In the case that the difficulty of elves increases with the number of appearances, of course, the sooner they are captured, the better.
Everyone understands this truth, but the reason why theory is theory is because once it is implemented in action, it is completely different.
If the dormitory next to the enemy heard these words exchanged by Tang Xinjue and others, a mouthful of old blood would spit out: I want it all, who wouldn't want it all? But they can't do it!
If they say the same thing in the same tone, the roommate may think they are stimulated and crazy.
But after Tang Xinjue said it, no one in 606 raised any objections.
Once they make a decision, no matter how difficult it is, they must go forward and never back down.
The roars of the elves and the shouts of the candidates were mixed together, and the smell of blood and blood in the air was getting stronger every second, which represented that one elf after another had been successfully captured.
third floor. The shield girl put away her cloak, tore off a band-aid and slapped it on her arm.
Ma Xiaobo hesitated to speak: "...Sister, this Band-Aid seems to be not as big as your wound, can it work?"
Above the tumbling and trembling cloak, the shield girl's arm was bleeding profusely, and the band-aid was soaked in blood almost instantly, but the girl didn't seem to notice it.
The shield girl glanced down, her face remained unchanged: "I don't have a bandage."
Ma Xiaobo: "..."
Why can you say this sentence so plainly? ? Is this the world of the strong? ? !
He fumbled in his pockets in a panic. He was a little hasty when he was caught by the elf, and he didn't bring any medicine. So he carefully looked at the three silent boys at the other end of the balcony, trying to get close:
"Well, brothers, can you help me out by borrowing some hemostatic medicine? Or bandages are also fine. A classmate is injured here. Look..."
He originally thought that the shield boss had a great reputation, and ordinary candidates would definitely not refuse in such a situation in order to make friends. However, I didn't expect that only my own voice was awkward in the air, but the other side ignored me.
If the two boys leaning against the corner of the wall and shivering like a punishment still glanced at him, then the masked man leaning on the guardrail alone didn't even lift his eyelids, just like when the elf jumped up just now.
"Don't get close to them." Just when Ma Xiaobo was at a loss, the shield girl's voice sounded coldly: "They are informers."
"???!!!"
Ma Xiaobo almost bit his tongue, backed up so fast that he almost slipped his waist.
Catching Ma Xiaobo who was on the verge of falling, the shield girl glanced at Yueqiong.
To her surprise, since Yue Qiong failed to snatch the elves with Tang Xinjue, he didn't know why he was quiet. Even when this wave of elves jumped up to the third floor, he didn't even intend to fight for it. The girl took two of them by herself.
Girls don't believe that he can show good intentions, most likely he is brewing some conspiracy again.
Yue Qiong's eyes were indifferent, indifferent to the scrutiny of the outside world.
He didn't move, firstly because he was injured, and secondly because he was afraid of the girls in 606, especially the toilet.
He himself couldn't figure out why the toilet tap could attack him, why the rules of the game didn't stop him... Could it be that the other party had some special ability that could even fool the rules
In a place that ordinary people can't see, a black mist is slowly swimming around his heart, like a needle thread that is automatic without wind, as if it is repairing something.
The two sides had different thoughts, and no one spoke. Only Ma Xiaobo stared blankly and cautiously for a long while, but in the end his conscience couldn't be bothered, and he said to the shield girl, "Otherwise, I'll go look in your dormitory, is there any bandages or something?"
I don't know if it's because the scratched area of the elf is also poisonous. Judging by the amount of bleeding, Ma Xiaobo is afraid that she will lose too much blood and die.
Besides, standing on the balcony probably won't be of much help, so it's better to do what you can.
After getting permission, Ma Xiaobo breathed a sigh of relief, and walked carefully into the bedroom to start searching.
At the same time, the remaining elves had climbed to the sixth floor.
Exactly as Tang Xinjue guessed, after being captured by the candidates on the first fifth floor, the number of elves left at this moment is not too many, exactly five.
Tang Xinjue and Zheng Wanqing looked at each other and flew up.
Guo Guo, who had the weakest melee combat ability, was arranged in the back according to the plan. When he saw the elf jumping up with his teeth and claws, his eyelids trembled involuntarily.
"I don't know how the game got its name. It's also an elf. I think it's called a blue-faced fang monster. The university town really likes this thing that falls from the sky?..."
She murmured in a low voice, then quickly took apart the fireworks and tied them to the lucky bow and arrow, then bit the back teeth and pulled the bow.
Boom!
All four arrows were shot!
This is a plan they just came up with impromptu.
These "elves" generally do not jump to the same balcony, and are basically far apart. To catch them all at the same time, they must be attracted by other means.
In the second round, as the strength of the elves rose sharply, their temper and aggression also rose sharply.
In this case, the hatred value will also be useful.
Sure enough, all the elves who were shot by the lucky bow and arrow roared angrily, and the scales stood up one by one on the arched back. After discovering that the person attacking them was a skinny little girl, she immediately ran forward with four claws.
"Their physical strength has indeed been strengthened a lot." Tang Xinjue got rid of one and tied the cloak tightly:
"It's just that my brain hasn't caught up."
The second elf slammed down high, Tang Xinjue tiptoed on the fence, and threw his body backwards with the help of the clothes drying pole, avoiding the pincers of fangs and claws, the cloak swung to cover the two at an extremely fast speed Only.
The cloth in his hand sank continuously, and he got two more Poké Balls.
"There are two left."
Zhang You looked at the cloak with a bit of worry. There were already six Poké Balls loaded inside. Even if the weight was not mentioned, there were not many places left to hold the Pokémon.
Tang Xinjue was not in a hurry, and shook the cloak back and forth.
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the basketball-sized bulge in the cloak began to shrink rapidly, and in less than half a second, it became the size of a bowl. The small piles were crowded together, and the black cloak seemed a little empty.
"When the number reaches a certain level, these Poké Balls will automatically become smaller. After all, we still need to use cloaks, and at least there must be some way to survive in the game."
Tang Xinjue slammed an elf into the balcony with a backhanded slam on the toilet, then spun sideways on one knee and swung it to the top of the other elf's bumpy head. His mental power and cloak pressed down at the same time, causing the monster to let out a shrill howl.
A second before he was about to put it in, Tang Xinjue's hand movements stopped abruptly.
She raised her eyes, Zheng Wanqing and the three were dealing with another elf that fell on the balcony. The elves were vicious and agile, but the three experienced fighters did not give in, and quickly suppressed the monster.
Zhang You was thinking about finding something to tie up the elf first, and then collect it when Tang Xinjue came down. But suddenly it went dark—the cloak was thrown by Tang Xinjue, and it was falling on her hand.
Tang Xinjue said concisely: "You guys accept it first."
"Why—" Zhang You stopped asking halfway, and understood.
The last elf remaining in each round will automatically mutate and upgrade.
If Tang Xinjue took away the top one first, then the three of them would be the first to face the mutated monster next.