Players' NPC boss

Chapter 63: Scene 4: The Altar and the Sinister Six

Blazer was very agile, and it didn't take too long for him to run from Wolf Head Grass Village to the Sacrificial Stone Forest.

He didn't think about anything while running wildly, he just wanted to get rid of the boredom in his heart, but he didn't succeed until he came to the Sacrificial Stone Forest.

When he first came to the Sacrificial Stone Forest, he thought it was just a historical relic and a pilgrimage site for believers. Now in his opinion, this is the end of the cursed Arcadia people, who built a majestic but unknown tombstone with their faith and love.

Blazer lowered his head and stepped into the mist with a humble attitude.

He could hear the painful panting of the werewolves in the cracks of the stone. He didn't know whether the sun's rays made them feel uncomfortable or they recalled the past in their dreams.

Blazer followed the clear footprints on the ground, passed through the smooth stone forest, walked into the deep tunnel, and came to a huge underground space.

[Ancient Silver Altar]

It is not completely dark here. A huge hole has been cut into the rock above the altar. Although the sky can be seen, the sunlight is blocked by the stone forest. Only a few fragments of light keep the whole space in a blurry state.

In the center of the altar is a withered tree, and the boy wrapped in lion skin is standing under the tree.

The boy heard the movement of Blaze coming, turned his head, and showed a surprised expression.

"Sir Knight?" Romeo smiled after a brief surprise.

"Is Juliet... okay?"

"There is nothing wrong except that she doesn't talk."

"Really?" The smile on Romeo's face became far-fetched, and he looked up at the crack above the altar and muttered to himself.

That was the encounter between the boy and the girl.

What Blaze saw from Juliet was Romeo's bravery and strength, but Romeo said that he was a coward who was afraid of death.

Use fighting to escape fate, and use pain to cover up cowardice.

Unlike other silver believers who avoid the appearance of werewolves, he almost always maintains the appearance of a werewolf.

Because werewolves don't cry, but he, who looks like a human, can't help but cry loudly when he encounters a little difficulty. It was Juliet who gave him the courage to love and face his mission.

Blaze approached Romeo. Although this big boy described himself as a crying coward, he held a silver dagger in his hand.

"The blood in my body has gradually become filthy, and I can feel that another evil soul is gradually occupying my body."

"I don't want to hurt anyone, and I don't want to wake up one day and the person I love has become a corpse under my feet and blood foam in my mouth."

"So you have made up your mind to die here? Leave Juliet alone here to end her life?"

"There is no way, this is the fate that Arcadian people cannot escape." Romeo's eyes were red, but he smiled pretending to be strong.

Blaze finally knew what was holding him back. Romeo, the silver believers, and even all the people of Arcadia, all of them regarded becoming irrational werewolves as an inevitable fate.

The world is so beautiful, the world is so broad, but they died one after another in this dark corner, missing their beloved forever.

Who can accept this!

"By me, by me..." Blaze clenched his fists and pressed Romeo against the withered tree.

"Sir Knight? You have to help me complete it..."

"No!" Blaze growled, snatched the silver dagger hidden in Romeo's hand, and slowly retreated.

"I'll do it, I'll help you!"

"You wait here!"

...

"Herbie Hermes, you have a guest." The chicken fluttered its wings and landed on the branch, saying to Herbie who was washing dishes.

"Full name...?" Herbie twitched the corner of her mouth bitterly. She knew very well that the change of address symbolized distance.

From the nickname that sums up her whole person, the profiteer, to her full name... this is not a good sign.

Hebi washed her hands and walked in the direction the chicken pointed. She knew the chicken was watching not far away, either monitoring or protecting.

Not far from Wolf Head Grass Village, a group of people were standing under a giant tree waiting. It was a combination that would make people dizzy just by looking at it.

The death druid who tainted life and spread corruption, the ripper who swore to save life but harvested life, the ogre who put his own people on the table and feasted on them, and the chainsaw demon who took pleasure in tearing and crushing.

And the evil god writer who used the brush that conveyed beauty to open the door for the evil god.

Any of these five people would cause a very terrifying riot in any town, but now the five people gathered together and appeared in front of her.

"Is this everyone?" Hebi pinched her palms hard with her hands behind her back to maintain her calmness.

"No, one more is missing."

...

Five people were hiding not far away and observing secretly. The Viking follower whispered uneasily: "Didn't the NPC say that when they see the evil player, they will rush forward with a posture of mutual destruction? It looks like those five people are waiting for Hermes."

"How should I know!"

"Death Druid, Ogre, Chainsaw Demon, Ripper, Evil God Writer, this is a pirated version of the Sinister Six, the Sinister Six."

"Six? Aren't there only five?"

"Stop arguing!" The little girl interrupted the muttering of the followers, stood in the middle and opened her arms to hold the necks of the four people with difficulty.

"There are only five of them, and the average level is no more than LV50. Our average level is LV85 minus me. If we go together, they will never think that we are going to kill that NPC."

"This is not good, the other party is a friendly NPC."

"Huh!?" The little girl raised her eyebrows and hit each of the four heads under her.

"Rebellion."

"No?" The four people turned back in confusion, and no one of them spoke.

They turned their heads in unison, and then kept their mouths open like a freeze-frame painting.

"Back, back, back, back--"

"What?" The little girl turned her head impatiently, and a huge shadow enveloped them.

It was a pale face, and the scarlet paint covered the huge wound across the face, forming a weird smile.

He was wearing a suit, but this poor suit was almost burst by his huge muscles.

He held a balloon in one hand and a dagger in the other, and the dagger was dripping with blood, as if he had just used the dagger to perform a funny magic trick on his face.

The clown was supposed to amuse the audience with thrilling acrobatics, but he danced amid the screams of the audience.

The little girl rolled her eyes and turned into a virtual block in the leakage warning and three emergency warnings and disappeared.

The other four people saw this and immediately logged out and disappeared on the spot.

The clown scratched the back of his head for no apparent reason, and looked at the balloon in his hand with some trouble. He just wanted to give a gift.

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