My players are so fierce

Chapter 54 54. Some people are still struggling to fight monsters, and some people have reached the peak of their lives.

In Cadman City, around the defense line of the militia commanded by Maxim, a group of young players who have just entered the game are resting here.

All players, including Sister Pomegranate, the "Chosen Daughter" who has four character specialties, are in a miserable state, and there are only 24 of the 19 young players left.

Just now, the black snow in the city suddenly increased. It was like some weird sign that caused the despair derivatives to suddenly launch a counterattack. Unprepared, the five young players were drowned in the sea of ​​monsters.

If Maxim hadn't led people to rescue them, it would have been difficult for the remaining people to come back alive.

"You are too reckless!"

Maxim held the calculation orb in his hand and scolded the little players in front of him in a cold voice:

"With your strength, you shouldn't have come near this place! You do have courage, but your sacrifice should be more valuable! Your life belongs to Mr. Murphy, and you have just wasted his time.

Go to the safe area behind to hone yourselves, and come back after you have mastered real combat skills. "

After speaking, Maxim turned and left without hesitation.

The young players didn't care about the NPC's scolding.

They just felt that this was the NPC reminding them that with their current character levels of 1-2, they really could not wander around in the "monster wilderness" in front of them.

In other words, if a trumpet mistakenly enters a high-level map, isn't it common for a few people to die?

"This real battlefield is different from a group battle."

The leader of the four-man group [Hedong Lion's Roar] said to his two brothers:

"We do have to practice more, but have you picked up Agou's dog tags and calculation orbs? We don't have the money to buy him another set now."

"I picked them up. Agou threw them out when he died."

[Shannan Tiger Roar] replied, and glanced at the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry brothers next to him. They had just rushed too hastily due to the large number of people, and as a result, four of the five people who died were from their side.

"It's better to do the collection mission honestly first, and then raise your swordsmanship level to proficiency."

The third child [Western Sichuan Langxing] rubbed his shoehorned face and said to his brother:

"Brother Bang will lead us tomorrow, but the pomegranate girl next to me is awesome. I just saw her fight three monsters by herself and rescue two NPCs. They are all first-level characters. Why is she so awesome? "

"If the specialties of the four characters are not great, then the balance of the game will be ruined."

Brother Lion Roar snorted, stood up, patted the dirt on his pants, and said:

"Don't be envious, the sum of our characters' attributes is the same, there is no way to disrupt the balance.

As for the special skills, they are developed by themselves. I dare say that if I meet this girl in real life, even if she has a clothes pole in her hand, it will not be a problem for one person to beat the three of us.

As a man, if your skills are inferior to others, you should admit it!

Don't say mean things.

Let's walk around, search the ruins first, and find some wine to increase Mrs. Tracey's reputation. "

"Hey, don't tell me, this crappy game is quite interesting."

The second and third eldest children stood up and followed the boss towards safer ruins. As they walked, they said:

"I think our offline training can be done online. Not only is it real, but it's not afraid of bleeding, so you don't have to hold back."

"Nonsense, you can practice skills online but not muscles, so you have to practice offline. Do it well for two months and then go abroad to compete. I have a hunch that if we can beat Maxim to the ground before the competition, then This time I go out to play a game and I’m sure I’ll get a big upset!”

At the same time as the old soldiers left, the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry brothers who had suffered heavy losses and folded in four people at once were also dejected and prepared to leave the front line. There were only a few student party members left. This is a waste of time.

But Sister Pomegranate was in high spirits.

Especially after everyone left, she grabbed the swift sword in her hand and walked to Maxim, using the orb of calculation to translate to him:

"Mr. Maxim, I want to fight you!"

"Ok?"

Maxim entered and exited the "Monster Wild Area" three times today, and he was already very tired.

But seeing the heroic girl in front of him challenging him, he suddenly became interested, stood up, stretched his shoulders, and said:

"If it's a challenge, then I won't show mercy, warrior! But you don't seem to be good at using a sword, so use your best weapon."

"Uh"

Sister Pomegranate shrugged, dropped the sword, then clenched her fists and lowered herself, assuming a standard boxing stance. Seeing this, Maxim also neatly dropped the sword in his hand, clenched his fists and prepared for a fight.

Although he has always learned blood vulture swordsmanship, the training of blood servant warriors also includes close combat, and he is not afraid of this kind of fists and kicks.

"Western boxing."

