nycdaug Chapter 642 Lin Tian's Actions
Chapter 642 Lin Tian's Actions
Messages on the world channel kept popping up one after another.
Someone reported enemy activity: "Another group of Three-Eyed Clan members, about twenty in total, coordinates (3472, 1893), around level 45. Brothers, be careful!"
Someone organized a rally: "Any solo players in the southern region, anyone want to form a team? Let's get a hundred people and fight them! Send me the coordinates, I'll go recruit people!"
Lin Tian turned off the world channel.
It's not that he doesn't need this information, but that he no longer needs to rely on the world channel to get information.
His gaze fell on a skill he rarely used—[Astral Projection].
He rarely used this skill after reaching level 75.
It's not because it's not strong.
On the contrary, this skill is ridiculously powerful—it can create a projection clone with 80% of the original's attributes and 70% of its skill effects while allowing the original to move freely, lasting for one hour.
But after reaching level 75, he rarely used this skill anymore.
However, this skill has now found a new purpose.
The person on the other side has already crossed the Wall of Sighs and is hunting down solo players in the southern half of the map.
He can't ignore it.
Although he had no connection with these casual players, and he didn't even know most of them, they were all players from the 9527 mainland.
But Lin Tian couldn't possibly put down the Mist Spirit he was searching for and go over there to play hide-and-seek with those three-eyed tribe teams.
It's not that we can't beat them.
Rather, it's not worth it.
His time is precious; every minute wasted could mean losing a Mist Spirit.
Under this rule, the Spirit of the Mist is the score.
Therefore, he needs a compromise.
Lin Tian infused his magic power into his skill.
Star Projection
A silvery-white light separated from his body and condensed into a human shape three meters in front of him.
As the light faded, another "Lin Tian" stood there.
The same.
Celia floated to the side, glanced at Lin Tian, then at the projection, and raised an eyebrow.
"Brother Tian, are you up to something?" Her tone was tinged with excitement, as if to say, "This is going to be interesting."
Xiao Bai also turned her head, her silvery-white pupils scanning back and forth between the two Lin Tians, as if trying to distinguish which one was the real one.
It tilted its head, let out a soft "woof," then sniffed the projection before backing away, looking a little confused—it couldn't tell the difference.
Lin Tian ignored them.
He closed his eyes and channeled a portion of his mental energy into the projection.
Vision connectivity.
He could see everything the projection saw—the gray-green grass, the hazy sky, and the faint mist in the distance.
The projection angle is slightly lower than the actual object, probably due to the difference in height, but the clarity and color saturation of the field of view are almost identical.
He could sense the projection's presence—80% of its attributes, 70% of its skill effects, and a duration of 1 hour.
enough.
It's not like he's being asked to use his projection to take on the entire Three-Eyed Clan army single-handedly; he's just dealing with a group of Three-Eyed Clan players who are around level 40.
With 80% of the attributes and 70% of the skill effects, it's more than enough to deal with these people.
Lin Tian opened his eyes and looked at the projection.
"Go. To the southeast, find that group of three-eyed people."
The projector nodded without making a sound.
Then, Lin Tian turned his gaze in another direction—to a place where the fog was even thicker.
"I'll continue searching for the Spirit of the Mist," Lin Tian said. "You're in charge of that side."
The main body turned and left, with Celia and Little White following behind him.
A silvery-white dragon swam in the mist, its scales shimmering with a cold luster, like a ghostly fish swimming in the deep sea.
Little White walked lightly beside Lin Tian, its tail held high, occasionally glancing back at the projection, seemingly still debating which one was its true owner.
The projection stood still, watching the real body leave.
Then he raised his right hand.
[Flickering]
With a flash of light, the projection disappeared.
.......
Southeast direction.
Ash and his squad continued deeper into the southern half of the region.
After they left the woods, they walked for about ten more minutes.
On the way, I encountered a few scattered mainland players from 9527, all in small groups of two or three people. They ran away as soon as they saw the Three-Eyed Clan.
One of the three-person teams was a little slow and their tracks were discovered by the Ashes' hunters.
The hunter released a scout eagle, which pinpointed the location of the three people—they were hiding behind a large tree, trying to wait for the Three-Eyed Clan to pass by before coming out.
Ash glanced at the coordinates shared by the hunter in the party chat and casually sent 10 people to clear the area.
"Captain, there's movement ahead," a hunter in the group suddenly spoke up.
The ashes stopped in their tracks.
"What's that noise?"
"Someone's fighting a monster. Quite a few, at least twenty or thirty. Sounds like they're taking down something big." The hunter lay on the ground, his ear pressed against the earth, and after listening for a while, added, "It's quite noisy; the ground is shaking at a very regular frequency. The tank is probably holding the mob while the DPS are attacking from the flanks. They're pretty skilled."
"A big one?" Ash's eyes lit up. "Intermediate level?"
"Not sure, but the commotion is much greater than that of a junior guard. It's about 500 meters ahead, in that area with thicker fog." The hunter stood up and pointed southeast. "That's a valley, low-lying, with even thicker fog and poor visibility."
Ash thought for a moment, then waved his hand behind him.
"Everyone, slow down and keep quiet. Let's see what kind of people they are."
More than thirty people crouched low and crept toward the direction the hunter pointed.
They walked very carefully, their footsteps so light they were almost inaudible, and they even wrapped the metal parts of their equipment with strips of cloth to prevent them from making noise when they bumped into each other.
Ash walked at the front, ready to strike at any moment.
He is one of the top fifty players on the Three-Eyed Clan continent. He has survived to this day not only because of his combat strength, but also because of his intelligence.
In this elimination round, those without brains would have been eliminated long ago.
Five hundred meters ahead, there was an open valley.
The fog here was at least twice as thick as the surrounding area, and the grayish-white fog churned on the ground like boiling water.
The valley is about three or four meters lower than the surrounding area, and is surrounded by hillsides of varying heights, forming a natural basin.
Gao Qing stood at the edge of the valley, his eyes fixed on the scene of the battle ahead.
His guild, "Iron Banner," has only thirty members.
It's not a large guild.
Large guilds with hundreds or even thousands of members had already occupied major towns and divided up the best resource points before the cross-server war even began. Mid-sized guilds like Iron Flag couldn't even get a taste of the spoils.
But Gao Qing didn't envy them.