The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 689 - 371: Crushing Dry Weeds and Smashing Rotten Wood

Above the hidden laboratory.

A Night Watcher said, "Anbro should be held in the laboratory below. The people inside have already noticed us and are preparing to resist."

"The Captain and the others have found the right path and are breaking through from the front; we'll launch a surprise attack from above."

To be honest,

5 people launching a surprise attack on an enemy mage laboratory, while still being discovered, is a forced breakthrough.

In this situation, splitting into two groups and having one group directly drop down from above.

Only the Night Watchers would dare to attempt such a feat.

And being able to accomplish such a feat, besides the Night Watchers' confidence, is due to their intelligence.

Anbro below had already performed an identification, seeing everyone's level clearly.

The Night Watch Mage said this while forcefully striking the ground beneath them with the metal magic staff in his hand.

The magic power waves instantly penetrated downwards.

The ground seemed to crack open, revealing an opening.

"Hole open!"

As the Night Watchers' level gradually stabilized, more Night Watchers focused their efforts on deep control and mastery of skills.

Many Night Watchers also began using skills as a starting point, learning other spells that branch from them.

When Kana initially designed the profession system, the professions provided were all capable of increasing proficiency in most skills.

This means that automatically learned skills can become a source that spreads outward, allowing for learning other abilities in a quicker manner.

As the hole opened, the Night Watcher beside it jumped down directly.

The mage followed closely, jumping down as well.

Inside the laboratory at this moment.

The laboratory head looked up at the ceiling overhead.

The stone roof split open.

A mass of sand and soil fell down.

Through the magic power waves, he could feel life forms falling quickly from above.

Meanwhile, explosions and rumblings came from the normal entrance of the laboratory.

The surrounding research assistants were mage scholars, and their combat experience was extremely weak.

Some people even started to hide away, shivering in fear.

Most of the guards had already gone to the front.

The laboratory head gripped the magic staff, energy already gathered at the tip, aimed at the direction of the hole.

As figures fell down.

The attack arrived in an instant.

However, the enemies seemed well-prepared; the magic barrier directly canceled out his initiated attack.

"Sure enough, real-time communication is possible." He made the following judgment.

The first figure dropping down vanished without a trace upon landing.

"Don't freeze, you fools, use revealing spells." He loudly reminded.

A few brave experimental assistants hurriedly began casting spells in a disorganized manner.

But in this chaotic situation, only one person among them completed a spell that shouldn't be too difficult.

The others failed completely due to a lack of concentration.

The revealing spell was a kind of light purple dust, beginning to spread around as magic power gathered.

The mage who landed immediately glanced around.

It was then that people realized this mage had pointed ears, an elf.

They had heard there were quite a few elves among the Night Watchers, and now they saw it was true.

However, compared to the revealing spell.

The hidden Night Watcher thieves were much faster and more experienced.

A large-scale dust spell directly flooded the whole laboratory.

The laboratory was engulfed by an invisible smoke bomb, plunging into confusion.

"What's happening?"

"Quick, blow the smoke away."

"Who, who's over there?"

Spell missiles flew around chaotically.

Judging from the trend of attacking, it was clear that the panicked experimental personnel started attacking blindly.

"Stop it, you fools, there are only two enemies, the rest are all our people."

His reminder was already meaningless.

Because as some were attacked, they too began to assault indistinct figures.

The Night Watchers' attack was too fast and too violent.

It gave a feeling of wanting to blow this place sky-high.

Putting immense pressure on these inexperienced scholars, not even giving them time to calmly think.

The laboratory fell into complete chaos.

The host himself put up a shield, defending against two spell missiles.

"Damn it." He cursed lowly, but was helpless.

Waving the magic staff, just as he was about to disperse the smoke.

A magic power chain shot out from beneath him, binding his legs.

He quickly drew the magic staff, struck it forcefully, significant magic power wrapped around the staff directly breaking a chain.

Yet more chains flew in from all directions, immediately securing him tightly in place. These magic chains unexpectedly had a certain sealing demon effect.

Magic power spells with sealing demon effects, this seemed outrageous any way you looked at it.

"What kind of spell is this?"

The trapped host asked this question first.

"Should I praise your curiosity?"

The Night Watch Elf Mage emerged from the smoke, coming to the man's front to ask.

Looking at the elf's eyes, and those green pupils, clearly distracted him again.

"You Night Watchers seem to have some technique of gathering magic power in the eyes for detection?

So this smoke is akin to nothing for you, right?"

The elf shook his head helplessly.

"You really are sharp; if this matter were personally directed by you, I would think its credibility slightly increased."

At this moment, only sounds of bodies hitting the ground and faint cries came from within the smoke.

The cries made it clear the Night Watchers didn't go for the kill, but knocked out all the experimental assistants.

Confident voices came from the rear.

"What's with all the smoke."

A brawny figure emerged, casually tossing the people he carried over his shoulder and in his hand onto the ground.

The laboratory's host looked at his carefully selected guards whose abilities counted as elite being tossed out like garbage.

More terrifying was these people were captured alive, unconscious.

This further underscored the Night Watchers' absolute suppression of strength.

"Captain, you've become a Combat Master; can you be more stable?

Otherwise, the Tactical Master will be too distant for you."

A younger voice sounded.

A cloaked Night Watcher riding a boar with a bow on his back followed.

A crow perched on his shoulder, and his hand entwined with a snake.

The stocky man called Captain chuckled.

"What does it matter, these fools actually captured my teammate; I don't want to recruit new members for the team at this point."

"Mind your words." A cold voice sounded.

The icy tone made the previously cheerful Night Watchers shut their mouths.

Even the seemingly reckless brawny man closed his mouth silently, becoming serious.

A tall, shadowy figure, clad in robes, hidden entirely in darkness, walked in.

Slim physique.

Steady steps yet extremely imposing.

Only one kind of person could give the Night Watchers such an oppressive feeling.

That is the Judge from the Judgement Court.

"Sorry, I misspoke."

The strong Night Watcher Combat Master said this.

His recent words had a tone suggesting the Night Watchers' group was his personal possession.

The Judge immediately went to the mage bound with chains.