Players Please Respect Yourself

   Chapter 19 Ashe

   Ashe was careless.

When    came out of the post, the red moon had faded and the sky was bright.

   Watching the morning light sway the earth, Ashe, who was in pain, was extremely tired, so he relaxed his vigilance. When passing by a pile of bushes, I did not expect a fishing net made of thick hemp rope to be thrown inside.

   Usually she has a hundred ways to crack such a clumsy attack.

   Injury dulled her.

Although she immediately pulled out her saber and ripped open half of the fishing net, it only freed her one arm. Her head, neck and body were covered by the fishing net, causing her to lose her biggest Advantage - Agility.

   Ashe stabbed the dark-skinned ghost that smothered her, but there was absolutely no way to stop more ghosts.

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

  I don't know how many sticks, which are extremely primitive, rained down on her.

   The head, neck, arms, waist, and legs are all targets of ghost attacks.

   hit her left arm again, and the piercing pain made her move for a while.

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

   I know very well what kind of situation I am in.

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

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

  At least...I'm at least in the hands of a hero like Jason.

   Heck, 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 grinned and tied her up and dragged her away cruelly...

   On the other hand, Wang Hao was in trouble.

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

   "Rather than let her be killed by ghosts, what comes first, what comes first, it's better for me to come... ah!" Wang Hao hated the armor on his body. This thing will make him lose his integrity if he is not careful.

   He didn't even realize that there was a light gray patch on the back of his armor.

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

   Listening to the broken-mouthed players saying "Killing Sister and Proving Dao 2.0!" and "Green Prairie!" Wang Hao knew that he had no choice at all.

   Taking a look at the player favorability system marked on the retina, Wang Hao directly selected the top 30.

   He looked at [Brightening Dawn of the Sky]: "You, find 20 elite soldiers to come with me. For the rest, guard this post."

   Zhuo Xiao and other players immediately received the system notification:

  【Special rescue mission triggered! 】

  【The great Lord Momoa could not tolerate a heroine he admired being murdered by a vile ghost. You, who are deeply trusted by the lord (top 21 in player favorability), were selected by the lord and set off immediately to rescue the heroine Ashe! Mission success reward: 1000 experience, 100 lord favorability, and professional skills: ? ? ? Mission Failure Penalty: None! 】

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

  The players immediately boiled.

   Is there such a benefit?

   They finally realized what the lord's favorability was.

  I don’t usually feel it, but at a critical moment, those scumbags with negative favorability will not be able to turn to the good ones.

   Jun Muqi and the **** of tulips suddenly became sour: "Che, it's not a greedy body."

   As everyone knows, a traveler heard it: these two guys, don't ask, they must be the kind of **** who read novels and became a writer reader group, and they desperately posted yellow pictures, plus they asked the group owner (writer) to wear women's clothes.

   They didn't know yet, they offended Wang Hao.

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

   In case the old nest is copied, he can still make a comeback.

right! This street demon king (pseudo) is so cautious.

   As for the runway...Three points have been set, 'return' at any time.

   Ghost's camp is easy to find, it's better to say that they didn't plan 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 get closer, you will find that it is a black banner, wearing the skeleton of a giant who is less than three meters high in his lifetime. The skeleton is only half-length, from the waist to the skull, without arm bones.

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

  Crayfish people 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 can make all existences affiliated to Wang Hao within a radius of 100 meters gain the bonus of water system - resist sunlight, increase mobility by 10%, obtain a current armor with a defense of only 10 points, and increase the offset value of the enemy when attacking allies 5% (easy to miss).

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

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

   This is a small camp that stands on a small hill and originally had at most thirty ghosts.

  Seven or eight tent-like things, plus there are two wooden fences on the right path that act as horses, and that's it.

   I wonder if some ghosts died last night, not even a sentinel.

  Wang Hao deliberately asked the system to give the players an order to keep silent and sneak in secretly. Anyway, he brought this group of players with a little discipline into the camp.

   soon found out that he should be too careful.

   The ghosts in the daytime don't seem to be so ghostly. They are more like ordinary black people. Even the canine-like fangs on the upper jaw have been shortened by half, but they have just grown to the bottom of the chin.

   Thirteen ghosts gathered in the center of the camp.

  There is an octopus-shaped sculpture with a very Cthulhu style, with a wooden body and soft tentacles. Visually, it should be the tendon of a human or some creature.

There are various bones scattered on the ground around   , including animal bones, and more human bones. You can tell by looking at the shape of the skull.

   These half-human, half-ghost fanatics danced like epilepsy, without a sense of rhythm, it was a complete vent of madness.

   They wielded bone machetes with only two palms in their hands.

   A guy wearing a crown like a peacock feather and dressed as a priest, kept making gestures on Ashe's face, as if he was disgusting Ashe's expression was not scary enough.

  Ai Xi's appearance is lovable and makes Wang Hao want to laugh a little.

   This heroine is so miserable.

  Hands and feet are tied to a boom, um, like the kind of barbecue grill for roasting whole lamb. It's just that below her is not a huge bonfire, but a large bathtub-like basin that is boiling water.

   (end of this chapter)