The battle between the players and those barren mountain thieves had nothing to say, it was nothing more than a round of salvos from long-range professionals.
Even if the mages were able to set up the mana shield in time and did not die under the saturated blows of the players, they would be knocked down by a backstab by the player who was transferred to Shadow Blade.
Of course, the players here are not completely harmless. One unlucky guy stabbed the ass of the chocobo riding on the mage because he couldn't hold back his curiosity when he cast the backstab, and was furious. Chocobo kicked his legs and kicked him half to death...
After all, in terms of leg strength alone, these moa-like monsters are much stronger than horses on Earth.
The scariest thing was that guy was still holding his chest and laughing wildly after being kicked away: "Fuck, so the fart is not a serious thing."
The other players also laughed when they saw this.
"Hahaha, sand sculpture, you only know now." "I knew it a long time ago." "But popping eggs seems to be a critical attack, and it will cause scarlet damage." "Fuck, what did you do in front..." "Why are you all so skilled?"
The rampant appearance of the group of demons even scared the mage who had escaped and wanted to chase and kill the seriously injured player. Thinking that this group of lunatics had some trump card, he hurriedly rode a limping chocobo to escape.
As a result, he was naturally beaten to death by other players with displacement skills.
After the battle, Tang Rui and Jem, who were holding their breath, finally relaxed and sat down on the ground.
When players are in a combat state, because of the help of the law of skills, even if they are seriously injured and their limbs are broken, as long as they have a little blood left, they can still fight as if they were intact. Quite a large, naturally burning void after being out of combat.
"Phew, thanks to Mr. Edward and the others arriving in time this time, otherwise we would really have to wait for three days to be resurrected." Jem drank the life potion in one gulp. Under the stimulation of carbon dioxide and sugar, his whole body shivered, and his spirit finally lifted a little. .
"But is this really all right?" Tang Rui's voice sounded drowsy, like talking in a dream when he was about to fall asleep.
"What?" Jem couldn't react for a moment.
"Didn't you say in the post before that after the task is completed, the things in the village can be moved by other players?"
"… … what."
Reminded by Tang Rui, Jem remembered that he had indeed said so in the post.
But at that time, the villagers had already left, and they took whatever was left behind in the village. At worst, they threw the pot on the bandits. But the problem is that the villagers not only came back, but even helped a little I feel a little sorry for robbing them again...
"Hey, are you all right?" Edward didn't go to fight (pick up) sweep (lose) the battle (drop) field (things) with other players, but first had a fight with Tang Rui and Jem who were the discoverers of the incident. call.
He glanced at the Coke bottle on the ground, with a clear expression: "It seems that there should be no need to worry."
"Mr. Edward, thank you for coming to help." Although the Church of the God of Games has no rules such as seniority or respect for the strong, Jem still respects the first batch of players and the pioneers of the church very solemnly. Thanks to Edward.
"You're welcome, as long as you can catch up. In the future, remember to call me when you have this kind of mission." Edward waved his hand: "And the magician enemies here are better than the guy who attacked the frogman village before, and it doesn't take that long. time..."
"It's normal to be able to catch up, but we spent a lot of money to borrow his convoy from the super stingy Uncle Manie." The dog beside him scratched his head: "And when we rushed over, we also because I broke the sled’s slide plate after using Float continuously. I hope that Uncle Manie won’t mind when the time comes.”
"Is that how you guys cheat uncle..." Jessica rested her forehead and sighed, "He's already miserable."
"It doesn't matter as long as you share some of the profits from this trip with uncle." Qiao said excitedly: "By the way, is this the village you mentioned in the post that you can move casually?"
Jem turned pale when Joe mentioned it.
He racked his brains to think about how to deal with the current situation.
Edward and the others didn't notice that Jem's expression was still continuing to chat. It would be better to say that even if they noticed, they wouldn't care. They probably thought that he had just experienced a big battle and hadn't recovered.
Jessica: "Speaking of which, Uncle Manie didn't come over?"
Goudan: "When I borrowed a car from him in Grayfjord, he was being dragged into the bottom of the sea by a man-eating horn stone."
Joe: "And you're just watching?"
Goudan: "I want to save it, but the problem is that I can't swim, and I can't shoot that place with a bow and arrow. And after I said a number, he gave me a thumbs up with a satisfied expression, Covered in tentacles, it slowly sank to the bottom of the sea."
Edward: "..."
Jem on the side couldn't help mourning for Manie.
At this time, the villagers also began to gather, but the crazy performance and powerful combat power of the players just now made them a little afraid, and they didn't dare to get too close.
Something will happen if this goes on.
It's not that Jem doesn't trust the integrity of the players. After all, the players are all poor people. They have a certain kindness towards the poor in their hearts. Compared with the villagers, the lives of the players are relatively rich. You Put the villagers' belongings in front of the players in a serious manner, and they probably don't bother to take them.
But the problem is that it is the habit of players to get rewards for completing tasks, even if they get spicy chicken, it is better than nothing.
In addition, there is no tacit understanding between the players and the villagers. If any player speaks badly (this is very likely to happen), the villagers think that they are also here to rob, and that battle is inevitable. After all, the blood that the villagers had finally awakened did not cool down so easily, and the players also looked like they didn't have the best time.
If the two sides fight, the villagers who are so disheveled will definitely be wiped out by the players.
If the village was massacred because of one of his gaffes, Jem would have a bad conscience for the rest of his life.
At this time, his eyes accidentally swept over a dying chocobo, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Edward, what do you think of those chocobos?" asked Jem.
"What about it?" Edward couldn't turn his head around.
"I mean, what would you think if you could get a bunch of tamed chocobos?" Jem began bewitching again.
"A chocobo..." Thinking of the convenience of having a mount, and the fact that he was only level 8 but could kick a professional player to serious injury with one kick, Edward couldn't help showing his heartbeat.