This Text Adventure Game is Totally Poisonous

"Everyone, pay attention to guarding your position, and absolutely don't let the werewolves escape!"

On the edge of the battlefield, Zhang Yang stood behind the trench and commanded.

Seeing the rapidly changing situation on the field, he was quite anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Although he is also a player, he is a new player for less than a week. His level is only level 3, which is the lowest among all the players present.

If it weren't for so many years of seniority in the system, he wouldn't even be the director of this branch.

"There are still too few people available..."

Seeing that all ten players were blocked by a summoned creature, and none of them could pull out their hands, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh.

He was given the title of Director of Disorders in K City, but only ten players were assigned to him. How easy is it to use these ten people to manage the players in the whole city?

There are quite a few other ordinary players, but the role these ordinary people can play in real player battles is really limited.

Just like now, dozens of them are surrounded by the sidelines, but they can only watch the bloody battle between ten player teammates and the werewolves, and they can't help at all. The only thing that can be done is to guard the encirclement and prevent the battlefield from spreading to other places as much as possible.

The only thing he hoped for now was that his own people could kill the summoned knight before the werewolf, so that they would at least have a chance to stop the werewolf.

However, the facts have proved that what is often feared will happen.

After the werewolf chased and slashed all the way, the unicorn finally began to lose its strength no matter how flexible it was. The werewolf seized the opportunity and stabbed it right in the back.

The unicorn wailed, and its body shrank rapidly, almost becoming the size of a normal horse, and its speed slowed down visibly with the naked eye.

On the other side of the battle, the Templars seem to be in desperate situations frequently, but in fact their vitality is still very strong, and it will not be a problem to last for another ten minutes.

"Oops……"

Cold sweat broke out slightly on Zhang Yang's forehead, and he quietly buckled the revolver.

He has already made the fastest plan: if it doesn't work, let all the soldiers shoot and kill the werewolf and unicorn at the same time!

Although in this way, the task of 'catch a unicorn alive' would be considered a failure, but at least you can still get a unicorn corpse, which is better than getting nothing at all!

Just when Zhang Yang silently made this decision, a voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie at his waist.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

Zhang Yang was stunned, and subconsciously glanced around. All the team members were already gathered here, and no one was using the walkie-talkie at this time. Who was talking?

"Who are you?" Zhang Yang picked up the walkie-talkie and asked.

"I am Goshawk."

"Impossible! Goshawk has been confirmed dead, who are you?" Zhang Yang's face instantly became extremely serious.

"Hehe, it doesn't really matter who I am. What's important is that I'm going to tell you two pieces of information that are very useful to you and can even turn defeat into victory for you."

"What information?" Zhang Yang was taken aback for a moment, and then subconsciously glanced around again.

The opponent can see the battle situation here, that is to say, the opponent is nearby?

"First, the weakness of the werewolf is in the heart. If you don't injure his heart first, he will have a recovery ability comparable to that of Wolverine. No matter how hard you work, it will be useless."

"How do you know?" Zhang Yang asked subconsciously. If this weakness is real, it is too valuable.

"Second, there is a trap under the big tree in the north. You just need to lure the werewolf to the trap, and it will naturally create a chance for you to kill him." The other party did not answer his question, but looked after himself. Said the second intelligence.

The big tree in the north...

Zhang Yang subconsciously glanced to the north, and there was indeed a very conspicuous big tree, but the surrounding environment looked ordinary, and there was really no sign of any trap.

"How to prove that your information is true?" Zhang Yang hurriedly asked.

"I don't need to prove it. If you still want to catch the werewolf, you can only choose to trust me, don't you?"

Zhang Yang was silent, indeed, now that they were pushed to the edge of a cliff, someone pointed out a way for them, and they had to try it if they were not sure.

"The last question, who are you?" Zhang Yang asked.

As a result, there was only a click from the opposite side, and the communication was hung up.

Zhang Yang was also helpless, the other party obviously didn't want to reveal his identity.

Not enough, but he has already vaguely guessed, could this person be the one who attacked the spider's lair just now?

If he really wiped out an A-level singularity single-handedly, then this person's strength is terrifying, and his words are worth listening to.

Just at this time, the situation on the battlefield changed again.

After running away for a while with its half-disabled body, the unicorn finally lost a lot of blood and fell to the ground. It struggled to stand up, but couldn't get up again.

The werewolf was even more decisive, and immediately rushed towards the unconscious unicorn, already holding a cloth bag in his hand.

"Quick! Fire and stop the werewolf!" Zhang Yang shouted hastily.

"But Team Zhang, this will kill the unicorn by mistake!" A team member next to him hurriedly reminded.

"I can't control that much anymore! Let's all fire!"

Zhang Yang yelled, raised his revolver and started shooting first.

The others also obeyed the order and opened fire. The hail of bullets instantly flooded the werewolf's position, setting off a large flame.

But the werewolf in the middle was a dexterous roll, and when he broke through the artillery fire, he grabbed the unicorn's horn in his right hand and quickly stuffed it into the cloth bag.

At this time, the werewolf had been baptized by guns and was covered in blood, but the wounds all over his body were recovering rapidly.

Zhang Yang believed the man's words more and more, and hurriedly said on the walkie-talkie: "Everyone, cover fire and force the werewolf under the big tree in the north!"

With an order, the firepower output on the scene suddenly became heavier.

No matter how strong the werewolf's resilience was, it was still flesh and blood after all, and it was impossible for it to resist too many bullets for a long time. At this time, in the hail of bullets, it instinctively ran away along the weakest point of the bullets.

All the way to the big tree, suddenly, there was a 'pop' sound from the bottom of the foot.

The familiar sound of trap closing made the werewolf's heart skip a beat.

However, this was not over yet, and then, a dozen sawtooth traps around him were triggered one after another, all biting on his legs, directly anchoring him in place.

"Nimma!"

Realizing that he was caught in the trap, the werewolf cursed secretly, and hurriedly raised his knife and began to dismantle the traps. However, even if the more than a dozen traps were all made of wood, they were not so easy to dismantle.

What's more, the other party will never give him such a chance.

"Everyone, aim for the heart and fire with all your strength!"

The werewolf vaguely heard the order sounded in the distance, and was even more horrified, and hurriedly raised the knife to protect his chest.

However, this protection was almost zero, and his arm was instantly blasted through by the densely covered artillery fire, and his internal organs were also hit by bullets. With the damage to the heart, even the recovery ability began to be greatly reduced, forming a vicious circle.

Feeling the rapidly falling vitality, the werewolf subconsciously wanted to activate the statue for the last time, but then he thought of something, and instead of taking the statue out, he pressed a transmitter button on his waist.

Then he protected the unicorn under his body, bent his whole body, and withstood the scour of the gunfire with his flesh and blood.