"The leader was killed. Perfect, continue tomorrow."
Ning Zheng looked at the twilight and dusk, feeling complex emotions as he silently descended the mountain.
It's acceptable to open the mode of staying online tonight.
But since they are so conscious of resting on time, sleeping early and waking early, Ning Zheng won't play the villain.
Young people's sleep quality is most important.
Because what happened today was a bit absurd, Ning Zheng descended the mountain with a complex emotion hard to describe.
It's like a father who's been worried and caring for his brain-paralyzed silly son suddenly seeing him get ahead, with restored intelligence that can independently support the family!
In short, it's hard to describe.
After returning home, having dinner with Ning Jiaojiao, Ning Zheng felt a bit happy.
"Based on the situation, with the thief leader eliminated, the crow flock should stabilize their hunt. They can't easily break through the defense, and the Meat Field should soon be ours."
The crow flock numbers in the tens of thousands.
Today we only killed two or three thousand. Tomorrow is estimated to be the same, and then they should retreat scared.
It's realistic, after losing thirty percent of their population and their leader killed, they won't risk extinction for a do-or-die fight. They're afraid to die.
Bully the weak but fear the strong.
Did you see the crows dare to cause trouble before the demon man of the manor?
If the crows can't win tomorrow, it's predictable that the beast pack will admit defeat and start a temporary truce.
This is the rule of the mountain's biosphere, where animal groups can form deadly feuds but won't fight to the last soldier.
More likely, they'll retreat, wait for a new Crow King to be born and launch a second wave of revenge assaults under new leadership wisdom.
As for not falling for it a second time, how the manor will respond then is another issue!
So here comes the problem.
"I have to get that headless body tomorrow. Otherwise, if they retreat, I'll miss the chance," Ning Zheng contemplated his Meat Field. This content belongs to novel·fire·net
In a blood-stained ruin, an ember inherited some incomplete memories, rising from a dizzy corpse, and a ghost was born.
"Where am I?" This 'Dizzy' looked at the puffy eyes, blind eyes, swollen eyes, and a mutilated corpse, feeling a bit panicked.
Crows outside sent chilling calls, some even crawled in underground tunnels, sparse and seemingly furious in their cries.
"Why am I not offline?" The 'Dizzy' felt tense, sensing impending doom.
Next second, a crow approached through the tunnel, scaring Dizzy into faking dead.
But the crow seemed to have detected the anomaly long ago, glanced at Dizzy, then retreated instinctively, seemingly detesting him, with a hint of disdain.
Dizzy crawled up, then trekked through the tunnel, bypassing crows, luckily reaching the underground waterway, and swam past.
A large copper stone blocked the exit rigidly.
Calling out, the other side couldn't hear, but they considered such situations and designed codes, he banged with his fist forcefully.
A series of codes loosened a gap in the copper stone.
"Dizzy, is it really you? Isn't the Eye Legend team all dead?" Someone peered through the gap at the eerie 'Dizzy', feeling an inexplicable horror.
"Open the door quickly," Dizzy begged, "I didn't really die, just passed out."
Preventing Dizzy from being a crow spy, they summoned several players with bows ready, then opened the passage, prioritizing prudence.
If this place falls, they're doomed.
With the passage opening, Dizzy swam in dripping wet, without mishaps.
Players inquired, seeing no issues, then ignored him.
Unfortunately, when Dizzy returned, it was nearly 7 PM, everyone prepared to go offline to sleep.
And they had already researched the crow post-creation magical artifact divine techniques.
These crows' racial talents are:
[1: Swift (Active), enhance speed once.]
[2: Spiritual (Passive), slightly boost neural reflexes.]
Most creatures have the first trait, the second is the hidden trait.
Blacksmiths call the hidden trait the dream trait.
Like Spiritual, existing only in a few crows, a rare talent.
It's about luck, crafting with crows having hidden traits might yield results.
"Haha! I made it! Look at my +2!" Someone shouted, holding a newly quenched bow still radiating high heat.
Everyone looked, instantly envious.
[Magic Copper energy times: 2/2]
Though a low-level trait, it delights everyone!
Future advanced magical artifacts, various enchantment traits, exciting prospects.
For instance, if we gather the rare manor masters from across the land, toss them into the furnace for forging, that artifact would be a divine one!
After ten attacks, a phantom appears.
Phantom Divine Saber, incredibly cool! With a divine artifact at hand, it feels invincible at the same tier!
Dizzy watched enviously, thinking about forging to earn money and revive his few team brothers.
Reviving for the first time needs ten Magic Coins, a hefty expense.
All smiths heard an announcement:
[One more minute until server shutdown.]
Everyone lay on iron net beds, sleeping.
The next moment, collectively going offline, Dizzy obediently closed his eyes, after a few seconds he blinked, "Huh, why am I not offline?"
He unclamped the iron net, sat up, dumbly stoaring at the motionless Money Children around.
A strong surprise filled his heart.
Did I glitch the game?
Can I play the game at night?!
Wow wow wow! How can I stay online at night!
Excitedly, he quickly climbed to the second-floor smithy.
"Well, stay up all night tonight, earn some Magic Coins, and I'll revive my brothers Puffy Eyes, Blind Eyes, Swollen Eyes. Our Eye Legend never fails."
The smithy was quiet and empty.
All the tools were set, the magic artifact embryos neatly categorized.
Yet it appeared extremely eerie, Yin Qi intensely thick, making the timid Dizzy, who doesn't dare watch horror movies, quite scared, forcing down his fear, groping in darkness.
He finally lit a faint flame.
Quietly raised the oil lamp, carefully illuminating the surrounding shelves, dead spots.
Ensuring nothing terrifying relaxed his breath, began sitting at the table learning to engrave patterns.
"I must work hard to earn money."
The weak flame's flickering light cast shadows in the smithy, as he held onto a magic artifact coarse embryo on the table, continuously carving, unknowingly revealing a sinister smile even he didn't realize.