Chapter 312 311 Ah, the boomerang that flew out struck me
Chapter 312 311. Ah, it feels so painful when the flying boomerang pierces my body!
Dorothy said that she needed negotiation assistants, but she only needed five people. This was clearly asking the young players to quickly elect representatives to participate in the grand event, and the three dump trucks who initiated this "debt collection operation" were naturally among them.
In addition to the current leader of the "Riptide Knights", the honorary knight Taipal and the leader of the student party, Ge Bao, there are five people.
Old players all know the reputation of these five guys, so everyone has no objections to this.
Of course, not all newcomers are convinced that they are represented, but they have just entered the game and have not even understood the basic gameplay. Now it is really up to them, let alone others, to do such a big thing that directly determines the direction of the plot.
They themselves are not worried
But after all, there are 214 players here, and it is not easy to unanimously agree. The chief of the Bloodclaw clan, Hogg, is escorting the goods towards the abandoned tax station, and there is probably up to twenty minutes left.
There is not enough time for everyone to discuss.
At this time, you can see the difference between organized and unorganized.
The more than eighty members of the Riptide Knights who came here found a place to collect their opinions in a decent manner.
Although they are a player knights, their RP experience in other games allowed their grassroots commanders to go deep into the captain level after forming a team. In this way, Taipal only needs a short time to unify the team members.
Views.
On the other hand, the other individual players were in a mess, and there were even a few guys with a bad temper who started arguing over this matter.
All this is under the attention of veteran players.
They did not have a complicated and in-depth discussion on whether to accept the Blood Claw Clan. Everyone had already reached an agreement. Since the Blood Claw Clan is a prestigious force supported by the players, it must exist!
Therefore, the biggest question now is not whether to accept it or not, but whether the "apology" offered by the Jackals can satisfy the players?
"This Riptide Knights is incredible."
The dump truck sat on a lame chair and whispered to Pigeon Bao, who was hiding in the shadows and wiping his staff with a handkerchief:
"Their organization is almost catching up with the player army that Brother Bang has trained so hard. I guess Brother Bang may be anxious for a while after these guys officially form an army."
"Won't."
Ge Bao was very open-minded. He waved his hand and said:
"They are members of the RP party. They focus on plot experience, and most of them have switched to administrative careers. I guess that the administrative system of Transia will have to be supported by them in the future. Those management-level things are enough to keep them busy. Just this alone
This determines that their combat effectiveness cannot be stronger than Brother Bang's army.
Moreover, lining up and fighting are two different concepts.
Brother Bang is a war madman and has no interest in management and construction.
He is focused on fighting. He is a professional. As the saying goes, don't use your own interests to challenge others' ability to eat.
But when the level of the administrative profession was raised later, and one person could lead four guards, the Riptide Knights could organize 500 people with NPC guards alone, and could even strategically influence the direction of a small-scale battle. This was no longer the case.
Something that powerful combat professionals simply cannot do.
However, Brother Mudhead, Meow Shark, who has the highest perception in our beast group, just told me that there are three guys in this batch of newcomers who gave him a bad impression."
Ge Bao looked around and lowered his voice and said:
"You know that Meow Shark is a hunter. After passing the Black Iron Trial, the vampire senses have been specialized into the talent of 'Killing Sense'. He told me that the 'Three Fish Brothers' have something that ordinary people don't have."
A sense of chilling.
They are dangerous.
Even more dangerous than Cat Brother.
Brother Cat is just a samurai swordsman. If I have to use a metaphor, Brother Cat is a sheathed sword, but these three guys are just unsheathed swords. Do you think the three of them are like this in reality?
"Shh!"
Hearing Ge Bao talk about this dump truck, his heart suddenly suddenly stopped, and he quickly blocked his mouth. The well-informed middle-aged man looked around, waved his hands and said:
"Don't talk about it, just play your game. No matter what their background is, don't have any more contact with them."
"Yes, just play your game."
Brother Shovel, who was always sober next to him, glanced covertly in the direction of the six people from the prodigal son in the border town, and reminded him in a low voice:
"It's strange that the special characteristics of this game have not been noticed by the higher-ups, but no matter what status a person is, being able to enter the game means that Alpha Company's path has been taken. Maybe they are officially sent here."
Representatives are here to supervise whether anything that violates the law occurs in the game.
This is actually a good thing, you know?
Freedom without supervision will definitely cause some things that no one wants to see.
The moral standards in reality are all mixed, not to mention that this game now amplifies everyone's good and evil tendencies. If you really want to degenerate, you can create some Chosen of Khorne or followers of Slaanesh on the spot in a matter of minutes.
With the constraints of the rules and regulations, when everyone knows where the bottom line is, many rules will naturally become agreed upon."
"Well, that makes sense."
Pigeon Bao nodded repeatedly.
He knew that he was a student and had little knowledge of social affairs, so he was very convinced of the judgment of these well-informed big brothers in this regard.
"What are you guys talking about?"
