Chapter 891
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The wand was now in a state of extreme regret.
He felt like he was born in the best era, the era when the Weave appeared. Movies and Weave games were just starting to come out …
What he regretted the most was that his character in the Scar of the World hadn't reached level 25. He didn't even have time to equip the Ring of Bane.
But there was no point in regretting now. He was about to die.
The man dragged the wand to the deck of the merchant ship. He clutched his abdomen as he stood by the side of the ship. A bone-piercing pain radiated from his abdomen.
An expressionless man stood in front of him. Blood was dripping down the edge of the man's sword.
The man had pierced through the wand's abdomen. The wand felt that his organs were beyond saving. He could probably live for a few more minutes in this world.
As the wand waited in despair for the man to finish him off with the sword, a woman's voice rang in his ears.
"Where did you teleport the container to?"
The container? The wand kept breathing. His vision gradually dimmed. There was only the interface of the Weave. He couldn't care less about what these killers wanted.
At least let me post something on the spellcaster forum before I die.
The wand's blood-stained fingertips were editing the last post of his life on the Weave. The title of the post was "Take it! This is my last post! "
"Answer me!"
It was another interrogating voice.
It was only when he was posting that the Wand of Short Tentacles felt stronger than these killers.
No matter how strong you are, you don't even know how to use the Weave!
This hopeless thought popped up in the wand's mind.
But in the next second, a hand suddenly reached into his magician robe, and a green leaf was taken out from the magician robe with the short wand.
The moment he saw the leaf, adrenaline began to secrete in his body. The wand's consciousness, which had been blurry due to the loss of blood, quickly became clear.
He gradually saw a woman shrouded in a grey robe standing in front of him.
"Give it back!"
The wand didn't know where he got the courage to shout at the woman.
He wanted to reach out to grab the leaf, but his body was too weak and he fell to the ground. He could only watch as the woman snatched the leaf from his World Tree.
"That vessel, the woman named Hemina, where did you send her?!"
The woman asked the short-tentacle wand again in an impatient voice.
"You want to find Hemina?" "I don't know where she was sent to, but I can use the magic net … to send her a message, as long as you return Leaf to me."
The short-tentacle wand compromised at this moment. He was not stupid, and neither did he have the guts or the resolve to put on a face of "I will not speak until I die."
In this state, if he wanted to die quickly, he could only cooperate with this woman.
"Weave? She has the Weave too? That's great … Are you friends with her? "
The woman suddenly squatted in front of the short-tentacle wand and returned the leaf in her hand to the wand. Just when the wand thought that his surrender was successful, a silver needle suddenly appeared in the woman's hand.
The needle pierced between the wand's eyebrows. For a moment, he felt that something was suppressing his thoughts.
"As long as you become my toy, that woman will be my friend." She let out a creepy laugh and covered her forehead with the wand. There was a pain in her brain, as if her brain was being devoured by insects.
As the pain continued to corrode the wand's brain, a scene suddenly flashed in his mind. His character in the World Scar was surrounded by holy light and released a spell called Holy Word: Shield!
The pain of corrosion quickly dissipated along with the spell.
What happened? He could also use Holy Word in the real world!
"How dare you refuse!" The woman saw the silver needle disappear between the wand's eyebrows and went into a state of rage again.
The wand was wondering why he could use Holy Word: Shield in the real world. Suddenly, a high-pitched eagle cry came from the sky.
An arrow hit the wooden plank between the wand and Needle.
Needle's premonition of danger made her quickly retreat, once again dodging an arrow that brushed past her cheek. However, this arrow made a circle in the air and pierced into her back.
"If only the arrows in the World Scar could also be controlled with magic."
A silhouette landed between the needle and the wand. Not long after he landed, he shouted at the surroundings.
"Who's the wand? Priest? Where's the Priest? "
"Team wipe?" The Tentacle Wand cried out in surprise. Even a teammate from the game had come to the real world?
The wand would never mistake this voice. Every time the team was wiped in a dungeon, he would hear this voice wailing beside him.
"What?"
The archer was about to correct him, but his instincts told him to grab the wand's collar and jump to the other side of the deck.
The place where the archer and the wand used to be was pierced by two sharp tentacles.
"Cough … Hurry up and run," the wand said to the archer with blood in his mouth as he covered the wound on his abdomen.
"Everyone, everyone in the Weave is so annoying!"
Sewing Needle pulled out the arrow that had pierced his back in a frenzy. Twenty-six Silent Monks dressed in gray robes walked out of the cabin.
The smell of Grey Fog began to spread on the deck.
It was impossible to win by relying on the archer alone.
"We, the Scarlet Viper, have never lost in a team battle." The archer pulled out three more arrows from the quiver beside him and nocked them on the bowstring. The ship instantly tilted towards the wand's direction.
The reason for the tilt was not because of the water in the cabin. The wand looked behind him in surprise. A group of heavily armed thugs landed on the deck behind the wand.
The weight of their equipment almost overturned the entire merchant ship.
"Looks like we've arrived at the right time."
Rona took out a pure white mask and put it on his face. The moment he infused it with magic, the scarlet mark of the Ouroboros appeared on the top of the mask.
"Guild … Guild Master?" The wand couldn't believe that this person who emitted such a terrifying magical aura … was his guild master in the game.
"Hold here and don't move!"
The wand was still in shock about who these people were. A woman came to his side and sprinkled a bottle of potion on her wound.
"Ice Vanilla?" The Tentacle Wand once again recognized a Warrior player from the guild based on the voice.
The wand felt a little dizzy. He watched as the heavily armed thugs slowly walked towards Needle in the distance.
"Who is it!" Rona's eyes swept across the Nephilic Judges. "Bullying our Priest?"
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