mo's huge body swam slowly and silently returned to Xiao Jin's side, like the most loyal guard, perching beside her blood-stained shadow.
The cold vertical pupils scanned the devastated battlefield, and the scarlet tongue occasionally flickered, catching the breath of death in the air.
After an unknown amount of time, the wolf-headed orcs slowly retreated.
[Ding——The first stage mission: Win this small battle, completed.]
[Rewards: 20000 points, 5 strengthening stones, 2 wooden treasure chests, and calculation of kill rewards... Note: All rewards will be distributed after the player returns to the landing point. ]
A cold system prompt sounded in Xiao Jin's mind, and a light blue light curtain that only she could see flashed at the edge of her vision.
In the war channel, after a brief silence, it erupted like a long-suppressed volcano:
"Win... Win? We won?!"
"Oh my god! Points! Strengthening stones! Treasure chest! Modo Modo~"
"It's that big guy! It's that big guy and his snake! So fierce! One man and one snake killed their way through the entire battlefield!"
“Woo woo woo…I survived…I survived!”
"Where is the boss? The boss accepts my greeting! From now on, you are my real father!"
"Coordinates! Report the boss' coordinates! I want to curry favor with him! No, I want to pay my respects to him!"
The ecstasy of surviving the disaster, the excitement for the generous rewards, and the awe of the figure standing beside the giant python caused everyone to frantically refresh the channel over and over again.
Of course, there are many things like this. There are more powerful players than just Xiao Jin, and even the player from Country Z is not the first to complete the stage task.
However, this does not stop those who want to come up and curry favor with them!
In the distance, corpses were piled up, and the green blood of animals and the dark red blood of humans mixed together, forming a dirty mud under the setting sun.
And in the center of the mud, a figure stood quietly.
The black coat on Xiao Jin had long been soaked with blood, solidifying into a dark hard shell that clung tightly to his body, outlining a slightly thin but unusually upright outline.
Her face and hands were also stained with blood, and the solidified blood scabs made her look like a Shura fished out of a pool of blood.
Only those eyes, looking through the messy, blood-stained hair, were still as cold and calm as obsidian immersed in the depths of a cold pond, without a ripple.
At this moment, Xiao Jin lowered his head slightly, and casually held the long knife that was also stained with blood in his right hand, with the tip of the knife pointing diagonally at the ground.
Beside her, the terrifying black jade python was coiled, its huge head slightly raised, its cold vertical pupils scanning the edge of the battlefield, looking at the players here with a gaze mixed with fanaticism and fear.
And those excited players who wanted to get closer to express their gratitude and curry favor, all the impulses were instantly extinguished when they met Amo's emotionless and cold vertical pupils.
My feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, and a chill rushed from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
The ecstasy on their faces quickly faded, leaving only instinctive fear and awe.
There was no cheering, no crowding, Xiao Jin didn't care at all about what the players were thinking.
She waved her hand, and Ah Mo beside her understood what Xiao Jin meant. So he shook his body, and from a giant python as big as a hill, he instantly turned into a small black snake as thick as a chopstick.
It nodded and slowly climbed up Xiao Jin's legs. Finally, its cold body brushed against her white collarbone and rested on her neck.
One black and one white, forming a sharp contrast.
At this time, because the wolf-headed orcs retreated, the only ones left on the battlefield besides the players and the dying warriors were the leopard orcs.
An orc who looked like a general shouted something, and the army began to retreat in an orderly manner, and some of them rushed forward to clean up the battlefield.
If you encounter injured soldiers from your own side, carry them down for treatment; if you encounter the enemy wolf-headed orcs, give them another blow.
After a while, the players gradually gathered together. But after a closer look, they found that there were only about 300 people around, which did not match the 10,000 people they knew before!
"Something's wrong. Where are those people? They can't all be dead!" a player asked doubtfully.
Someone denied it outright: "Impossible, if you look carefully at the ground, there are only a few thousand bodies at most, most of them are NPCs."
Another female player said, "That's the only possibility left. The rest of the players were assigned to other battlefields."
This possibility is very high, and Xiao Jin thinks so too.
The system prompt only said that it was a "competitive copy", but did not reveal how many camps there were and where they were divided.