Moyou, who was riding a manticore, strolled over with a small bag in his hand and said to the dump truck:
"The results of everyone's drawing of lots have been tallied, do you want to take a look now?"
"Look at the fur!"
The fully insured semi-danger, protected by his four female guards, complained:
"There is a voting option in the player interface, and the NPC will count it, so why do we still need to draw lots?"
"Hey, doesn't this have to be a ritual?"
Touch your poor smile and said:
"For such a big thing, we must give everyone a chance to participate in the performance. You should write down your decision quickly, and then I will hand this thing over to the NPC."
After a period of commotion, the 214 young players finally reached a consensus before Hogg arrived at the abandoned tax house. Dorothy piled up the papers with the decisions written on them and looked at them pretendingly.
189 minor players agreed to accept the Bloodclaw clan and negotiate with them, while the remaining 25 people wanted to see Smuggler's Grove burn.
This decision was also learned by Murphy who was far away in Scarlet Castle at the same time.
The vampire lord who was engaging in "daily fencing" with Necessary Evil paused, and then expressionlessly marked the 25 player IDs who voted against it in his core orb.
These are the guys who need to be "focused on", but this does not mean that these young players are "greeded".
Totally unnecessary!
For Murphy, these little players with "destructive tendencies" are also his treasures.
Some of their disturbing desires can also be put into the right situation at the right time. As a manager, he must learn to make good use of various talents as available methods to achieve his goals.
"Refnor, give me a view, let me see."
Murphy in the scarlet corridor waved, took Necessary Evil in his hand, whispered something and then closed his eyes.
The next moment he closed his eyes, his field of vision seamlessly switched to the bird's-eye view of the blood-eating vulture soaring in the sky. Below was the scene taking place in the abandoned tax house in Smuggler's Grove.
Under the protection of a dozen gnoll barbarians riding hyenas, Hogg, the chief of the Bloodclaw clan, also rode an extremely majestic clan-style armed warg into the ruins where the players were "looking eagerly".
This naughty guy also put a flag on the saddle of the armed warg he "inherited" from Ken Porter. The flag on the flag was the emblem he designed for the Bloodclaw clan.
But to be honest, it didn't feel good to be stared at by more than 200 warriors gearing up. The Bloodclaw barbarians were all very vigilant, and some of them even had the manes on their necks exploding.
However, Hogg was very calm.
After all, it has seen the world in Fight Club, and it knows how to deal with these "weird mountain people".
After exchanging glances with Ms. Dorothy who was floating in the shadows watching the fun, Hogg jumped off his coyote, spread his arms and shouted to the five player representatives in front of him with a weird jackal voice.
:
"Ah, my brave human friends! Since that dangerous night of separation, I have been worried about your safety. Now we can finally see each other again, and here is the reward I promised!"
It shouted several times to a jackal trainer behind it, and within seconds, a dozen hyena mounts with rough saddles were brought into the ruins.
These riding hyenas are specially domesticated. They are larger than the ferocious bloody hyenas to bring better weight-bearing and endurance.
Naturally, the characters of vehicles cannot be too aggressive. They behave very docilely. Therefore, when Hogg handed over the reins of these riding coyotes to the players, these ferocious-looking coyotes just howled.
After two sounds, he stopped struggling.
Seeing Hogg pay the mission reward neatly, the anger of the administrative professional players also dissipated a lot.
Especially when Hogg then drove the Jackals to pile up the various trophies they collected from Kenport's camp that night in the ruins. Such a frank and non-bargaining attitude made the five player representatives even more satisfied.
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They immediately sent professional accountants "One Punch to Explode the Galaxy" and "Ruthless Horse Worm" to come forward to count the property. After a few minutes, the two came to a general conclusion.
"It gave almost a third. Counting the ones we looted before, the smaller half is in our hands."
Holding a lion spear decorated with the Blood Vulture emblem, the Infinite Horsefork reported to a group of old players in front of him:
"Needless to say, the remaining ones are all 'benefits' to the Scarlet Castle Logistics Office. But right now, these can be exchanged for several thousand gold coins according to the exchange price given by the administrative office, and each of the brothers can be divided equally for about one hundred gold coins.
About gold.
To be honest, this income has exceeded everyone's psychological expectations.
Of course this is for old players, new players will not get a share."
"Of course they didn't. We worked hard to earn this back, but I think these jackals must have kept a share for themselves."
Pigeon Bao whispered:
"Do you want to ask for more? We fought the war. Who would be happy if they took it away out of thin air?"
"This is not necessary."
The dump truck shook his head and explained:
"Now that everyone agrees to support the Bloodclaw clan, the trophies should be regarded as necessary investments to arm these friendly gnolls. They can't really let them hunt with their claws. And since it is a prestige force, there must be quartermasters, and they have nothing on hand.
, how to send tasks and give rewards?
The equipment and property in this game can’t just be brushed out, right?
