Villain Lord: Both The Player And The Protagonist Want To Kill Me

Chapter 474 Mission In Progress (1)

Lori was relatively confused at first.

But soon Loli knew what the little poem Xiwei chanted meant.

"How about Loli, are you afraid?"

Xiwei held his hoe and patted the barren soil. Today's wave of soil development in the backyard must make the soil fertile enough.

"Hmph~╭(╯^╰)╮" Loli pouted proudly.

What's the use of being afraid, as if fear can stop Xi Wei.

"Hehe..." Seeing that the little maid looked indifferent to life and death and would do anything if she refused, he already knew what Loli was thinking.

But today one must be careful and be gentle when clearing the land.

Otherwise, it may cause blockage and soil damage. After all, the hoe in his hand is the largest.

However, this kind of thing is already very skillful for Xiwei.

He and Luo Li had a clear understanding. After a while, the soil became sticky enough, and then he picked up the hoe and dug in.

It was the first time to dig an orchard in the backyard. Luo Li was still a little uncomfortable with it, but Xiwei was already an old fruit farmer and had already exchanged farming experience with Roy. Now he was touching the green peaches and picking the round ones. After eating the grapes, Loli soon became immersed in the joy of farming and became more comfortable with it.

Xiwei also continued to improve his farming efficiency, and the two sang the farming song of fruit farmers together.

Once the seeds are sown, new fruits may grow in the land next spring.

The words are divided into two parts.

The location coordinates have been shared in real time in the public channel of players.

Of course now is not the time to attack.

Less than half an hour after leaving the starting point, they were hit by a precise attack by the local army. Barna and Platir were not fools and would definitely suspect that there was an insider, which would affect their plans after doing nothing.

So in the end, the attack time was set at three o'clock in the morning without doing anything.

This is the time when people are most tired. When attacked, Barna and Platir will definitely be confused.

When their minds are confused, they have little time to figure out the ins and outs.

Everything is planned without doing anything humanly possible.

The time soon came to three o'clock in the morning. During this period, the black truffle caravan passed seven checkpoints in total.

The soldiers stationed at the checkpoint all inspected the caravan's goods. However, because it was too late and the soldiers stationed were dozing off, they let it go when it was initially determined that the goods transported were only some coal mines.

Platir was very smart and gave some money to every knight responsible for guarding the checkpoint.

Some people collected it, and some people confiscated it.

He watched silently and wrote down all the names and backgrounds of the knights who received money in a small notebook.

In addition, they encountered three waves of patrolling soldiers.

I don't know whether to be happy or sorry.

These three waves of patrolling soldiers are all "ones" who have been taken care of by Bishop Charlie.

They just gave Platir and Barna a symbolic greeting and let them go.

After walking for about ten minutes, the black truffle caravan entered a dense jungle.

After passing through this jungle, we reached the border of the Black River Territory.

"This is the Black River Forest, the main source of timber for the entire Black River Lord. Apart from that, there is only the Sorundo Mountains. However, monsters are rampant there, and it is far less safe than the Black River Forest."

Pratir rarely showed such interest. He pointed to a large piece of wood piles left after being cut down in the distance and explained to the players with a smile.

"Looking at the color of the wooden piles, they should be oak. It will be decades before they start to grow again."

Speaking of this, he felt a little sad. He would probably die of old age in a few decades.

Human lifespans are generally short, and even advanced legendaries can only live for two thousand years at most.

And as the life span increases, the strength will become weaker and weaker.

A two thousand year old legend may not be able to defeat a young champion knight...

If you want true immortality, you must ignite the divine fire and become a demigod.

[With the help of adults, I should be able to live at least three to four hundred years! 】

Platir encouraged himself.

He is now 46 years old. From his current perspective, it is good to live for three to four hundred years.

"Is it a little too quiet around here?"

Compared to Platir, who was thinking about the future, the old wizard who was nearly sixty years old was obviously more vigilant.

How else to say that people become mature with age?

"I haven't heard the sound of insects for a while." Barna's voice was serious, and his snake-like eyes scanned the surroundings. He slowly pulled out the snake-headed staff from his arms, and the two Templar knights standing behind him He also held his dominant hand on the hilt of the sword.

As we all know, when a predator shows up.

The jungle will become very quiet.

But today’s visitor is not a predator.

"Alert!" Barna growled, "I think the road ahead for us may not be easy."

He held the snake-headed staff and pointed around, and the pale green light gathered on the snake-headed staff.

When the predator appears, the devastating magic will immediately deliver a fatal blow!

The time has come.

If you don't do human affairs, you will slowly fall to the back of the team.

Then send an attack signal in the player's public channel.

"唳——!" A clear whistle sounded.

Then, one after another howls echoed in the woods.

For a moment, I actually felt like I was dreaming back to Monkey Mountain.

As the shouts came closer and closer, a group of figures wearing shiny equipment and pig masks on their faces emerged from the jungle in all directions.

Barna, who was most nervous, was so frightened by this sudden scene that he almost suffered a cardiac arrest.

As for Platir, he was stunned on the carriage. He was still confused.

"Who are you?" Barna screamed while holding the snake-headed staff: "This is the black truffle caravan. Do you want to die when you intercept us?"

The words in his mouth were threats, but the movements in his hands were also quite deft.

As soon as he finished speaking, the snake-head staff sprayed out cyan poisonous mist and swept towards the nearest group of players.

Even though I just met these attackers who appeared out of nowhere.

However, Barna has discovered that these attackers are not strong.

Take the wave of people at the front as an example.

Although the flashy equipment on him looks very bluffing, he is a mage, and what he is most familiar with is the magic lamp.

Only novice adventurers and mercenaries pursue these flashy items.

For example, inlaying luminous beads on the hilt of a sword. Although this kind of directly hanging a magic lamp has been around for a long time, it is similar to the operation of those rookies.

After such reasoning and analysis, his tight little heart calmed down.

Killing so many attackers was simply a great achievement.

"Kill without mercy!" Without saying a word, Barna gave the order to take the initiative to attack.