Sister Pomegranate squinted her eyes as she watched the NPC's movements, then grinned, thinking that this game was really good at details like this.

She didn't care about plot equipment, and she rarely played games before. This was out of professional habit, and she could tell the action style of the NPC in front of her at a glance.

Also looks good.

In terms of motion capture, she is indeed willing to call this game the best!
Behind this position, a young player from the student party looked curiously at the intense close combat between Sister Pomegranate and the white-haired NPC, with envy in his eyes.

Look at others and then look at yourself. They are all players who just entered the game today. Why is there such a big gap?

If Sister Pomegranate hadn't given him a hand just now, he would have been chewed alive by the monsters that rushed towards him. This game recommended by my good brother A'yuan is really good.

But this is too real and a little bit uncomfortable. Just now I saw several monsters rushing towards me. I felt a warmth in my crotch and almost peed my pants. Holy shit!If he escapes in front of so many people, his gaming career, no, his life will probably end here, right?
"Ugh."

The little player [The Chosen Gray Man] sighed.

He is not a particularly sociable person in reality, and it is impossible for him to suddenly become a social cow in the game. At this time, he was thinking about whether to be a "lone wolf" and pick up some garbage in the ruins outside. I saw a friend request pop up in the private chat on the player interface.

"Iai, a dump truck?"

The Asher blinked.

He had heard Ah Yu brag before that this should be one of the two middle-aged uncles in the game, right?
Why did he add him as a friend?

Although he was confused, he still accepted the invitation, but when he was still thinking about how to say hello, the dump truck over there said:

"Little brother, are you the top student in the civil engineering design major at Gebao and Niuniu's school, right? I heard Ah Yun say that your design has won an award?

It's amazing. At first glance, he looks like a dragon or a phoenix among people. He is young and promising!

No wonder you can apply through the test. "

"Oh, it's just a pheasant prize, you're too complimentary."

The gray man's cheeks instantly felt hot, and he complained in his heart that Ah Yuan was so unrestrained and said everything, but he was a little flattered by the enthusiasm of the old man opposite him.

The student party member is very thin-skinned, and a few words of compliments instantly increased his favorability towards the cunning middle-aged man named Dump Truck.

"Well, why don't you come to the survivor camp?" The dump truck then issued an invitation and said:

"There is a place for you here! You will never regret it if you come, trust me!"

"what?"

The chosen one was really confused now. He asked cautiously:
"Is there any exclusive mission there?"

"You'll know it when you come here, it's a good thing! We are all brothers who play together and are the chosen ones who have qualified for the test. How could I lie to you?

Come on, I will serve as an official for you, and I will find two girls for you to be assistant secretaries, including a wife, as you like.

I have already chosen the people for you, two rich girls in trouble, come here quickly!
It's urgent here. "

The dump truck conveniently sent an invitation to form a team and urged them a few more words.

The dustman looked confused and had no idea what a dump truck meant.

Official?

Is this some slang?

Can you still be an official in this game?

And what the hell is it like for a rich girl in trouble to be an assistant secretary?
Does this game still have such exciting gameplay?

Depend on!
Didn't that guy Ah Yu say it before, or was it that Ah Yu, who was full of confidence, didn't figure out this gameplay himself?
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"Miriam appointed three young players as camp managers? She really understands this game."

Outside the defense line of the ruins of Cadman City, Murphy, who was resting with his eyes closed, let go of the core computing orb in his hand.

As the superior node of the communication matrix between players, this thing allows Murphy to browse all private conversations between players and record the sending and completion of every task in the matrix without being discovered.

Of course, he wouldn’t call it “peeping into privacy,” it’s just a “necessary protection” for young players.
After all, this different world is really dangerous, and the current level of young players is not enough to go out and wander around.

He actually noticed the changes in the survivor camp very early.

I thought that Miriam, a college student with knowledge but no practice, would be in a hurry and finally bow her head and ask him for help, but she didn't expect that the red-haired girl's brain was as easy to use as ever, and she didn't need his reminder, she was able to learn without a teacher. Mastered the correct way to use small players.

In other words, since Miriam has bravely taken the first step, she can't do anything on her side. As the only "dog planner" currently and probably for a long time, she may not be able to do anything in this regard. Can you do some work?
"Look at their methods, and then look at you, Tris."

He whispered to Tris, who was resting on the alchemy table next to him:

"My alien warriors have great potential. You must learn the correct way to get along with them. Don't always let them find you drinks. That would be overkill."

