Take the initiative!
Since he couldn't avoid these four life-threatening bone dragons, Ash didn't try to hide anymore and even wanted to use them instead.
And what Ash said was right. Although this foreign invasion was indeed the best chance to escape in the recent period, he was not very nervous. After all, the Void Realm had already given him a guarantee.
It's like the professor guarantees that you will pass the exam before it happens. Although you won't hand in a blank paper, you can still safely skip a few questions you don't recognize, because even if your exam results are not very good, the professor will raise your regular scores to a level that will allow you to pass.
But for Igula and others, Ash's status has jumped from a 'disposable taunt follower' to a 'prison-level protected animal'. After all, as long as they follow Ash closely, it means they can successfully escape from the Blood Moon. They don't even have time to protect him, so how could they throw him out to use as a consumable
However…
"You don't think that what is mentioned in the fate question will definitely happen, do you?" Langna said calmly: "The only absolute thing in the fate faction is that fate is not absolute."
Ronald spread his hands: "And you can't prove that you really encountered the fate question. Even if you are willing to bet your character, Ash, it seems that the cult leader has no character at all, right?"
Harvey nodded. "Even if the fate question is true and you really escaped from the blood moon, it doesn't necessarily prove that you need to live. Even if you become a dead person, I can still take you away from the blood moon."
Igula delivered a fatal blow: "Rather than taking you away alive, wouldn't it be more efficient to kill you and divide you into four boxes to use as amulets?"
Damn, what they said makes a lot of sense!
Ash, who failed in his show-off, was dejected. Where he couldn't see, the four of them quickly exchanged glances and reached a consensus in silence.
"Um?"
The tent was suddenly opened and a tall orc sniper walked in.
His face was not covered, one of his eyes was a mechanical eye, and his shoulders, hands, knees, and waist were all equipped with sniper rifles. This was a sorcerer's gun that completely abandoned live ammunition and had to be driven by a sorcerer's spirit to fire.
Gunmanship faction: Eight Sniper School!
Igula and the others saw the direction of the orcs' development at a glance. This was a powerful assault weapon that combined the orcs and ogres' strong physique with gun skills. They were equipped with multiple magician heavy snipers, relying on magic spirits to aim and shoot. The recoil was forcibly offset by magic spirits dispersed throughout the body. They were incredibly strong in frontal combat and could be called assault shooters and battlefield blades. Magicians below the third wing had almost no defensive miracles that could withstand the eight sniper lock-on bursts.
The orc sniper was also surprised that this tent was full of people, and he quickly judged the strength of the first comers: the duo on the right bench should not be messed with;
The one on the middle bench exudes a gray aura of death in his "Dead Shot Tactical Eye Type 7", so it's best not to mess with him;
Although there were also two people sitting on the bench on the left, the tall one was confident and well-informed, while the other one was inconspicuous, with his head down and looked dejected as if he was constipated.
The orc sniper immediately determined who was the easiest to bully in the tent, and reached out to grab Ash: "You—"
Ah, which tea and coffee shop should I go to? I really want to poop. The shrimp paste-flavored poop is really good. When will I become rich
The orc sniper suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had been stunned for two seconds by the complex thoughts and had forgotten his situation and purpose!
This is a Psychic Faction attack!
He wanted to move, but his feet were so numb that they seemed not to belong to him. The smell of decay and death spread from his feet to his waist.
The weird miracle of the Undead faction!
The orc subconsciously wanted to launch an indiscriminate attack with full firepower, but two steel balls suddenly shot from the right and hit his eyes and knees, not only causing him to be temporarily blinded, but also forcing him to kneel down!
Gunnery or archery
The orc struggled to open his eyes a little, and what he saw was a whip-like kick like a blade!
Snapped!
Everything happened as fast as lightning. When Ash raised his head, he saw a black shadow flying out of the tent backwards, without even a scream.
He tilted his head, looking confused: "What happened?"
"Nothing." Igula patted his shoulder in a friendly manner. "By the way, I suddenly felt guilty. Although you are indeed useless, we have a friendship after all. So don't worry, Ash, I won't use you as bait. Follow me, I will lead you to victory!"
Ash glanced at Igula, his eyes gradually brightened, and the corners of his mouth gradually curved into a playful arc.
"I see. Does that mean I am important?"
Igula's expression did not change at all: "Ash, you are so ordinary and confident..."
"If I'm really useless, you'll flatter me, praise me, and wait for my self-confidence to explode before kicking me out to die. On the other hand, if I'm really useful, you'll try to suppress my self-confidence as much as possible, so that I can be willing to work for you." Ash pointed at Harvey: "Don't forget, I watched the whole process of you recruiting Harvey, but Harvey didn't fall for it."
Harvey raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
"Oh, Ash, you are so arrogant, do you like striptease or handstand diarrhea? Are you looking for death!?"
Ash lifted Igula's hood and angrily rubbed Igula's head, grinning and saying, "Come on, make a wish. I will try my best to fulfill your wish. Whoever doesn't make a wish is a puppy. Come on!"
"Hahaha, I was right, Igula, you really believed what I said. Compared to the unknown future with huge dangers, you would rather choose this certain future where you stay by my side and protect me until I leave!"
"Have you forgotten that you will be useless once you pass through the tunnel? After passing through the tunnel, I can order you to wait for 48 hours and then return to Blood Moon."
Ash paused and sat down like a good boy: "I'm sorry, I was too arrogant."
Igula angrily fixed his hair and put on his hood, looking at the cult leader next to him who actually had the leisure to borrow a nail clipper from Lang. He was so angry that he wanted to make a wish that Ash would pull out his intestines and hang himself.
And are you kidding me? How come even a stupid man with the same social skills as the children in the orphanage can easily see through his mind? Is it because I, Igula, am not sexy enough, or is it because you, Ash, are too raw
If you count carefully, this is the nth time he has been defeated by Ash
Fourth time, fifth time
Igula felt that Ash was his natural enemy, and secretly made a decision in his heart that went against the principles of a trickster: this boy must not be kept, and he must kill this cult leader as soon as he leaves Blood Moon!
When I leave the Blood Moon, it will be the day you, Ash, will be buried!
During this time, several more people came and wanted to enter the fifth tent, but they were all driven away. Soon, the goblin's voice was heard outside: "The team formation time is over, the random team can come out."
Ash and his four companions walked out of the tent and looked up to see three people standing on the platform.
"Very good, the random teams are full." The goblin nodded with satisfaction. "Next, we will enter the blessing phase. Standing on my left is the acolyte Ke'er sent by the church. The priest team she leads will add the blood moon blessing for everyone."
The acolyte, Ke'er, was tall and slender in a white robe with gold trim, but she looked very cute, with a round face and baby fat on her cheeks that made people want to pinch them. She nodded to the adventurers a little embarrassedly, and the big wolf's tail swayed behind her.
"And the hunter standing on my right, I'm sure everyone knows him. He is Gerard Westminster, the law enforcement officer of the Criminal Investigation Department—"
Ash and the other four retreated back into the tent at the same time.