The Fourth Calamity: My Sect Has Countless Prodigies

Chapter 117 Why did this player die again?

"The strategist is brilliant!" everyone exclaimed.

And so, the players set out together to carefully explore the other exits of the rat nest.

The strategist, with his dog-headed head, sat in the center, his eyes scanning the surroundings, inspecting every suspicious corner.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened.

Finally, my gaze locked onto a dark, deep crevice.

The gap was very small, only wide enough for a mouse-sized body to pass through.

Upon seeing this gap, the strategist immediately understood that this was one of the entrances connecting the rat nests.

But the gap is too small for people to get in, and it would take too long to dig it open.

So the strategist didn't speak up immediately, but waited for the player to search and see if they could find other connection points.

The players are very efficient.

Before long, a gasp from the east drew his attention.

"Strategist, I've found the connection point to this rat nest!" a player shouted excitedly, pointing to the dark entrance ahead.

For a brief moment.

Not only the strategist, but other players were also attracted by the sound.

Everyone's eyes sharpened as they scanned the cave entrance.

The opening wasn't large, but it was just big enough for everyone to walk in. However, it was dark inside, which made everyone unsure of what to do.

The strategist glanced at Flying Dragon in the Sky.

Currently, the only people left who have relatively abundant physical strength, high cultivation levels, and can come and go freely are their group.

Their eyes met, and Feilong Zaitian quickly understood the strategist's intention.

He nodded slightly, said nothing more, and then sneaked into the cave entrance to check the situation.

The cave was deep and quiet, with no other sounds coming from inside.

Time passed quickly, first in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, then half an hour.

Until the very end.

A full hour had passed, and not only had Feilong Zaitian not come out, but there hadn't been a single sound coming from inside.

The strategist's alarm bells went off immediately, and he quickly instructed everyone to put away the spoils of war, preparing to evacuate at any time.

He then stood at the entrance of the cave to check the situation.

He raised the torch and carefully walked to the cave entrance, his vision gradually swallowed up by the darkness as the torchlight shone through him.

"Strategist, what's going on inside?" A player put down the ore he was holding and came over to ask.

Everyone was still very concerned about Feilong's safety.

The strategist shook his head: "I don't know."

Those three short words cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.

If sounds of pursuit, shouts, or even cries for help from Feilong Zaitian could be heard from inside, the people would be able to accept it.

But the fact that it happened so silently, without any sound or trace, made it all seem very strange.

Before long, the spoils were collected.

The players looked at the strategist with a hint of hesitation in their eyes.

The strategist met their gazes and understood that it was time to prepare for retreat.

Even though Flying Dragon in the Sky lured the monster out, everyone had already lost interest.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

Soldiers in ancient times were like this, so how could players be an exception?

After these battles and the final cleanup, everyone's morale and enthusiasm had been completely exhausted.

A player lay prone at the cave entrance, following the gaze, and remained silent for a long time.

It's so dark here, really so dark.

The strategist patted his shoulder and whispered, "Brothers, we probably can't fight today. Send someone to check on Flying Dragon in the Sky. If they can provide backup, then do so; if not, let's run."

"If Feilong Zaitian dies, go back and give him a bigger share of the resources."

Everyone nodded, and then one of the members of the Flying Dragon in the Sky team went out.

Just as he was about to sneak into the cave, a notification suddenly popped up on the player panel.

[Player "Flying Dragon in the Sky" has died!]

Just a few words, without any explanation or reason.

But this caused everyone's expression to change drastically.

"Run!" The strategist shouted without hesitation, leading the players to retreat.

Just then, the faint sound of rushing footsteps came from deep within the cave.

Rumble...

The sound was drawn out, like some terrifying giant beast was constantly charging.

"Everyone retreat in an orderly manner. We must not panic at this time!" The strategist waved his hand, instructing everyone to organize their ranks. "The front row will hold the rear to protect the back row as they retreat first. Archers and mages, be ready to provide additional damage at any time. Fight and retreat simultaneously to buy time."

Under his command.

The players, who were initially in disarray, quickly lined up in formation and withdrew in an orderly fashion.

Several players had retreated to the initial fork in the road, and the sound of their frantic running was getting closer and louder.

The next fork in the road was narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time, so the strategist had to stay outside and direct everyone to enter one by one.

Many players who were still waiting became curious and looked towards the cave entrance from afar, but no creatures rushed out of the cave.

But the sound it made caused a lot of the lime from the rat swarm to bounce up.

Thanks to the strategist's organized evacuation, the players retreated quickly, and soon he was the last one left.

The rat swarm was now shrouded in smoke and dust due to the rising lime.

Just as he was about to leave, the strategist subconsciously turned around and looked toward the exit of the cave.

A huge, golden-yellow rat-like creature was the first to rush out.

Without a second thought, the strategist immediately darted into the side passage.

"What's wrong with the strategist?" A tank player in front of him scratched his head and asked in confusion when he saw the strategist's disheveled appearance.

Just as the strategist was about to catch his breath, the smoke and dust that drifted in choked him and made him cough.

"Let's go, things won't be clear now." The strategist waved his hand, urging the tank in front to walk faster.

On the other side, at the entrance of the cave.

The Gold-Eating Rat King, which had just rushed out of the cave, suddenly looked up at the dust and smoke filling the sky, its expression full of confusion.

Then, it scanned its surroundings and discovered that all of its subordinates had vanished without a trace.

At this moment, the Gold-Eating Rat King sensed something was wrong and immediately shifted his gaze to the location where he had piled up his treasures.

as predicted.

The place was now empty; all the glowing ores that had been piled up there were gone.

The Gold-Eating Rat King was furious and roared to the sky.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

The sound traveled through the smoke and dust into the fork in the road.

The tank in front, looking at the strategist with a puzzled expression, said, "Strategist, I think I heard a squeaking sound. Could it be that there are still some little gold-devouring rats that have been missed?"

The strategist spread his hands, saying helplessly, "How would I know? A strategist is a strategist, not a god."

"Okay." The tank sighed, "It's just that the voice sounds kind of cute, I'm even thinking of keeping it as a pet."

The strategist's lips twitched, and he said speechlessly, "Brother, being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to yourself!"

The meat shield chuckled foolishly and continued, "It's alright, strategist. Once I bring it under our command, it won't be an enemy anymore, it'll be a friend."

The strategist was speechless, and could only helplessly rub his head.

Inside the courtyard of the Qingxuan Sect.

Zhou Yi had just returned and was sitting at the stone table, preparing to have a cup of tea and rest.

But just then, a voice suddenly rang in my mind.

[Player Flying Dragon Dies in the Sky, 5 Luck Points Deducted]

The news came so suddenly that Zhou Yi almost dropped the teacup he was holding.

Why did Flying Dragon in the Sky die again? It seems he's the first player to die twice in a row.

Zhou Yi couldn't help but wonder, as he had quite a high opinion of this player's abilities back then.

Why is it so bad now?

Could it be that he really misjudged...?

Zhou Yi shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

In any case, the disturbance caused by the strategist killing the gold-devouring rat has already brought him a great deal of luck.

A full 20 points! Congratulations!

The loss of a mere 5 points of luck value was nothing to him.

He was just a little curious because last time, Flying Dragon was crushed and instantly killed by the terrifying White Snake.

So how did he die this time? And why was he the only one to die, while the other players were unharmed?

They can't be dragged along to scout ahead and become suicide soldiers, can they?

In Zhou Yi's impression, the strategist is still quite benevolent and righteous, and shouldn't betray his teammates casually.

Thinking this, he had an idea and opened the game forum.