The muscular and scarred werewolf is called [Gray Wolf].
And the werewolf wearing a black robe is called [Black Wolf].
These two players are actually from the old area.
But these two people can be said to be losers in the old district.
The so-called "losers" are the players who were eliminated from the old zone.
Regardless of their skills, equipment, technology, etc., they have fallen far behind. In ten games, they will lose at least seven games.
But they never feel that they are weak. After all, there are many players like them, and there are even many who are better than them.
They often act like veteran players, and in the name of "advice", they condescendingly take care of the minor problems of new players, and then show off their ridiculous records.
When they get some props or equipment that they think are very good, they will go to communication groups or forums to show them off, and then say, "This is a decent prop. Newbies should learn more and read more."
They often boast that they want to take new people to fly, but despite their strength, they often lose.
Then they would attribute the reason for the loss to the newcomer being too incompetent, saying things like "can't lead" and "one against nine".
Sometimes, these people even dare to criticize the gameplay of some little masters in some player groups, but once such little masters happen to pop up, they can immediately go over to kneel and lick them as if nothing happened.
Their mentality is always inexplicably inflated. Even though they have achieved nothing, they can naturally act like "I am the best in the world".
Just like those supporting characters in novels who are forcibly reduced to intelligence.
There is no doubt that there really are such people in this world.
They always feel that they have talent and ability, but they are just unlucky. Once they have the opportunity, they can soar into the sky.
But how can anyone seize such a thing as opportunity?
Now, the two players [Gray Wolf] and [Black Wolf] feel that they have seized the opportunity.
They feel that the new area is their opportunity. In the new area, there are all new players. With their strength, they can quickly become masters and get everything they dream of.
Therefore, the two "resolutely" gave up the "precious wealth" they did not have in the old district and came to the new district.
As expected, the two people who won the first game in the new area were extremely confident.
Even in this second game, the two of them actually obtained a werewolf with a power of up to two stars after transformation!
Two-star strength! Other players who have only played one game may still have zero-star strength, or one star at most.
With the strength of the two stars, coupled with their strong skills and awareness, they are very confident and do not need any strategy at all. This copy can be pushed all the way easily!
After the two of them transformed into werewolves at night, they happened to hear a wolf howling that was not their teammates.
Out of confidence in themselves, the two of them rushed over without any hesitation.
Likewise, although the two of them realized that this was not a player before they showed up, they still stood up without fear.
What's puzzling is that none of the people on the other side ran away.
There is no doubt that this little werewolf girl is a player. There should be one or two players who talked to her before, but why don’t the saved NPCs run away?
Gray Wolf and the others take it for granted that it is impossible for all the players on the opposite side to gather together, because they cannot determine who is a wolf and who is a human, just like their own team did not choose to gather together, but each played their own game.
You must be scared out of your wits, right?
Hehe, the quality of the newcomers is just poor.
Shaking his head silently, the gray wolf's body slowly became transparent until it disappeared.
This is the signature skill of thieves [Stealth].
In the last dungeon, Gray Wolf and Black Wolf entered a fantasy and magical dungeon world, the kind of dragons, elves, and dwarves.
In this copy, both of them obtained skills and props that they thought were good.
For example, the gray wolf obtains the dagger and [Stealth], and the black wolf obtains the magic cloak and skill [magic missile].
Seeing the gray wolf using stealth, the black wolf couldn't help but become a little anxious.
There are only so many heads here, and he can't rob them all by himself.
Hei Lang stretched out his hand and slowly extended his right hand to the fat man closest to him.
The next moment, a series of light balls emitted from Hei Lang's hand, shooting towards Qian Pangpang in front of him.
There are more than a dozen of these light groups, all of them are shining with strong light, and they look quite extraordinary.
At the same time, Hei Lang was thinking proudly: "Oh, these newbies will definitely run away in panic, but magic missiles are locked skills. No matter how you dodge, you can't dodge them."
But the next moment, in Hei Lang's shocked eyes, Qian Pangpang remained motionless in front of these magic missiles, letting them all hit him one by one.
After all, Qian Pangpang is an old player, and he is a good player. How could he not even recognize Magic Missile?
So when Hei Lang stretched out his hand, Qian Pangpang recognized it and didn't even think about hiding.
These seemingly missiles only look powerful, but they are not actually very powerful magic.
At the very least, these dozen missiles hit Qian Pangpang like a ping ping ping pong, but they didn't even break the corners of his clothes.
Watching the missile hit him with a calm expression, Qian Pangpang patted the non-existent dust on his body, then laughed sinisterly, picked up the ax, and strode towards the black wolf.
"Now it's my turn to attack. Little Werewolf Mage, how many times do you think you can hold me back?"
On the other side, Zui Jianxian tilted his head and looked at the footprints getting closer and closer to him on the ground, feeling very confused in his heart.
This is on the dirt. How come this guy can't even cover his footprints?
As the footprints move to the left, Drunken Sword Immortal's gaze also follows to the left and right, and Drunken Sword Immortal also follows to the right.
This made the gray wolf feel a little confused. He didn't know whether he should take action or not, and even his pace slowed down a bit.
Just when he was hesitating, Drunken Sword Immortal lost his patience.
Drunken Sword Immortal raised his right leg and kicked it hard toward the footprints.
The gray wolf was startled and jumped backwards to avoid this leg, but at the same time he was forced to exit the stealth state.
At the same time, a scream sounded from behind the gray wolf.
"Ah! Help!" That was Hei Lang's desperate cry for help when he saw that the magic barrier he had tried his best to hold up was shattered by an axe.
The next moment, along with a "crash" sound, Qian Pangpang's angry shout and Hei Lang's cry of pain sounded at the same time.
Chapter completed!