radicalducati Chapter 43: Steal His Mother's...
Chapter 43: Steal His Mother's...
"Guild Leader, do you think we can just go straight for a two-star wanted level this round?" Mu Fazhi said excitedly, holding a fire pot in one hand and looking at the non-stick pan.
"What if they lead the local army or something to the newbie village?" Dawn stepped forward and said.
"Let them lure us in, what can they do about it?" the Queen of the Women's Kingdom said nonchalantly.
"You guys say that if a player's favorability with Viserys is too low, their account will be banned. What if he dies? Will everyone's account be banned? After all, he's a key NPC who connects the main storyline in the game."
Li Ming rested his chin on his hand, his face serious.
"No way, they've taken us all offline. How is their game company still making money?" Carpenter Emperor asked, his face full of confusion.
"Have you seen this game make money? There's no way to recharge, and there's no charge for the virtual headset, so it's not making any money at all." Dawn looked at the non-stick pan.
"You're right, and I understand what you mean, but I don't care whether he makes money or not. Most people here just want to have fun in this game and let loose."
But since you said that Viserys' death might mean everyone can't play anymore, let's keep things simple.
When the chairman of the non-stick pan club speaks, everyone respects him and keeps quiet to listen to what kind of crazy ideas he has up his sleeve.
"Why don't we just take Pentos? Pentos will be ours then, who would bother Viserys in the starting village just because they want to hold us accountable?" Nonstick Pan said seriously.
What the hell?
The players surrounding him were stunned for a moment, but then they realized that this seemed even more exciting than bombing a brothel!
Deng Deng Deng
We just saw one group off, and now another one is arriving.
The newcomers were the garrison, the military force that remained openly in charge of Pentos.
"Alright, no time to choose, let's just do it! Ala Huagua!" Upon seeing a group of menacing people turn out from the street corner, Buzhan Guo let out a strange cry and charged towards them with his Wildfire Pot.
"Alahua melon!"
"Backup hidden power activated!"
Exciting, so exciting! At this moment, the players of the Grenadier Corps had only one thought: Bomb! Bomb it until the sky falls and the earth collapses!
Shouting rallying cries, the players charged at the soldiers of the Pentos garrison like demons descending from the heavens.
The soldiers of the garrison were stunned as they watched the raging wildfire from afar, which was about to burn down the houses.
The messenger only said that there was a fight in the city, but he didn't say that it was a group of crazy people playing with wildfires!
"Archers! Archers!"
The garrison captain shouted in terror.
A group of archers rushed forward from behind, drawing their bows and aiming at the players who were charging towards them like a swarm of bees.
"Release the arrows!"
The garrison captain nearly shouted himself hoarse.
A hail of arrows rained down on the players, instantly felling more than a dozen, but the players showed no fear, only endless madness.
They followed one after another, fearless.
Even when the fire pots in their hands were pierced by arrows and burned, they did not utter a single scream.
Yes, because he logged off immediately.
"Fuck! Madmen, all madmen! Fire more arrows!" The garrison captain roared, his forehead soaked with cold sweat.
"Gods!" An archer, trembling, nocked an arrow and shot down a player with his own hands, but behind the opponent, a continuous stream of madmen, holding wildfire pots, charged towards their side.
"Greetings from the Targaryens!"
A player rushed forward, several arrows stuck in his body, but that didn't stop him from throwing the flask of wildfire into the ranks of the guards.
Like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
A jar containing wildfire terrified the guard of over a hundred men, causing them to scatter like birds and beasts.
boom!
One after another, fire pots were thrown into the crowd.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!!!" One player seemed to think the fire wasn't big enough, so he held up a torch and spat out a fireball. The flames were menacing and raged, joining forces with the wildfire that had escaped from the jar.
The fire engulfed the garrison soldiers in an instant.
"what!"
The soldiers screamed and struggled, their movements appearing utterly ridiculous in the face of the fire dragon.
Very few soldiers escaped with their lives; they fled in a frenzy, like headless flies, as if they had gone mad.
They would rather face the Dothraki charging head-on than confront these madmen who were hurling wildfire and arrows at them.
They're demons crawled out of hell!
"What do we do next?" Mu Fa asked, panting, as he looked at the non-stick pan.
It's true that this guy was lucky; he managed to throw grenades at close range twice without wasting a single life.
"What's the current leader of Pentos called? Governor, city lord, king?" The Queen of the Women's Kingdom scratched her head and looked at the players in the decision-making level around her.
"I don't know, who cares? Whoever has the prettiest yard, we'll attack that one. Just go for the biggest and most luxurious one, you can't go wrong!"
With a stomp of his foot, the non-stick pan ordered the players to scatter, forming small groups of three or five, and to burn anyone carrying knives or guns.
"Send two brothers back to get reinforcements, and another twenty to join me as the assault team. Go door to door threatening anyone who doesn't surrender; burn their house down with wildfire!"
"Walk!"
"Kill the rich and divide the gold and silver!"
"Let's create chaos! Let's create chaos!"
"When the rebel leader comes, there will be no more taxes!"
The players scattered excitedly. Finally, after playing the game for several days, their favorite event had arrived.
Arson, murder, and looting!
Viserys was stunned when he saw this scene through the system interface.
These players really taught him a lesson, showing him what true audacity looks like. His original plan was to use the governors' money to train his own troops, and then "treat" the mercenary players to dinner when they returned, taking them in as his lackeys.
But the players' casual behavior successfully taught him that taking over someone else's place is actually quite simple.
Just kill the original owner.
After his initial shock, Viserys covered his face. He had been careless; he had been so focused on guarding against the players scattering flowers outside that he had forgotten about the group of guys at home who would dare to take down Buddha and occupy Mount Ling if given three guns.
"Sigh, what's done is done, eight hundred it is!"
Since the players have already handed him the knife, Viserys isn't one to hesitate about whether or not to stab them.
Let's do it then. Although the number of players I have at home is not really 800 right now, at most around 300.
But enough.
"Wuhu! Grab your weapons! Let's go smash the kiln!"
"Let's go out and share the spoils with the rich!"
With a command from Viserys.
Upon hearing that they could rob a rich player, the new players who were still in the courtyard getting to know their characters and the players from the Brotherhood of No Flags immediately had their eyes light up with greed.
If you say you're going to cross the sea to take down a usurper, players won't pay any attention to you if there's no reward. But if you're talking about robbing a rich player, players will say you don't need to give a reward, just give them the address!
"Screw him!"
He pointed at a mouse and called it a duck, raising his long sword high.
One call and a hundred responses.