As soon as the dark sky came out of the vast range, almost all players in the envelope immediately left their sight.

Only a few players who point out the specialties of "Dark Vision" or "Night Battle" have a few meters of vision.

Then the commanders of various guilds and squads shouted wildly: "Please use lighting, those who don't have lighting technology will light the torch for me."

Similar sounds come one after another.

Soon, light balls and torches were raised.

There are at least hundreds of light balls, and there should be three or four hundred torches.

Logically speaking, such a number of light sources should be able to illuminate the entire valley basin, but these light sources are like matches in the dark. The light sources are there, but they are pitifully weak and seem to be unable to penetrate at all. Even if there are hundreds of light sources, the range that can be illuminated is not large, and it barely forms a feeling of evening dusk.

"The enemy's dark magic can absorb light." A commander immediately reacted and shouted, "Is there any light priest? See if the sun shines on this group of light? "

Soon several small suns were at the bottom of the valley, and several appeared on the hillside.

The light in the entire valley basin has become brighter, but it is only brighter, and it is not as good as the day.

At this time, there was a crescent moon in the sky.

The surrounding environment looked very strange, as if everything was covered with a layer of black mist.

But the players were very excited, and many people shouted: "Looking at this, the boss is coming out!"

Sure enough, as soon as their words came, a group of dense bats flew out.

Unlike the small bats I saw before, the size of these bats is at least three times larger than before, and each bat has spread its wings about one meter.

After the group of bats flew out, countless densely packed small bats followed behind them, looking like a long stream of black smoke flying out of the castle.

"It's developed, with so many bats, there must be many vampires."

Many players shouted in surprise, and some players subconsciously wiped the saliva from the corners of their mouths.

The large group of bats flying in the front gathered together and turned into a pale, old man wearing black aristocratic costume.

Bruce looked around, his eyes widened, and shouted, "You damn golden sons, we have lived here for hundreds of years. You dare to break into our land. This is your own search..."

Before Bruce finished speaking, dozens of fishing nets were thrown up from below, followed by countless crossbow arrows, bows and arrows, and colorful magic missiles.

From a distance, it looks like a circle of variegated halos shrinking.

"Oh, no matter what, I'll output a wave first. The person who kills him will get fifty points."

The ranged profession is vigorously output, while the melee profession is looking at the boss hanging in the sky, so he can only worry.

"Get it down, get it down. Let's rub the knife."

A long-range strike hit Blues, but all the attacks stopped three centimeters outside his body.

Short decay, magic fails.

"A bunch of ants!" Bruce waved his hand, and the dense groups of bats behind him turned into vampires and began to suppress the magic in the air.

The magic as dense as raindrops sprinkled from the air. A typical carpet-type bombing was not long, and more than half of the players in the dark sky were killed or injured. What's even more outrageous is that Bruce also took action.

He rubbed a black ball of dark energy with both hands, and finally threw it down. The circle that fell in the air should rotate, causing a black whirlwind to draw the circle at an extremely fast speed, sucking everything in a certain range into the center of the air outlet, and then spilling out pieces of blood and flesh.

The players rushed to carry out a limited counterattack, successfully defeating several unlucky vampires. Then the still alive players rushed over and burned the vampires who fell to the ground into flames with fire or magic flames.

Then put the bone meal with the red embers of flame into your system backpack.

Because there are too many monks and few meats, some can absorb several taels, while others can only absorb more than ten grams.

But even if it is just a few grams, it is a small amount of money.

Bruce became more and more angry when he looked at these golden sons who were desperate to steal ashes, but in this anger, he felt a little chill.

At this time, Roland was standing on the top of the mountain. He was not shrouded in the dark sky, so he could only see a huge black sphere, and could not see the environment inside the sphere.

However, there are more and more players around.

Some players also began to build a simple temple of life nearby.

Then green light shone, and many players resurrected from the sacrificial platform, and then followed the players who followed him and rushed into the black sphere again as if going crazy.

Jeriya stood beside Roland, looking at the Golden Son who had been going on one after another, with a little fear in his eyes. He looked down at the mountain behind him and found that there were still many people riding from a distance.

I guess he should be the son of gold.

He roughly estimated that there should be more than 3,000 gold sons here.

"Are all your tribe members crazy?"

Jeriya looked at a player who was resurrected from the sacrificial platform, his eyes turned red, and he called "Leave me some ashes", and rushed into the dark sky again madly, and couldn't help but say this.

"They want to make money. A vampire may be fifty gold coins and a dark creature. If you kill it, why don't you make a profit?"

Jeriya looked at the densely packed son of gold rushing into the dark sky, feeling a little dry mouth. He couldn't help but loosen the collar on his throat: "But there is no need to be so crazy."

"Don't be crazy, you're not a vampire's opponent." Roland said lightly.

"Then you won't take action?"

Roland said with a smile: "I'm waiting for the most appropriate time."

At this time, in the dark sky, the vampires discovered something wrong.

They have obviously killed so many gold sons, at least two or three thousand, so why are there so many outside rushing in!

In a trance, one or two more vampires were pulled down by fishing nets, or were hit by arrows, or were hit by magic missiles.

Although the counterattacks of these Golden Sons seem to be very weak compared to them.

But every once in a while, there will always be people in tribes who are caught and fall to the ground. Then a large group of gold sons who have been prepared will pounce on them with red eyes, burn them with fire, and roast them with magic... They can turn their tribes into piles of ashes in less than a minute.

Then they also snatched the ashes, like hungry dogs snatching shit to eat.

After the robbery, they would look up again and look at them with pairs of red eyes, like a hungry dog ​​watching the shit that Yituo wanted to swallow into his stomach.

Although nearly two hundred blood clans still maintained firepower suppression in the air, and continued to slaughter the son of gold.

But all the blood clans felt a bad feeling in their hearts.
Chapter completed!