Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

It's still a little dry outside the maze.

But the moment he entered the maze, a cold dampness hit his face.

There was a faint smell of decay in the air, which made Freya even more certain that the maze in front of her must have been old for some time.

The flames were reflected in the surrounding dark obsidian walls.

The only sound around was the sound of people walking.

Turning a corner, a ferocious jackal statue stood in front of her. Freya was caught off guard and almost screamed, barely throwing the staff in her hand.

The statue had a green face and fangs, and its eyes were inlaid with red crystals. It shone with a strange red light in the dim light of the torch.

One bright and one dark light casts on the face of the tall jackal statue.

The gaping bloody mouth seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time.

It sends chills down your spine.

"Sick! Whoever put the statue in the middle of the road should be damned!"

Freya calmed down, raised her hand and threw a wind blade spell at the statue.

The sharp wind blade instantly passed over the neck of the gnoll statue.

But it just left a white mark on the neck.

The entire statue didn't move at all.

He seemed to be laughing at Freya's overestimation.

"Damn it!" Freya kicked the statue again before giving up.

If you continue to argue with a broken statue, you will be laughed at.

"Keep going." She snorted coldly, walked around the statue in front of her, and at the same time pulled Kayal up from the ground.

"Damn dog, go explore the road ahead, you don't have any eyesight! You're a waste!"

Kayal gritted his teeth and tried to keep a submissive look on his face. He rubbed the dirt on his hands, stood up and walked to the front to explore the road.

After passing a few more jackal statues, everyone's mood gradually calmed down. Although these statues are scary, they are just that after seeing them too many times.

"Why do I always feel like I'm being watched?"

Kayal frowned suspiciously. This feeling of being watched has become stronger as he goes deeper into the maze, and it seems to be nearby.

He stopped and looked around.

Finally, his eyes fell on a platform.

This platform is only two square meters in size and about half a person tall.

There doesn't seem to be anything unusual about it.

"strangeness……"

This is a very inconsistent feeling.

Kayal didn't know how to describe it.

The walls near the platform depict brutal scenes of monsters devouring humans and hunting villages.

But the sense of dissonance does not come from these murals.

"Hey! What are you stopping for? Go ahead and continue exploring!"

There was a pain in the back of her buttocks, and Freya's angry voice came from behind.

Kaiyar didn't need to look to know that he had been kicked.

But he didn't say anything.

Just keep your head down and keep going.

Nothing could be worse than now.

He needed a chance, a chance to be alone with Freya.

The team continued to move forward until a player at the back of the team passed by the platform, and a pair of red eyes suddenly opened.

The jackal who was in the "undetectable" state suddenly showed his body shape.

It came to the back of the last human like a ghost, and its giant claws covered with black hair gently patted the human's shoulder.

"Um?"

The player at the end of the team turned around subconsciously.

What catches the eye.

But it was a bloody mouth.

"Hey——"

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"Lite, I'm a little hungry. Don't you still have some turkey left this morning? Why don't you help your brother?"

"Wright?"

I shouted for a long time but got no response.

The beautiful player turned around in confusion, only to find that his good brother Wright had disappeared at some point.

He felt nervous and immediately opened the team channel and found that Wright's avatar had completely turned into black and white and was about to be automatically kicked out of the team by the system.

This is the mechanism of team formation. After a teammate dies, if he is too far away from the team, he will be automatically kicked out of the team and lose the right to chat privately.

Wright is dead.

Death was silent.

The beautiful player looked around, except for the dwindling team, there were only cold walls and darkness that picked out people and ate them.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and it seemed like some warm liquid was dripping on his neck.

what is that?

He turned around shakily.

He saw a ferocious wolf face staring at him. The jackal was slightly hunched over, and its gray-maned wolf face was almost face to face with him.

Scarlet eyes, a bloody mouth that could easily fit a basketball, fangs stained with blood, slightly opened, a fishy smell lingering on the tip of the nose, the warm liquid just now was the saliva of the jackal.

A chill rose from the tailbone and went straight to the forehead. The beautiful player's legs were weak and he was about to fall to the ground.

However, the jackal held him up, covered his mouth with his big fluffy hands, and dragged him into a dark corner.

"Hey——"

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"Why do you feel like there are fewer people in the team?"

Freya was a little confused.

She had been following Kayal.

It's just that the white people's comments in their ears are getting less and less, and their expressions have become a little panicked, and they are always looking around with vigilant eyes.

"What happen to you guys?"

Freya grabbed the chain in her hand, and Kayal, who was leading the way, had his neck severely strangled and had to stop in pain.

"Dead people."

The players near Freya responded with a somewhat ugly expression.

"We originally had more than 500 people, but now we have lost 78 without realizing it. The key is that we did not find the murderer at all. They seemed to disappear out of thin air without making any sound."

"What are you doing for food? One-fifth of the people are missing! You didn't notice at all?"

Freya sneered.

In her heart, she despised these white people to the extreme.

A low-class person is a low-class person.

There was no vigilance in this dangerous underground city, and one-fifth of the companions were dead without any notice.

"Look, this is Paris' body."

There was a scream not far away. Everyone walked over in search of the sound and saw a headless corpse lying alone on the ground. In the cold maze, the blood splattered from the neck of the corpse was still steaming.

It was obvious that the player named Paris had been killed not long ago.

"The broken neck was ragged, obviously the marks of a wild beast's bite. The opponent bit off Paris's head in one bite. Visually, the creature was at least two meters in size."

The player who spoke spoke with a firm tone. He was a forensic scientist before entering the game. He was very sensitive to these things and could tell a general outline at a glance.

"Hey... there are gray hairs on his shoulders... Ms. Freya, can you identify what kind of monster hair this is?"

Freya pursed her lips and carefully took the hair from the beautiful Chinese player's hand.

The texture of this hair is dry and hard like steel needles. The front end is thinner and lighter in color, and the end is thicker and darker in color.

Through her erudite knowledge, she quickly compared it with the illustrations and descriptions in her brain and identified it as the hair of a wolf-shaped monster.

"This seems to be the hair of a jackal, but it is impossible for a jackal to kill people silently. The fact that these monsters did not fight us head-on proves that our numbers pose a threat to them."

"It can be inferred from this that these monsters are not particularly strong. They are good at sneak attacks..."

"In this case, I guess they should be monsters from the ghost wolf clan..."

Freya wasn't sure either.

The ghost wolf is relatively small, so it is still a bit difficult to bite off a person's head in one bite.

But except for the ghost wolf, she couldn't think of any wolf-shaped monster that could kill people invisible.