Chapter 200 The Tragedy of the Zakarum Revival Society

In the jungle, a large team was moving quickly.

Sylvia was dressed in tight clothes and walked at the front of the team. She was a demon hunter, a special professional known for her agility. She didn't take the promise of the Renaissance Society to give her the Amazon demon hunter professional inheritance to heart.

A brand new professional inheritance, it sounds very good, but in fact, only special professionals like her know how difficult it is to train a special professional. The Renaissance Society has been dormant for so many years, and it has only managed to gather five demon hunters. It can be said that this professional inheritance is useless.

Sending a useless profession in exchange for the support of a race. This deal is a good deal no matter how you calculate it. Only a conservative race like the Amazon would be so excited to accept the olive branch thrown by the Renaissance Society. If it was in the Kurast Council, I'm afraid it would face overwhelming accountability. At that time, even if it was the name of the Zakarum Church, it might not be so smooth.

But because of one person, the overall plan of the Renaissance Society was disrupted.

The appearance of another candidate made her feel difficult, especially since there was a mysterious God-given person in the other camp. Speaking of God-given people, she believed that no one in the world knew more about them than the Renaissance Society. When they learned that Claudia had joined the God-given person, different opinions arose in the Renaissance Society, but they finally endured it. It's not time yet. But the action that the Renaissance Society had painstakingly planned for several years was actually against this God-given person again. She felt very difficult and even delayed her period for a few days.

So she decided to have a face-to-face competition with this God-given person this time. The content of the competition was the demon invasion that the Mavina tribe was about to face.

In order to ensure that Saint Vera could successfully take over as queen and gain the right to rule the Amazon tribe, the Renaissance Society had spent a lot of money. In addition to her and the big guy, two special professionals, they also brought nearly two hundred high-level professionals. Each of them was at least level 40.

This is definitely a very strong team, even if they were dragged to the temple to find Mephisto to start a piece, it would not be a problem.

Sylvia had reason to believe that her team would never lose to that God-given person. Only three people? Do you really think you are a god? She didn't say it on the surface, but she was very contemptuous in her heart. Only such a fool would arrogantly claim that he could fight the entire demon army alone.

Suddenly, a few barely detectable sounds came from the jungle ahead. Sylvia's pupils shrank, and she immediately turned around and changed direction. A few gray-white bone spurs quietly brought a strong wind across the leather armor around her waist.

"Skinner!" Sylvia reacted very quickly. When she saw that it was the blowpipe fired by the skinner, she immediately sounded a warning.

The whole team suddenly scattered and rushed to the jungle ahead in a formation that looked chaotic but actually had a regular pattern. The distance of just over ten meters passed in a flash. Sylvia took the lead and fired the two crossbows in her hands at the same time. Two screams suddenly came from the dense jungle.

The few skinners were no match for this group of professionals with an average level of at least level 40. In less than half a minute, the jungle returned to calm. Sylvia stepped forward, kicked the bloody body of the Skinner, raised her head and lowered her voice to order: "It's their scout, be careful."

Before she finished speaking, there was a dense rustling sound in the jungle. Everyone suddenly became nervous. This is not right. Skinners, like soul hunters, will make preparations before hunting, and the main force will be on standby at the back. Once the news comes from the front, they will pounce on the prey in large numbers and surround and kill it. But now that their scouts have just been killed, how could their main force appear immediately?

The abnormal situation made everyone tense. Sylvia was also a little confused. She inexplicably remembered what Lan Wu said just now. She stared at the jungle in front of her and thought to herself: "Is it really dangerous ahead?"

Just thinking about it, the movement approached this side by several meters. At this moment, there are less than 20 meters left from the team. A mere 20 meters away, if placed on the plain, is not far at all. But now in the jungle, these 20 meters are the limit of vision.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

A series of light noises came from the jungle ahead. Sylvia and the others had been prepared, and they all fell on the ground or hid behind the trees. There was another series of light noises. Sylvia raised her head from the ground and saw the dense bone spurs on the nearby tree trunks, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

It was indeed the main force of the skinners.

With two whooshes, Sylvia announced the beginning of this encounter with practical actions. Nearly two hundred high-level professionals rushed forward and soon saw the attackers.

Skinners.

Everyone felt relieved when they saw these dwarves. The headquarters of the Renaissance Society is in Kurast. Everyone has been training here for many years and is very familiar with these dwarves. Everyone has a lot of experience in dealing with them.

Soon, screams were heard in the jungle. From time to time, professionals accidentally hit stray bullets and were hit by the skinners' blowpipes. The poison on the bone spurs quickly infected their bodies, and the whole person turned green. Fortunately, everyone was fully prepared for their poisonous arrows. After drinking a bottle of antidote, they were full of energy again.

There were more screams from the skinners. There were many of them, and they were very fierce. But facing nearly two hundred high-level professionals, they were still no match. Soon, the bodies of skinners could be seen everywhere in the jungle.

Sylvia took the time to pay attention to the battlefield. Seeing that her side had the upper hand, she felt relieved and immediately led everyone to rush forward like a sharp knife. She knew that only by killing the wizards in the skinning tribe could these dwarfs be afraid.

Rushing all the way, the team forcibly made a bloody path in the jungle. Wherever the team passed, there were corpses everywhere. And only less than ten people in the team were slightly injured. A bottle of healing potion was taken, and they recovered again.

"Find those damn wizards." Sylvia looked back and reminded loudly.

Before the voice fell, more than a dozen thick pale lightning suddenly shot out from the jungle in front. Sylvia's shouting stopped abruptly. She looked at the dozen lightnings with a faint bloody glow around them in disbelief, and cried out: "No, it's a burning soul!"

Unfortunately, her reminder came a little late. More than a dozen lightnings whistled in, and immediately three people fell down with charred bodies, and they were already dead. The sudden attack caused chaos in the team. Everyone knew the threat of a group of electric ghosts, so they quickly stepped up and rushed forward.

Only by killing those electric ghosts in the first place can the safety of the team be guaranteed.

Just after rushing out a few steps, there was a rustling sound in the jungle ahead, and soon a large group of skinners with white bones rushed out. When Sylvia saw these little dwarfs with white bones, she almost fainted.

Damn, undead skinners.