Schmitt dragged his feet to the top of the hill. He stared at something under the only meandering tree on the top of the hill from a distance, and then his body began to shake violently.
It was a weathered tombstone covered in moss. This was, of course, the grave of the Golden Apple's president, the deceased female swordsman, Grissida. The hazy moonlight shone down from the sky, carving the shadow of the cross on the dry ground. The night wind blew from time to time, making the branches of the dead tree creak.
The trees and tombstones were originally just terrain objects. It was not specially designed, and the system had only placed it there as an ornament for the scenery. But a few days after Grisda was killed. On the day that the Golden Apple decided to disband, the remaining seven players decided to make this place her tombstone and buried her sword here. To be precise, they placed it at the bottom of the tombstone and let it be destroyed when its durability reached zero.
Therefore, there was no inscription on the tombstone. However, if he wanted to apologize to Grisda, this was the only place that Schmitt wanted. He suddenly knelt down heavily and crawled closer to the tombstone.
Schmitt's forehead was pressed against the sandy ground. He gritted his teeth several times before he squeezed out all his willpower to open his mouth to speak. The voice coming out of his mouth was actually quite clear.
"I'm sorry…It's my fault, please spare me, Grisda! I…I didn't expect things to turn out like that…I didn't expect you to be killed at all!”
"Really?" Suddenly, a voice sounded. It was a female voice with a strange echo, as if it came from underground.
Schmidt struggled to keep himself from fainting and looked up timidly. A dark shadow silently appeared from the shadow of the bent tree trunk. That person was wearing a long black robe, and his sleeves hung down heavily. In the dark of the night, the face hidden under the hood could not be seen at all.
However, Schmitt could still clearly feel the cold gaze radiating from the depths of his hood. He pressed his hands against his mouth, which was about to scream, and then began to nod.
"It's…it's true. I don't know anything. I…I only followed the instructions…and did…did a small thing…"
"What did you do…? What have you done to me, Schmidt...?”
Schmidt's eyes widened as he saw a thin line extending from the right sleeve of his robe.
It was a sword. But the blade was very thin. It was a one-handed close-range piercing weapon that almost no one used. The round-section sword was reminiscent of a large sewing needle, with dense barbs arranged in a spiral.
The third weapon was a barbed weapon.
After a series of tricks, the timid Schmitt confessed. He was only an accomplice and the most ridiculous thing was that he didn't even know who the mastermind was.
The clues were cut off just like that, but Night and the others also felt that something was not right. This was because other than Schmitt, no one else had shown the same behavior after obtaining a large amount of money. After obtaining such a large amount of money, one really needed a steel-like willpower to throw it into the inventory and not use it.
However, it was already too late when they realized that something was wrong. A small knife pierced through the gap between Schumett's chest and throat armor. The reflexes that he had trained at the front line allowed Schumett to recover from his momentary shock. He immediately prepared to fly back. In this world, even if one's throat was slit, one would not die immediately. Although the damage was slightly greater because of the injury to an important part of his body, it was nothing compared to Schmidt's extremely high HP.
But…
When Schmidt was about to turn around, he had already lost the feeling in his legs. He rolled on the ground with a metallic sound. His HP bar was already surrounded by a flashing green border. This was a state of paralysis. As a tank, he had obviously upgraded his poison resistance, but the poison he was currently hit with was a high-level poison that could ignore resistance.
"One fell!" The innocent voice of a young man fell from the sky, and Schmitt could only desperately look up.
The first thing he saw was the black leather boots with sharp spikes. Then, he wore a pair of black tight-fitting pants. His leather armor was also black. The person was holding a green knife in his right hand and his left hand was in his pocket.
The man's head was covered by a black mask, and only his eyes had round holes. When Schmidt noticed the sticky gaze coming out of the hole, a player's pointer appeared in his field of vision. The color on it was not the usual green, but rather a rather bright orange.
"Ah!"
A faint scream came from behind him. Schmitt turned his gaze over and saw that Night and Kaine were being threatened by a short player holding a thin sword.
This person was also dressed in black, but the material of his clothes was not leather. There were rags hanging down from his body. In addition, he wore a skull-shaped mask on his head, and there were a pair of small red eyes in the dark eye sockets. Although the sword in his right hand was also a rapier like the one in Ye Zi's hand, from the fact that the sword would emit a blood-red glow, one could tell that its performance was much higher than the one in Ye Zi's hand. The man's float was also orange.
The man in the skull mask reached out his left hand and easily took the black rapier from Ye Zi's right hand. He looked at the blade and said in a voice that was mixed with the sound of friction,"The design is…passable. I'll add it to my collection.”
Schmitt knew these two people. Although they had never met each other before, their full body sketches were among the top few players who needed to be on guard in the guild headquarters.
In a sense, the strategy team hated them even more than the demon king monsters. These two men were both killing players and were also the officers of the largest and most vicious guild. The one who paralyzed Schmidt was the Poison Knife Envoy, Johnny Black. And the rapier who was holding back Night and Cainz was Red-eyed Sasa.
In other words, could it be that even that fellow…
It must be a lie. Please don't. Don't joke around. Schmidt roared in his heart.
Then, a new set of footsteps sounded, as if they were mocking the roar in Schmidt's heart.
Schmidt looked over timidly, and the figure that made people feel the most terrifying of Ain Grantly appeared in front of his wide eyes.
The man was wearing a raincoat that reached his knees. He was wearing a hood that completely covered his eyes. In his right hand that hung down easily, he held a large, thick, four-cornered dagger that looked like a kitchen knife. Moreover, the dagger had a blood-red blade.
"…PoH…" The words that escaped Schmidt's lips were trembling with fear and despair.
Just as he was in complete despair, he felt a slight vibration on his back that was pressed against the ground.
" Dong dong dong, dong." The rhythmic rhythm grew stronger and stronger. When Schmitt confirmed this, he could already hear a crisp low pitch.
PoH then warned his two subordinates with his sharp breathing. Johnny immediately raised his poisoned knife and flew back, while Sasa pressed the rapier in his hand against Night and Kainz's necks even harder.
Unable to move his neck, Schmitt could only move his eyes. Then, he saw three shadows running toward him from the main street. A few seconds later, he saw that the shadows were three mounts.
The three of them were obviously White Night, Asuna, and Kirito. The mount system was added recently. After all, the space on each floor was very large, and the teleportation crystal would only send people to the teleportation point in the city. If they wanted to go anywhere, they had to run by themselves. It was difficult for Hitzcliffe to run by himself, so he joined the mount system.
White Night's mount was a pure black Nightmare Warhorse that he had spent an entire day setting up traps on the 52nd floor to capture. It was much taller than ordinary warhorses, and its four iron hooves were burning with hellfire. Even its breath was emitting sparks. It could be said to be very attractive.
Asuna's warhorse was a pure white unicorn. It was much smaller than White Night's Nightmare, but it was just as handsome. As it ran, the white light around it made it look dreamy and beautiful.
As for Kirito, he was much worse off. Although he was also a good horse," Shining Night Jade Lion," it was much inferior to the Mythical Creatures of White Night and Asuna. Therefore, he was dragged to third place. This made him very depressed. He swore that he would find time to catch a good mount. Hmm, the white dragon from before should have respawned by now. He should just catch that one!
"Hello, PoH. Long time no see. Why are you still dressed like that?”
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