With a wave of her hand, the female psychic with pain in her waist sends her three guards to search the not so large forest.
"Damn! I'm screwed!"
Wumeioge instantly panics.
As the most senior tester, no one understands better than him how intelligent the NPCs in this crazy game are. Given the current situation, he won't be able to hide in this small grove.
If he doesn't come up with a solution quickly, he'll be besieged and killed.
He hides behind a large tree, gasping for breath while thinking desperately. He draws his beloved copy of Avalon Sacred Blade from his energy pouch.
"Three ordinary black iron guard monsters, this is tricky. I'll apply Thorn Skill to myself, followed by Spring Revival, use vines to control one, use Spiritual Energy to activate the Sacred Blade and kill one instantly!
That way, I can handle 1V1.
After dealing with three guards, I'll handle the psychics who are healing at the edge of the woods; those jerks are elite NPCs...dammit!
I need backup."
