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Sorry, But I Never Rely On Luck When Playing Cards

Chapter 680 - 241: Is this the Joy of a Summoner?_2
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Chapter 680: Chapter 241: Is this the Joy of a Summoner?_2

Not long after, news came from Phantom side.

It had reached the end of several tunnels, and without exception, all the exits were wells.

With this, Ree Shil had mastered quite a few routes.

However, it seemed that the underground world was quite extensive, as Phantom encountered many more forks along the way.

He now suspected that the entire ancient city’s water supply was provided through these wells.

Two hours passed, and Phantom was still exploring.

Apart from discovering more routes and well openings, there had been no unexpected surprises.

But on the Ginseng side, a problem had arisen.

"Huh?"

The connection to one Ginseng had been lost in his mind.

As soon as he learned that other channels were also connected to wells, Ree Shil sent a Ginseng to each fork in Barrack Two as a meat-eye scout, or rather, a zombie-eye scout.

Now, if the connection to one Ginseng in a particular channel is lost, it can only mean that it had been killed.

"Someone’s coming."

Ree Shil had long anticipated the possibility of this happening.

Now, it wasn’t strange for someone to enter the Instance after two hours - he had done so himself, hadn’t he?

And honestly, he felt that this situation had arisen too late.

But the later it happened, the better - as he could prepare even more.

Ree Shil, who had made plans early on, stood up and moved from Barrack Two to Barrack One.

Barrack Two, which originally had very few Ginseng, was suddenly empty.

At this point, Barrack One was already filled with nearly two hundred Ginseng.

With a team of this size, even if they were all only worth 1 or 2 points, they would be enough to bury the opponents.

Especially since the early stage players probably hadn’t had much chance to get stronger by devouring enemies.

"Alright, everyone squeeze in, squeeze into the middle."

As soon as he arrived at Barrack One, Ree Shil started to give orders.

This Barrack One was actually quite suitable for an ambush.

Both entrances and exits were narrow.

If you stand in the channel looking into the hole, your line of sight will become narrower too.

So he had already arranged the position of these Ginseng in advance.

They formed a /\ shape, with the middle of the triangle empty and everyone squishing in the outer-facing area of the triangle sidelines.

That way, when others looked inside from the channel, they could only see the empty illusion he had deliberately created.

It would seem like there’s nothing there.

As for Ree Shil himself, he stood guard at the so-called "behind the door" position.

It was less than a meter away from the entrance of the tunnel.

He was always ready to deliver a big rocket to the other party - oh no, it was an Energy Bomb.

After everyone else was in position, he sent out another Ginseng.

It was allowed to re-enter the channel where the previous Ginseng had been killed and continue to be his eye.

As expected, less than 10 minutes later, this Ginseng also lost connection.

"OK, it seems the other party is advancing."

"The disconnected position is closer to me than before."

"I just don’t know if it’s a solo zombie on the opposite side."

"If it’s not, it might be a little tricky."

So he thought about it and sent out new Ginseng to test it.

And this time, he sent out five at once.

About 5 minutes later, these five Ginseng were killed one after another.

Here, the word "consecutive" is significant.

He sent so many Ginseng to test the waters, not to kill the other party.

Their pitiful attributes weren’t powerful enough to take down any contestant, even if they were multiplied several times.

The main purpose was to judge the strength of the other side through the killing time difference.

If there were many opponents or if they had AOE abilities, the five Ginseng should have all died at almost the same time.

But Ree Shil noticed just now that each Ginseng was killed five seconds apart at most.

The longest interval was 10 seconds.

"Hmm... it seems the other party is most likely a single zombie."

"And its combat power should be pretty average."

At this point, he made a judgment.

Of course, it was just a reference - there were still many uncertainties.

What if the other party saw through his ruse?

Clearly, they were an alliance of three to five contestants, but they deliberately killed the five Ginseng slowly to create an illusion for him.

It was not impossible.

In any case, it was best to proceed with caution.

And so, after patiently waiting for about 7 to 8 minutes, the disconnected sensation was fed back again.

The last Ginseng in Barrack Two was killed.

The other party was getting closer, making Ree Shil’s nerves involuntarily tense.

He estimated that in less than three minutes, the enemy would arrive at the battlefield.

Time seemed to slow down.

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Ree Shil: "What is going on?"

He couldn’t help but be a little puzzled.

Upon thinking about it, he sent another Ginseng to investigate.

He had plenty of Ginseng to spare, and he hadn’t been idle during the waiting period.

He was constantly producing troops.

As a result, as soon as the Ginseng entered Barrack Two, it was killed instantly.

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Ree Shil immediately understood.

Perhaps the guy on the other side found Barrack Two spacious and decided to make a base there.

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