The goblin continued, "I won't waste any more time. The virtual realm channel we found this time is a level 2 channel, and the maximum single magic power it can accommodate is two wings fully extended. Therefore, this battle is not a national war, but just a low-intensity hunting festival."
"This battle requires a group of five. You can form a group freely or randomly. Don't interrupt me, just listen to me. The reason why you must form a group of five is because the Moon Shadow Priest will cast the Blood Moon Blessing on you."
"The blessing is for groups of five. The content of the blessing includes more than ten kinds of benefits such as forced walking, ghost man, extreme effect, self-healing, hardening, mental resistance, light feather hovering, etc. The most important thing is that it will build a "life link" for up to 48 hours between your team members. Anyone who doesn't need the blood moon blessing can raise your hand."
The adventurers who had some objections immediately stopped, and even Ash was tempted. Not to mention the multiple benefits mentioned above, but the temptation of "Life Link" was too great. In the "422 Incident", the medical staff used this miracle to treat hundreds of people, so it was easy for Ash to get the information of this miracle from the curtain.
As the name suggests, this miracle will build a life link between a group of people, for example, 50 normal people and 50 injured people. After the link is established, the vitality of the normal people will continuously flow into the injured, allowing the injured to achieve extremely rapid self-healing effects.
And as long as the link exists, the patient will never be seriously injured or killed, which is equivalent to locking the last drop of blood!
When there is a shortage of medical personnel, this miracle can save the lives of a large number of injured people in time and buy time for emergency treatment.
When it is used in an adventurer team, it is the best life-saving charm, because it is a passive effect, even if other members are unwilling, they have to obediently supply you with vitality. Even the most selfish adventurer will not refuse to add an insurance for himself.
Seeing that no one raised their hands, the goblin continued, "After I finish talking, we will start forming teams freely. For adventurers who don't want to form teams freely, we will also provide you with random teams. But there is one thing we must explain to you in advance - the random teams will enter the passage in the first few batches, and the free teams will enter after the random teams enter."
Ash's eyes flickered, knowing full well that the random team would be the cannon fodder.
Although it has been confirmed that this is a complete virtual realm passage, it has been more than a day since the Rabbit returned, and it is hard to say whether there will be any changes on the other side of the passage. Compared with a free team with team combat capabilities, a random team that gathers together like a pile of shit and scatters like shit is naturally more suitable as a scout to open up the situation.
No wonder they were given a "life link". It turned out that they hoped they could hold on a little longer to buy time for subsequent adventurers.
"Of course, the first team to enter will receive an extra reward." Goblin said calmly, "At present, the first three batches of random teams will enter, and each batch will have five teams, with an interval of 3 minutes between each batch. The first batch of teams will receive 300 points of pioneer merit, the second batch 200 points, and the third batch 100 points; the first team in each batch will receive an additional 80% of the pioneer merit, the second team 50%, the third team 30%, the fourth team 10%, and the fifth team 0%."
In other words, the first team in the first batch can directly obtain 540 merit points (300*1.8), which is an encouragement to the vanguard troops - provided that they can come back alive to consume.
Ash didn't have much knowledge about the prices in the war zone, but when he heard the adventurers around him gasp and make the camp cold, he knew that the purchasing power of these 540 merit points was still very strong.
An adventurer raised his hand and asked, "What if an adventure group also sneaks into the random team?"
"We don't mind." The goblin said calmly, pointing to the tents on the side of the platform: "As you can see, there are three rows of tents on my left. Facing the platform, the first row is the first batch, and the first tent on the left is the first team."
"The blessing will begin at 11:15. I hope that before that, each tent will be filled with five people." The goblin pushed his glasses and said, "Then, the team formation phase will begin. By the way, no one is allowed to die."
Facing a group of fierce adventurers, the goblin had a calm expression as if he was treating a group of sheep, and walked down the platform after he finished speaking. Before he left, the adventurers did not move, and the adventurers gathered under the platform even made way for him.
Strength is thrilling, but power is also shameful.
When the goblins entered the largest tent, a magician suddenly smashed the long table and took out a hand cannon from a box, officially starting the melee!
The sound of gunfire was like thunder, and several adventure groups directly took out their guns and fired at each other!
Before the battle even started, the adventurers started fighting among themselves for the top spot!
Their goal is very clear—the first batch of the first team worth 540 merit points!
Essentially speaking, the danger levels of the first three batches are similar. If the danger level of the fifth team of the third batch is 10, then the danger level of the first team of the first batch is only 20.
If there is really an ambush on the other side of the passage, the first three groups will have to fight to the death; but if not, the first team in the first batch will be the team that benefits the most.
Almost everyone who dares to become an adventurer is a blood-sucking maniac who has such a strong gambling habit that he cannot stand working for others. Faced with such huge profits, how could they not dare to take a gamble
So they would fight for the qualification to "gamble their lives".
Compared to the first batch, the benefits of other positions are much worse. The second and third batches are just as risky as the first batch, but the advantage is that the survival rate is greatly increased - after all, there are cannon fodder to divert attention.
While the adventure groups were fighting, the real lone wolves also began to enter the tents to form teams. After a brief thought, Ash decisively walked towards the fifth tent in the first row.
He was different from other adventurers. He had no plan to return to the Blood Moon Kingdom. The sooner he left the Blood Moon, the better. Therefore, the first batch was his best choice.
The fifth team in the first batch is undoubtedly the one with the highest risk and the lowest cost-effectiveness. The fifth team is almost as dangerous as the first team. If there is an ambush on the other side of the passage, it will be the difference between dying first and dying later. However, the reward for the fifth team is much less. Unless you are a loophole in basic education, you will not choose this position.
But for Ash, the fifth team is the most ideal position. Not only can they leave the Blood Moon the fastest, but they also have the four teams in front to attract attention, so maybe they can get away with it smoothly.
However, when Ash opened the tent, he found that there were already four people sitting inside.
There were three benches in the tent. Two masked men were sitting on the bench on the right. One of them was tall and was trimming his nails with a nail sharpener; the other was thin and had his hands in his trouser pockets, from which came the sound of steel balls colliding.
On the bench in the middle, there was also a masked man sitting. One could only vaguely see that he had curly hair and dark skin. He was tearing open a Snow White bag, taking out the moon candy inside and stuffing it into the mask.
On the bench on the left sat a masked man with a lazy posture, slightly narrowing his eyes. When Ash came in, the corners of his eyes slightly turned up, revealing a teasing smile.
Ash decisively pushed his butt out: "Sorry, I think I took the wrong road, sorry to bother you-"
A hand grabbed his wrist, and when Ash tried to resist, the familiar voice instantly made his body stiffen.
"Don't forget, you still owe me a wish, my dear cult leader."
Igula pulled Ash into the tent and reached out to lift up his mask, the joy between his brows almost overflowing.
"What good luck! I just needed a bait and you bumped into me. This is really..."
"What a sin." Ash sighed.