You see, the monsters near Scarlet Castle have been almost eliminated at the moment, but novices always need a leveling area. I estimate that the Blood Claw Clan and Smuggler's Grove will become places for new players to practice in the future.
Maybe this new camp was launched just for this purpose.”
"Yes, that's true."
Ge Bao nodded, and the honorary knight Tepal next to him also thought there was nothing wrong with this statement.
Hogg has been observing them.
After realizing that these mountain warriors were satisfied with what they took out, the cunning Jackal Chief immediately stepped forward and said:
"Warriors, we have already settled the matter regarding the spoils of war, so why not talk about cooperation next?"
"Um?"
The dump truck looked at Hogg in surprise, who was as tall as his shoulders, and he said suspiciously:
"Why do you still want to cooperate with us? Ken Potter's army has been defeated. You are already the only large gnoll clan in Transia. Lord Murphy has let you go. Logically speaking, there is no threat to your new life.
Bar?"
"Yes, and it's very troublesome!"
When this matter was mentioned, Hogg suddenly frowned.
He shouted a few times to his "attendant" Nash. The cunning jackal hunter, who was as short as Hogg, immediately walked up to these alien warriors carrying a big bag and put the contents in the bag according to his chief's instructions.
The thing fell to the ground.
Suddenly a rancid smell came to the face, and the delicate new players immediately pinched their noses and screamed and dispersed amid the shouts of "Fuck", but the old players didn't care. When they were fighting the ghouls in the sewers,
I have long since thrown my sense of smell into the nine hells.
At the moment, this cannot shake their steel noses at all, but the "samples" brought by the gnolls immediately attracted their attention.
"Is this a skeleton?"
Niu Niu looked at the scattered pile of gray bones at his feet.
He squatted down in confusion and used his armored fingers to pick at these strange bones. As a vampire, although his senses were weakened in the sun, it was not difficult to find that there were still some unexplored bones left in these cracked bones.
The dissipated cold spiritual energy.
"Yes! They are evil spirits! The kobold geomagicist Jinya in the clan told me that these evil spirits come from the depths of the Smuggler's Wood and near the Filthy Swamp. They are an army of skeletons! They are very ferocious, very powerful, and they are numerous.
a lot of."
Hogg explained to the veteran players in the weird voice of a jackal:
"I brought my people here to settle. We originally planned to lick our wounds and contribute to Lord Murphy's rule. However, on the first night we camped, we were attacked by these bones.
They have spread throughout the forest, causing my people a lot of headaches.
They are very aggressive.
I have lost several powerful barbarians in the past few days. To tell you the truth, warriors, if this continues, my clan will soon be unable to withstand it. I want to hire you to help us clean up these damn bones!
Reclaim the most fertile areas of the woodlands to use as the Bloodclaw clan's great den."
This was obviously a mission, but the veteran players did not accept it immediately.
They were waiting for Niu Niu's conclusion after inspecting these skeletons, and what made Niu Niu feel familiar was that he saw the heavily rusted Plantagenet Kingdom Cavalry badge in these skeletons.
This thing immediately brought Niu Niu's mind back to the "distant" memories, that was the night when their first batch of warriors ambushed the Gorse convoy in the Smuggler's Wood.
He remembered very clearly that in that night of swords and swords, the three Plantagenet cavalrymen he stabbed to death with his own hands had such badges on them!
Considering that he was now in Smuggler's Grove and that Hogg's gnoll clan was being attacked by the Skeleton Army, a rather horrifying suspicion came to mind.
"Damn! Isn't this our fault?"
Niu Niu said to others in private chat:
"Remember the transport team that was killed by the eldest lady's midnight hunters in the Smuggler's Wood Blockade? Now I very much suspect that those corpses that were not restrained turned into these skeleton legions that were causing chaos in the woodland!
Just like when we dug a hole in Morland Village and buried the corpses of the villagers, and ended up with a ghoul lair, we didn't expect that there would be a follow-up to the initial introductory plot?
Isn’t this development team too detailed?”
"ah?"
Niu Niu's guess made the expressions of all the old players become weird. If Niu Niu's guess was right, then the trouble Hogg is encountering now is really the mine they planted when they let go.
this.
Did the boomerang come back and hit me?
"wrong!"
The sober Brother Shovel immediately shook his head and retorted:
"That transport team only has more than 200 people. According to Hogg, these skeletons are already all over the smuggler's forest. Their number is definitely exaggerated. There is definitely something wrong here!"
"so what?"
Pigeon Bao whispered:
"Will you accept this mission?"
"catch!"
Shovel squinted his eyes, looked at the lush smuggler's woodland in front of him, and said with determination:
"If you dig deeper into this line, there will definitely be a hidden plot! I said that the development team cannot just arrange a new force to appear. Maybe the Blood Claw clan is the guiding force that opens the hidden plot. But it can't be accepted so casually.
We have to find a way to squeeze more money out of Hogg!
Think of it as a ‘family benefit’ for the new brothers.”
