Players Please Respect Yourself

Ashe was careless.

When he came out of the outpost, the crimson moon had faded and the sky was getting brighter.

Seeing the morning sun swaying on the ground, Ashe, who was in pain, was extremely tired, so she relaxed her vigilance. When passing by a pile of bushes, I didn't expect a fishing net made of thick hemp rope to be thrown out of it.

Usually, she has a hundred ways to break such a clumsy attack.

The injury had dulled her.

Although she pulled out the saber immediately and broke through a small half of the fishing net, it only freed her one arm. Her head, neck and body were covered by the fishing net, which made her lose her biggest strength. The advantage is agile.

Ashe killed the black-skinned ghost who stalked her with a knife, but there was no way to stop more ghosts.

These humanoid monsters seemed to be fearless of death, and rushed towards her from all directions. Even if their necks were cut off and their hearts were pierced, the other ghosts were not afraid.

I don't know how many extremely primitive sticks hit her like raindrops.

The head, neck, arms, waist, and legs are all the targets of ghosts.

The left arm was hit again, and the piercing pain made her stop.

The ghosts seized this opportunity, swarmed up, pressed the female ranger to the ground, and even skillfully stripped off her leather boots, taking out the last small dagger she hid in the boots.

Be very aware of the situation you are in.

Ashe didn't beg for mercy, ironically, the eyes of the man who called himself Jason Momoa, who returned to reason from the frenzy, appeared in her mind very vividly at this moment.

I don't want to die at the hands of these scumbags.

At least... I will at least fall into the hands of a hero like Jason.

Hell, instead of this, I might as well follow Jason...

Ashe didn't know why she had such thoughts, she was still struggling in vain.

She watched helplessly as the black-skinned ghost tied her up with a grinning grin, and dragged her away cruelly...

On the other hand, Wang Hao was in trouble.

After entering this damn world, he regretted it for the first time.

"Rather than let her be killed by the ghost, it's better for me to come... Ah bah!" Wang Hao hated the armor on his body. If this thing is not careful, it will make him lose his morals by a large margin.

He didn't realize at all that a light gray patch appeared on the back waist of his armor.

A choice was before him: to save or not to save?

Listening to the mouth-splitting players saying "Killing sisters to prove the Tao 2.0!", "Qingqing prairie!" Wang Hao knew that he had no choice at all.

After glancing at the player favorability marked by the system on the retina, Wang Hao directly chose the top 30.

He looked at [Scorching Dawn in the Sky]: "You, find 20 elite fighters and follow me. The rest, guard this outpost."

Zhuo Xiao and other players immediately received the system notification:

[Special rescue mission triggered! 】

【The great Lord Momoa couldn't tolerate a heroine he admired being murdered by a vile ghost. You, who are trusted by the lord (the top 21 in the player's favorability), have been selected by the lord, set off immediately to rescue the heroine Ashe! Task success reward: 1000 experience, 100 lord favorability, and professional skills: ? ? ? Task failure penalty: None! 】

Because Zhuo Xiao was directly appointed as the team leader, his experience reward was 2000.

The players suddenly boiled over.

There is such a benefit?

They finally realized what the lord's favorability was for.

I don't usually feel it, but at critical moments, if there are benefits, those scumbags with negative favorability will not be able to turn.

Jun Muqi and the God of Tulip suddenly felt sour: "Cut, it's not the body that is greedy."

Unexpectedly, a certain traveler heard it: These two guys, don't ask, they must be the kind of bastards who read novels and joined the readership of writers, and desperately distributed pornographic pictures, and also asked the group leader (writer) to wear women's clothes.

They didn't know that they had offended Wang Hao.

To be on the safe side, Wang Hao didn't use the boundary stone he just got.

In case the old nest is copied, he can still turn the tables.

right! This Street Fighting Demon King (pseudo) is so cautious.

As for running away... three points have been set, and I can 'return' at any time.

The Specter's camp is easy to find, it's better to say that they didn't try to hide it at all, these guys are obviously the tyrants here!

A huge skull flag fluttered in the wind.

From a distance, it looks like an undead in a black cloak, but when you look closer, you will find that it is a big black flag, wearing the skeleton of a giant who was at least three meters tall. The skeleton is only half, from the waist to the skull, without arm bones.

From the place where the player witnessed Ashe being captured, there was a long trail of dragging, along with the footprints of a dozen ghosts, extending to a distance of one kilometer from the outpost.

Crayfish are actually quite afraid of the sun.

Wang Hao had to activate the [Dark Water Curtain] that came with the Demon King Armor. This skill allows all the existences belonging to Wang Hao within a radius of 100 meters to gain water bonuses to resist sunlight, increase mobility by 10%, obtain a water armor with a defense power of only 10 points, and increase the offset value of enemies when attacking friendly forces by 5 % (easy to miss).

The price is 1 point of mental power every 5 seconds, and 2 points of morality every minute.

Wang Hao approached the camp cautiously, only to realize that he was really worrying too much.

This is a small camp standing on a small hill, originally there were only thirty ghosts at most.

Seven or eight tent-like things, plus two wooden fences on the right way up to keep horses away, and that's it.

I don't know if some ghosts died last night, not even a sentinel.

Wang Hao purposely asked the system to give the players the order to silence and sneak in secretly, and at least he led this group of players with a little bit of discipline into the camp.

It soon became apparent that he should have been too careful.

The ghosts in the daytime don't seem so ghostly, they are more like ordinary blacks, even the canine-like fangs on the upper jaw have been shortened by half, and they just grow to the bottom of the jaw.

Thirteen ghosts gathered in the center of the camp.

There is an octopus-shaped sculpture in the style of Cthulhu. The body is carved in wood, but the tentacles are soft. Visually, it should be the tendon of a human being or some creature.

Various bones are scattered on the surrounding ground, including animal bones and more human bones, as you can tell from the shape of the skull.

These half-human, half-ghost zealots dance like epilepsy, without rhythm, just a kind of crazy vent.

They wield bone scimitars that are only two palms long in their hands.

A guy wearing a crown of peacock feathers and dressed like a priest kept gesticulating on Ashe's face, as if he disliked Ashe's expression of not being fearful enough.

Ai Xi's appearance was so endearing, it made Wang Hao want to laugh.

This heroine is so miserable.

Hands and feet tied to a boom, um, like a whole lamb grill. It's just that it's not a huge bonfire below her, but a big bathtub-like basin, which is boiling water.