"Get out of here and let me take a break, little Murphy."

Tris looked tired.

She was not fishing, but she was exhausted after just undergoing an alchemical operation. There were several large boxes of special-colored kerosene placed in the open space not far from Tris.

It was a special material collected by young players from all over the city, and Tris added the alchemy substance Fiery Glue to it so that it could burn more violently, quickly and sustain a long and wide range of flames.

Now just the first batch.

Murphy's plan is to produce a huge amount of fire oil that can ignite the entire ruins of the outer city, which means that Tris will have no time to spare for the next two days.

"Do we really want to burn the entire outer city?"

A few minutes later, Cuisi stretched and opened her eyes. She picked up the wine that the little player next to her "Xiao Jing" gave her and opened the lid. She took a savory sip and looked at the sword guard who was looking through the tomb. Murphy from Cao Dian said:

"This is also the first time I have encountered a large-scale invasion of astral energy into the material world. The advice I provide you is just a guess based on my knowledge of spiritual energy.

I can't guarantee that after the flames burn, the astral shadow in the city will fade away.

Perhaps a more dangerous situation will occur, such as stimulating the astral filth that has enveloped and devoured the inner city but has stabilized and begun to recede, causing it to expand to the outside world. "

"It doesn't matter, this is for the survivors. For them, the knowledge of psychic powers is too obscure. The Transians firmly believe that only in places burned by fire, darkness and evil will disappear.

They want to see a result that gives them peace of mind, and we should accommodate their wishes. "

Murphy looked at the text describing the power of the Tomb Sword Guard in the secret book in his hand, and he whispered:

“And even if we do nothing, the inner city will be completely pulled into the star realm in a few days, right?
This is already the worst case scenario, how much worse can it get?But I'm curious, Tris, are you sure that the underground buildings will not be taken away by astral psychic energy? "

"That is chaotic astral spiritual energy, and it is not the omnipotent divine magic released by the Star Gods. Since it is spiritual energy, it must follow the most basic rules. They can indeed corrode all materials and physical structures of the material world.

But that takes time. "

Trish explained:
"After the surface city is dragged into the star realm, the underground structure of the inner city will definitely be preserved, but being completely saturated with such a huge amount of dirty spiritual energy will change the material properties there, and it will become a place that is incompatible with the real world. places, you may need to spend huge manpower and material resources to regain them.

By the way, little Murphy, don’t hide it from me. What exactly do you want to do with this series of actions? "

"Snapped"

Murphy closed the Tomb Sword Guard Code in his hand, looked back at Tris' probing gaze, showed a gentle smile, and said:

"The eldest lady's previous accusation is correct. I do plan to establish my own territory on the ruins of Cadman City. Anyway, the Blood Vulture Clan is gone, so this unclaimed land is naturally first come, first served.

As for how we should develop in the future, I don’t have a specific idea yet.

But if I can get the leadership of the Blood Eagle Clan, I will definitely make you the new leader."

"Hey, who cares."

Tris rolled her eyes charmingly and said in a long voice:

"I don't want to have anything to do with the Blood Vulture anymore. Maybe we can leave here, little Murphy. I still have some old friends in other clans. They will accept us, and your warriors will make you famous. The power you are destined to have”

"No, I'm not leaving."

Murphy took Tris' hand.

He looked at the terrible scars extending from Tris's neck to her bra, and he whispered:

"The wound that has tortured you for almost 200 years was done by Sarokdar, right? He owes us this! He must apologize and compensate for causing you to suffer for so long.

If he is not willing to give it, we will get it ourselves!
Like a true Transian, grab what you want! "

Murphy's categorical words silenced Tris. She took another sip of wine and said:

"You wouldn't have said such things before, little Murphy. The gradually emerging power is luring you into the home of vampires, which makes me a little worried."

"Is there a possibility that I have always been like this, but I only dared to show my true side after gaining strength?"

Murphy grinned and looked back at the ruins of the outer city still covered by the shadow of the astral world. He let out a sigh of relief, let go of Tris's hand, and said:

“This is our home in this world!
It is not gentle and is even very brutal and rough. However, even if it has suffered misfortune, contempt and neglect, who would despise their own home?
We're not going anywhere!

We start our new life here!
Say goodbye to the weakness, compromise and self-pity of the past!From now on, you and me, our lives can only be in our own hands.

Just like my warriors, we must live as free as them! "

(End of this chapter)