One kilometer away from the Feilengcui Ruins, 21 instance teams consisting of more than ninety players quietly waited.
Bought over by the lure of loot, Demacia once again turned into his full warrior self, took on the glorious task of drawing in monsters.
This time, he ventured even deeper than before, stirring up over a dozen goblins, including three that were level 10, Elite Goblins.
More than ten goblins, wielding scimitars and wooden clubs, excitedly chased after him.
Not only that, some goblins carrying bows and arrows were about to shoot, but they were stopped by the Elite Goblins.
They wanted unharmed human-like females; capturing them alive and unscathed was preferable.
This thinking of the goblins made Demacia's baiting plan even smoother.
He once again led the goblins to the same clearing he had used before and then stopped.
Just as the dozen goblins thought the "human" they were pursuing was tired, suddenly, upon a command of "attack," nearly a hundred tall figures burst out from the surrounding bushes.
El... Elves?
The goblins were suddenly stunned.
"Goblins!"
"Goblins are coming!"
"One, two, three… a total of eighteen! One team per goblin! Two teams each for the three level 10 Elite ones!"
"Charge! Gang up on them!"
The elves, with red eyes and panting heavily, seemed to be in some excited state, brandishing wooden swords and charging forward, fearing the monsters would be snatched by others if they were a second late.
The goblins were completely dumbfounded.
Where did this group of mad elves come from?
From which part of Elf Forest did so many elves emerge?! Hadn't they all left already?
Wait... are these guys really those high-standing, elegant, reserved long-eared ones?
By the Hunting God, have they gone mad?
The goblins wanted to flee, but they were already surrounded by layers of players.
"Quick! Spellcasters, use your control skills to split them up! Attack magic is also good!"
"Flank them! Flank them! One is trying to escape over there!"
"Damn! Don't use area damage! Almost hurt our own!"
Amidst the interference of ranged magic spells, the goblins were gradually split up, beginning to face a series of beatings from the players...
If the initial five vanguard players found it challenging to fight against three goblins, then ninety players against eighteen green skins were completely outclassed.
With the experience of predecessors, the players had fully entered cooperative combat mode.
Each team found their target; they took turns moving forward, slashing once and then retreating without lingering; if the goblins tried to chase, they used magic to harass; if the goblins tried to escape, they used control skills to stop them...
Even though the goblins had rich combat experience, they couldn't outlast the players' frenzy; after ten or so minutes, the last goblin was also hacked to death by the players' chaotic blades, and the players only incurred a few minor injuries and one death.
The one who died was unfortunately killed by friendly magic.
Even Li Mu and others were amazed by the burst of combat power from the players:
"Man, you guys are brutal..."
The players still wanted more:
"That was a bit gory… but so thrilling."
"It's not enough, not enough, too little experience from just a dozen or so..."
"I only got in one slash..."
"Demacia, go and draw some more over here."
Demacia choked for a moment...
"Hurry up, and we'll share the loot with you!"
"If a Divine Blood Crystal drops, we'll share the reward from the Goddess with you!"
The players added.
Hearing that, Demacia's expression instantly turned serious:
"You better keep your word!"
"I'll be off then..."
He shouted loudly, flicked his green skirt, and once again headed towards Feilengcui.
Moments later, another dozen goblins, screaming, chased after him…
The battle began again…
Thus, the players began their monster-fighting quest near the Feilengcui.
As the battles continued, their cooperation improved steadily.
Initially, each team handled one goblin, but later they could take on two.
Eventually, even 10th-level Elite Goblins could be matched by a team of 10th-level players, engaging in back-and-forth combat.
Perhaps they were individually inferior to their adversaries, but the rhythm of the battle heightened.
The players had clear roles: some distracted the targets while others ambushed; exchanging blows, swiftly and without lingering, they wore the goblins down...
Not only that, but the players savored the sweetness of experience points and had upgraded to the relatively sharper scimitars from the goblins, making their battles smoother and more exhilarating... In fact, several 9th-level players leveled up directly.
And with the continued defeat of the goblins, a second Divine Blood Crystal was discovered.
"Divine Blood Crystal! It's a Divine Blood Crystal! Our team found it!"
A player, holding up a light green crystal excitedly exclaimed.
"F*ck! You luck king!"
"Which monster dropped it?"
"An Elite Goblin!"
The lucky player replied excitedly.
It was an unfortunate creature that, having just collected a Divine Blood Crystal from the forest and was about to return to its den to present it to the priest, was lured out by Demacia halfway...
Elite Goblin?
At this, all players' eyes lit up.
"So it's the Elite Goblins that drop these rare items..."
"Such a low drop rate, damn! Over ninety of us, and after nearly a hundred goblins and about twenty elites, only one crystal dropped..."
"Damn, it's such an annoying drop rate."
"Blame the game designers!"
"Just be satisfied! When I was farming Xuan Crystal in online games, that drop rate was really touching. More than twenty Elite Goblins for one Divine Blood Crystal is actually very decent."
"Who cares, just lure some more Elite Goblins, I refuse to believe we can't get another Divine Blood Crystal today!"
"Where's the taunting tank? Who is the taunting tank here?"
"Hey— Demacia, go and lure some more! Lure over more elites!"
The players shouted.
Demacia: …
Observing quietly from the shadows, Berserker was finally moved.
The unity and drive displayed by these Chosen Ones against the goblins far exceeded his expectations!
Moreover, their rapid improvement and passionate fervor about combat were unbelievable.
But what moved him most, was that these players, though not believers of the Mother Goddess, were willing to fearlessly battle for the Goddess!
At this moment, Berserker felt a newfound respect for the players.
"Mother Goddess above, your wisdom fills Berserker with awe."
"I finally understand why you summoned them. These Chosen Ones may not be natural fighters, but they have the potential to become a formidable army! They may not be your believers but are more passionate than ordinary believers!"
"However, they seem to lack any sort of knightly spirit... and they are a bit greedy, even at times disgracefully so."
Watching the players nearly fight over the scimitars dropped by the goblins, Berserker shook his head helplessly.
Eve could quite understand this.
The wooden swords she had provided for the players were crudely made, whereas the metal scimitars stolen from human caravans, although inferior in quality, were still sharper.
To the players, this represented better equipment.
Sensing the feedback from the players killing the goblins, Eve felt increasingly delighted.
"Accumulated 1.2 points of Divine Power."
She thought contentedly.
Perhaps due to the long-time occupation of the elves' sacred land, the resentment of the Elf Souls from the slain goblins was considerable, and in just less than half a day, Eve's investment in creating players' bodies almost broke even.
With the discovery of additional Divine Blood Crystals by the players, she was already starting to profit.
"Although still far away, I am one step closer to obtaining an incarnation."
Looking at her nearly 13 points of Divine Power and contemplating her goal of 100 points, Eve consoled herself.
She was becoming somewhat weary of playing the inactive backdrop...
The players' battles continued, and with the significant reduction of goblins in Feilengcui, the goblin priests within the ruins finally realized something was amiss.