69novels Chapter 39: You'd better not get caught by me
Chapter 39: You'd better not get caught by me
"Flush, flush, but I can't get enough rice water!"
Scar lost his will to avenge his comrades, and fled the battlefield with his only two remaining companions in a hurry.
Without the cavalry harassment, the players, enraged to the point of redness, recklessly charged towards their own ranks without even forming a battle formation.
In fact, the three guild leaders also wanted to form a battle formation, but the players, having had their fill of fighting, were beyond the control of anyone at this moment. No matter how loudly the three guild leaders shouted, the players couldn't hear their commands.
With their ears completely deaf, the players had only one thought at that moment: to kill, to kill until they were satisfied.
Even the hunting dogs that had been roaming near the battlefield were now howling and following their masters as they charged toward the enemy.
"Kang Mazi!"
The player Seth, who had lost half his face, roared as his initial pet, a spotted hound, was stabbed to death on the spot by an enemy with a spear.
He was furious.
Seth was truly enraged.
As a player, he can allow himself to be killed countless times by monsters and bosses, but he cannot allow his hound, which he has regarded as a partner and whose pet cannot be resurrected, to be easily killed by someone.
"Fuck your mother!"
With his face covered in blood, Seth Black raised his short axe and slammed it into the face of the mercenary who had killed the pockmarked man.
"You son of a bitch!"
Seth had never been this angry, not even in real life.
He only stopped, panting, after hacking the mercenary's face to pieces.
"madman!"
The mercenaries would rather have their lines in disarray than face that blood-soaked madman.
"Kill them!"
Just as the players and the Second Sons clashed like two torrents, blood splattering everywhere.
Suddenly, deafening shouts of battle erupted from not far away.
Players looked in the direction of the sound and saw a team of over a hundred people emerge from the flank of the battlefield at some point. The game IDs above their heads proved that they were all players.
"It's the Royal Knights!" a player shouted.
That's right, the player leading the group was Zhao Xiaotian, and his vice president, Xian Dan, was always by his side.
Just as their guild was preparing to leave Pentos to "suppress bandits," his good second uncle, Zhao Wuji, along with thirty bodyguards from his Zhao family and a dozen players who had been lured away, formed his own guild and made it clear that he did not trust him.
Although more than a dozen players in the guild were lured away, Zhao Xiaotian and his companion, the "Salty and Indifferent Twin Swords," managed to persuade three more small guilds to join before setting off, expanding the guild's membership to over a hundred.
These days, Zhao Xiaotian and Xian Dan are in high spirits, but the continuous announcements from the entire game have deeply stimulated them, making them frantically search for bandits around Pentos.
Perhaps it's just not meant to be. Some people don't even need to look for monsters; they just come to them on their own, sometimes with smaller monsters leading larger ones. Others search frantically but can't even find a trace of them.
But perhaps due to the power of the gods on this side, the two, who were just about to give up and settle down to develop their resources at their destination, received a report from a player who had been scouting ahead.
Hearing that there were several hundred people fighting ahead, Zhao Xiaotian and Xian Dan were overjoyed and immediately led their men over.
Despite rushing, they managed to join the battle in time.
Faced with an unkillable opponent, the already demoralized Second Son Regiment was suddenly attacked on their flank. Unable to withstand the attack, they began to flee in disarray, and could not be stopped.
"Damn it, if you're a hero, don't run away!" the newly arrived Knights players shouted angrily.
"Let me cut you! Please let me cut you, and I'll let you cut me too!"
"Hehe, run! If I catch you, I'll hehehe~"
Seeing the players running amok, the mercenaries of the Second Son Group were almost in tears:
"These lunatics must have crawled out of the seventh level of hell!"
"Spare me, spare me! I will offer this sword from Braavos to you, my lord, if only you would forgive me! May the Seven Gods bless you, may the Old Gods bless you, may the God of Light bless you, may the Drowning God..."
Casparo, who had been pulled off his horse by the fleeing mercenary, was now kneeling on the ground in a sorry state, his leg broken by the deserter's careless step.
Player Zhu Zi Ge, and his good roommate Zhang Quan, took the battle knife from the other's hand. The hilt of the knife was inlaid with gems, and it was obviously very expensive. Zhang Quan nodded in satisfaction.
Then, to Casparo's incredulous gaze, he used the knife to slit his throat.
"Foolish! I won't forgive you! It's mine too!" Zhang Quan spat and fell to the ground, clutching his neck as the third-in-command of the second son's group struggled.
"Devils! They're all devils!" Ben, still on horseback, kept wiping the sweat from his forehead. Thanks to the mercenaries' respect for him, he wasn't unlucky enough to be accidentally pushed off his horse by them.
Looking back at the Second Son's Regiment, which was in complete disarray, Ben rode his horse away from the battlefield with a few trusted men, abandoning the Second Son's Regiment.
"You traitors! May the gods forsake you!" Melo roared, his eyes bloodshot, as he brandished his longsword and charged alone into the players' ranks.
After brute forcefully felling three people, the Titan's bastard son was then pinned to the ground by a swarm of players, who stripped him of all his equipment and valuables in endless humiliation.
Some players even removed the Merlo, just to prove to their companions that their character's base weapon was bigger than this mercenary leader's.
"what!"
After players thoroughly investigated everything about Melo, this bastard son of the Titans was finally killed by the players, one blow at a time, amidst endless humiliation.
The players who surrounded Melo's body then awkwardly donned his armor, some wearing helmets, some chainmail, and some having snatched arm guards and bracers. This incongruous group of players, resembling bandits, excitedly charged towards the mercenaries who had fled all over the mountain.
This chase, this game of fleeing and chasing, continued until sunset. Only then did the players, their mouths greasy from the looting, finally carry their spoils and let go of the few lucky members of the second son group who were exhausted.
Viserys, who was filming the entire battle through the control panel, had a dark expression and cut out the scenes of players discussing the mysteries of the human body around Melo.
Only the passion and excitement of the battlefield were preserved, and then posted on the newly established official website forum.
Those inappropriate scenes made netizens outside think our game was unhealthy, which is really true.
Viserys, his face dark, shut down the system panel. The players, clad in crooked armor and looking more like bandits than thugs and vagrants with every step, vanished from His Majesty's sight.