Chapter 288: Cant You Read Your Minimaps? (2/2)

In their minds, all they had to do was be careful around the sinister monks of the Brilliant White Church. They basically feel no need to be prudent around anyone from other churches, let alone the Players who equipped themselves like a ragtag military force.

Who were they kidding, after all? What could the fools wearing those silly fish heads be capable of? Instakill us?

But all of them were caught off guard the moment the tourney began, falling into a brief panic when they were teleported into the maze island.

Whether it was because Xi Wei had been irritated by their arrogance or simply because they were unlucky, the wyvern-less wyvern knights ran into wandering lizard beasts the moment they reached the maze island.

Then, right after repelling the lizard beasts, they ran into a group of pigheaded men and were forced to beat up over a hundred of them and send them fleeing. By then, they were reduced from thirty to around fifteen and everyone was left fatigued as they dragged themselves onward.

Even so, these elites of the Temple of Glory suffered another terrible setback when they stepped right into the most classic of trapsthe rolling boulder and the swinging scytheand now, only the eight of them left.

When it comes to fighting, the wyvern knights were actually the best of the best. They wouldn’t lose to any veteran Player by much, and on their wyverns, perhaps only first-rate Players could be an equal match.

Still, they were much more inferior when it comes to exploration of unfamiliar grounds and survival in the wild.

For one, despite the path of the maze appearing to be headed in every other direction, they would somehow end up returning to the same spot. That would have been fine since the maze confounds everyone within the first place, and being poor with directions wasn’t actually a lethal weakness for fighters who had awakened their aura.

The problem was that the traps in the maze respawned.

Hence, again and again, they would have to start scampering away to escape from the huge rolling boulder that dropped from on high, or evade the massive scythes that were swinging back and forth as if they were playing a rhythm game.

It was not as if they didn’t try attacking the traps—but their aura slashes which usually would have easily cut boulders in two merely left a faint gash on the boulder in the maze. That also meant missing their chance to run, and the one who tried to cut it apart would end up flattened into miserable mincemeat…Things were no different with the swinging scythes. Sure, they could hit the scythes on the pivot, but the scythe would promptly explode with the force of a hand grenade. Several wyvern knights who weren’t killed by the scythes previously would only end up as dartboards for the shrapnel of the scythes they destroyed… And what was more frustrating? Any culprit would become the dartboard, so the other survivors don’t have any targets to vent with…

It was absolutely exasperating, but they still had to carry on.

Hence, after running around in circles, the wyvern knights had lost all their composure and confidence, trudging along the maze as if they were refugees sneaking around, while also reaching out to poke at the ground every few steps they take to check for traps.

Hence, when Jom and Terry inadvertently stumbled upon those miserable knights while walking their dog, both the Players were left speechless when they learned what had happened to their group.

Jom, who had been wary that they were powerful foes felt utterly stumped, ‘Why would the likes of you have the gall to call yourself believers of the War God, elites of the Temple of Glory?’

In comparison, Terry’s thought process was much simpler.

‘Can’t any of you read your minimaps?

‘Oh, right, never mind. They don’t have minimaps.