The World of Masks

The raid is sudden. Without any foresight, a mercenary spits brainwashed blood and collapses. The group remains stationary, like a stone statue. NPC mercenaries have not been able to figure out what the hell is going on. It seems that NPCs are embarrassed because they have not seen this attack before. Not even a few people nearby, but a colleague suddenly collapsed and died. The reason for this death was merely arrows or magic. There was only a circular hole in the corpse that drew out elongated blood, and no arrows were visible in the body. Moreover, the mercenaries have not seen the magic of shooting with these pinpoints, even during magic.

While the mercenaries are in a panic and stiffening, Jack kicks his tongue.

The other mercenaries, NPCs, had never heard of it, but they were too familiar to Jack. Attacks that appear as regular material in movies or cartoons. It was a sniper.

Are they still looking for us? '

You've been looking for them for three months. They were tougher than a pair of rubber bands. It could just be a coincidence, but how bad can it be? I wanted to pay all the respect and awe I could. All that effort to evade them caused the void of returning to Blister to fall to your bones.

'Even bolt action rifles scare me.'

Rather, it was a high-range and powerful bolt action that could have been more dangerous. That's why many snipers still take bolt action in reality.

Phew.

Another mercenary is dead. The mercenaries start to move as if they were awake only after one more person had died. But he was swaying around without knowing what to do with the unseen attack. Jack looks at the forest about 100 metres away. If you look at the sound of gunfire and the angles of mercenaries falling, it is clear that they flew from there.

"Cover the back of the cart! Hurry up!"

The first step is to get away from the bullets that are about to fly. Jack shields the cart first, and all the mercenaries rush to the side of the cart. The bullet doesn't pierce the cart, whether it works or not. Just as the carts and merchandise were damaged, the merchants cried out, but their lives came first. He was a mercenary who needed more protection than his own life, but he couldn't help it.

Jack took Callie first. I couldn't let her die even if all the others died.

"I can't take my prey away from someone. '

After pushing Callie into the back of the cart for a surprise, she sits close to the cart and leans against her back.

Why didn't they just come after us? '

Honestly, that was a pretty dangerous situation. I thought that I would escape immediately because I had a hunch that I had been raised for this, but the possibility of fatal injury was enough. But fortunately, the sniper doesn't aim at himself. No, the sniper in the woods must have been targeting NPCs first, given where the bullets are flying.

'They have nothing to do with us, or they're just playing with us.'

The latter had no reason to be agitated. But he was also that easy to deal with.

Maybe you haven't fucked the player yet? '

If he had already died once, he would have played and shot the most dangerous player first. Killing yourself and Callie's two players makes it much easier to hunt because anyone who knows anything about guns disappears. But he didn't go after them first. I was clearly relaxed.

'It's good for us.'

I wanted to publicly fuck with those guys. Jack pulls his face out of the cart and looks over at the forest. You don't know when the bullet will be released, so your face is extremely short.

'The problem is, if that sniper is the one I met, there's got to be a partner who doesn't know what to do.'

A warrior in iron armor who, in a certain sense, has no place to toughen up, carrying a cannon that needs to be fired on the ground.

Kuaang!

I knew it!

The cart was literally torn apart and smashed to pieces. A mercenary who was brutally hit with an authentic cannonball flew away from his torso. It was a terrifying power.

'At least I'm relieved that I can't shoot from the smoke.'

If you were to fire something like that, the nightmare itself would have appeared on the ground.

"Gunpowder in a fantasy game. Do you know anything about that?"

Jack pulls his gaze off and asks Callie, crouching next to him. Callie, who was holding the cart and trembling, gasps as if surprised by Jack's question. Jack shakes his head, waiting for an answer.

'You're being ridiculous.'

Jack snores inside. I feel nauseous to see the woman who came with them and left them to herself. I wanted to punch that pretty neck right now.

'Later. Later.'

The weapon-graders were the first to do it.

"You're using skills, by the way. It's really annoying."

"· · · · · · · · · What skills?"

When Callie asks, Jack points with his thumb to where they are.

"Those guys. He's probably using a skill. Guns are second to none and cannons aren't accurate enough to hit where they want to hit straight. You must be using some skill."

'Maybe they have some kind of accuracy or accuracy enhancement for people who use bows as weapons.'

If such skills have the strength to carry cannons and withstand a recoil, the crafting of cannons can only be designed with a thorough focus on power. The risk becomes even higher.

