A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 59 Nightmare Island

Compared to Jiang Shuzhou, who easily wiped out a group of demons, the other teams had it much harder.

Jiang Shuzhou probably didn't expect that the strategy guide author he had once read, "87% of her body smells good" (hereinafter referred to as 87 or Teacher 87), was also in this game.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Looking at the strangely shaped creatures in the scope, Teacher 87 said.

"It must be a demon; I happened to read about it in a book."

The man next to him said that his ID was Big Guy A, and he was a warrior. Everyone called him Big Guy A.

"I have a feeling this thing was made by a mage."

On the other side, a woman dressed in a priest's robe said that her ID was Weixia. Judging from her attire and her prejudice against mages when she spoke, it was obvious that she was a priest.

Here we go again. I should have known better than to team up with a priest; I could have just picked a druid instead.

Big Boss A is a fan of 87, so when he learned that 87 was short of players, he stepped forward without hesitation and volunteered to be 87's teammate. After some simple assessments and confirmations, 87 gladly accepted this fan.

Wei Xia is different. With that ID, 87 naturally doesn't have many female fans. He doesn't need any female fans anyway. As a game guide author, his main audience is hardcore gamers. In this respect, it's not that there are no female hardcore gamers, but there are very few.

So, Wei Xia was a teammate that 87 found on the forum. After asking if the other person cared about his ID and receiving a reply that they didn't, 87 successfully found a teammate.

Three people, three professions, perfectly covering everything from melee to ranged combat, and even divine support and healing.

The system is perfect, but the team is not quite in harmony.

87 always felt that her priest teammate was a bit eccentric, constantly complaining about the mage. The mage hadn't killed her whole family; it was just some in-game conflict.

You can just say a few words casually, why are you so obsessed with it?

At this moment, 87 was filled with regret. Because of this priest, he was unable to buy the healing potion he was supposed to buy, because the healing potion was made by a mage.

In order to stop 87, the female priest even threatened to leave the team. After all, priests are capable of healing, and after some deliberation, 87 chose to compromise.

Fortunately, the priest wasn't very bright and didn't realize that the 87 gun was also made by a mage, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble might have gotten into?

"Boss A, you're in charge of pushing forward."

"Wei Xia, you're in charge of assisting Boss A and helping him recover his health."

"it is good."

"It is my duty to eradicate evil."

The only consolation is that this teammate is relatively obedient when it doesn't involve mages.

He set up his rifle, preparing to fire a few shots to take down the smaller monsters before dealing with the larger ones.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a chance. When he sent all his teammates out while he stayed in the distance to snipe, he was destined to fail.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots rang out, hitting the demons.

Only then did the demons, still locked in their infighting, react, letting out incomprehensible cries as they charged toward the source of the gunfire.

However, someone was faster than them. Boss A charged in using combat skills, smashing several demons into mincemeat.

"vomit……"

He regretted it as soon as he hit him. At this moment, a horrifying stench emanated from Boss A's armor, and the corpse of the dead demon had turned into pus, which was now dripping from the armor.

But it's no use regretting it now. Luckily, he lowered the realism to 50%, otherwise he probably would have had a mental breakdown long ago.

"Wait a minute!"

Another incomprehensible sentence appeared. Before Boss A could react, his vision was filled with green smoke.

Clearly, this is the Foul Cloud, the Demon's spell-like talent has come into play.

Then came the attack of a cowardly demon.

"clang."

The attack was ineffective, as the armor effectively withstood the claws of the cowardly demon.

With a whoosh, Boss A's sword slashed towards the Fearful Demon, accompanied by the sound of wind being cut.

The demon was instantly cleaved in two, without having time to react.

"That's the number!"

Big Boss A laughed, but he was clearly celebrating too soon. The cowardly demon, which had been cut in half, did not give up at all. It crawled on its hands with its upper body, preparing to attack Big Boss A.

What is Wei Xia doing not far away right now?

She was also surrounded by demons and was currently engaged in a fierce battle, so she had no time to care about anyone else.

"Bang bang bang!"

The bullet pierced the demon's body, and the demon who had just been entangled with Wei Xia was killed by several shots. It was 87 who made the move, saving his teammate from danger.

Looking at the situation in the scope, 87 cursed under his breath. This time, no matter what, it was his command mistake. He had been too idealistic at the beginning.

There seems to be something wrong with these demons.

Just as 87 was thinking this, a small, humanoid creature was watching him from the shadows not far away, making strange noises as it looked at him.

"Bang bang bang!"

The situation on the main battlefield improved significantly with the firepower support of 87, with most of the demons either dying at the hands of their own people or being killed by squad members.

Big Boss A and Mo Xia also broke through the demon's blockade and reunited.

Just as 87 breathed a sigh of relief, put away his sniper rifle, and prepared to rejoin his teammates.

"puff."

Claws pierced through his body, and Quassamon made his grand entrance.

"Hehehe, weak mortals, nothing more than an inferior race relying on external things, hehehe..."

With a strange laugh, Quassamon was very satisfied with the result of his sneak attack.

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang."

At this moment, 87 was not dead yet, but he was close. His abdomen had been pierced, his intestines were spilling out, and his blood stained the ground red.

Despite this, in his final moments, 87 drew his pistol and fired several shots at Quassom, severing its leg.

Although not a good commander, 87 was an excellent musketeer, and even when on the verge of death, he still inflicted considerable damage on Quassam.

The Quassamon, having lost a leg, is essentially useless; it can no longer turn invisible and its movement is extremely slow.

Knowing he was doomed, Quassamon fully unleashed his demonic nature.

If you won't let me have an easy time, I won't let you have an easy time either. Let's both die!

It had absolutely no will to survive and pounced directly on 87.

"Destroy us together!"

"Bang bang bang".

After a quick rest, A and Mo Xia returned to their previous firing positions from 87, where they witnessed a shocking scene.

The body of 87 was mangled beyond recognition, with a thin demon pressing down on him. They seemed to have been through a fierce battle before they died, their bodies covered in crimson blood.

"They died together?"

"this……"

Wei Xia seemed very surprised, while Boss A was speechless.

The scene was so shocking. Even though he knew it was just a game and 87 hadn't died, he was just eliminated, he still couldn't quite process it for a while.

The two walked toward the place where 87 had died. The captain's departure had caught them off guard, causing them to overlook some incongruous things.

Wei Xia and Boss A walked up to Captain 87 and crouched down to prepare to push away the demon on 87's body.

This decision will ruin their game.

"puff."

With its claws piercing the heart, Quassamon learned its lesson this time and did not choose to rip open the abdomen for the sake of accuracy.

Warm blood splattered all over Boss A. He stared blankly as the priest in front of him was ambushed by a demon.

Only then did he realize where the problem lay.

Demons leave no corpses after they die!

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Hehehe, human emotions are your weakness, mortal. Your companions are all dead, so why don't you..."

The demon didn't finish his sentence because Boss A had already swung his blade at Quassamon.

The Quassamon, already exhausted, was powerless to resist. Its head was severed, but even so, a strange laugh still came from its head—its last laugh.

The priest in front of them was beyond saving. The only person in the team with healing abilities was the dying priest in front of them, but obviously, she couldn't cast a healing spell when she was on the verge of death.

Actually, if she had drunk several bottles of medicine or applied some healing potion to her wound, she could have survived. After all, this was another world, and a shattered heart was nothing more than a fatal wound.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".