Kuaang!

A second cannonball fires another cart, just as Jack had hoped. The back of the cart is creepy, as if it were scattered by the wind.

'If you get hit, it's instant.'

Even newly fitted armor is as useless as a piece of paper in front of that cannonball.

Jack sees the survivors from the destroyed cannons. As soon as the veil disappeared, the mercenaries fell with blood on their heads on the incoming sniper.

"Heeheeheeheehee!!!!"

The other mercenaries panic. I thought I was using the cart as a cover to escape an invisible attack, but now I'm flying an attack with enough destructive power to blow the entire cart away. If we stay still, we die. If we get off the wagon, we die. A sudden horror has engulfed your mind.

"Ahhhh!!!!"

One of you starts running to the other side. As one of the mercenaries began to flee, as if it were contagious, the other mercenaries began to flee out of the cart. Jack kicks his tongue.

'Course, it's worth it.'

But it was too soon.

Shhh! Shhh!

You hear a series of bullets flying. One life at a time. The mercenaries who jumped out of the cart fell to nothing.

Jack looks around. It was a widespread plain. Perfect setting for a shooting. Judging by the people around me, they didn't seem to have a plan either. A cart is all you need to cover yourself. It was also an unparalleled cover that shattered into pieces in a single shot.

Jack gives a slight look again at the forest in front of him. If there's a sniper safe zone nearby, there's only a forest where the sniper shoots. Approximately 100 meters away. If we go in there, we'll take the second shot and at least we'll be safe from snipers.

"I can't. '

Jack raises his head slightly. And I swung the great sword.

Phew.

A large cargo has flown into the inspection.

"Ugh!"

The screams of the softanoton engraved next to you echo. Usually it was a scream I really liked, but now I couldn't care less. Immediately leaning in, Jack turns his body and grabs the lever that pulls the cart. The animals that are already pulling the cart have all been killed by snipers for a long time.

"What, what are you doing?"

You shudder next to her and ignore Callie, who is terrified of what she has done. I grabbed the handle of the cart and examined the situation.

Shhh.

Kuang!

Third boom. Another cart rolls around. The mercenaries hiding in the cart roll over. The mercenaries who were lying on the ground screaming as if they were severely shocked, splattered blood on their heads with a thump, and their lives were cut off. There was also a merchant this time. But this was the moment Jack was waiting for.

"Run!"

Jack pushes the cart roughly and runs. Approach as close as you can when you stop firing to reload. As the cart begins to move, Callie follows it. No, it would be correct to say that they are being dragged.

"What are you doing?!"

The urgent voice rang. Leaving the cart, he was forced to follow closely behind the cart to remain exposed to the threat of sniper fire, but Jack was running straight for his enemies, not fleeing. Callie deserves a fright. Jack answered decisively.

"Will I die doing nothing there?"

Jack watches Callie keep her mouth shut and pushes the cart without saying a word. The cart is moving at an unimaginable speed due to its tremendous strength and decent agility. Jack left the cargo as cover as much as he needed and threw it all away, resulting in a substantial loss of weight and increased speed. She's a wizard, so she's not too agile to follow.

Some of the mercenaries who saw Jack do it began to follow Jack around one or two times. After roughly throwing away a pile of luggage, you start running behind Jack into the woods.

"Arabic show? Look at them?"

Creed frowns in surprise as he looks at the mercenaries running toward them as they cover the cart. The distance from where the ascent was to here is about 100 meters. Given your own reload speed, at least a few wagons will arrive here without any loss. Creed turns to Vik, sitting on a branch.

"Hey, Vik, what do you think?"

The mask didn't show up, but his colleague probably frowned a lot. Vik was a man who really hated things that didn't go his way.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · Once you can fly all of them. Keep the numbers as low as you can. Let's kill the players first."

"OK!"

Creed fires a cannonball at the nearest cart, which the players are covering without a word.

Kuang!

The cart breaks apart like a cart can.

"Hit!"

As he hears Creed's cheerful voice, Vik looks up at the scope. If he was still alive, I was going to put a vent in his head and finish it. But Vik's wish did not come true.

"· · · · · · · · · · · What, that?"

"Uh, Arabic show?"

Caucasian Creed watches the unexpected as it trembles. Beyond the scattered cart were not two players rolling around, but a solid and large steel shield showing its existence as if it were an iron wall.