boyutpedia Chapter 42: Players are having fun and have given Pentos some pointers.
Chapter 42: Players are having fun and have given Pentos some pointers.
Disobedience is an innate talent of players, and causing destruction is commonplace for them.
The grenadier players, who had been holed up in their caves researching wildfire for days, could no longer bear the days spent studying fire in the dark.
After some encouragement, the non-stick pan, which had also become rather uninspired, immediately decided to take its newly invented gadgets out for a spin.
Under the blazing sun, after accepting the new players, the Grenadier Corps, numbering around a hundred, swaggered out of the courtyard under the guise of a welcome party.
But once they stepped out of the courtyard, the group of players, wrapped in bottles and jars, were dumbfounded. Where should they go?
"Hehehe, brothers, this game is realistic in every way, except for one thing, which we haven't seen yet," player Mufa said with a lewd grin from the back of the crowd.
The players immediately wore lewd expressions, having understood the meaning behind the other party's words.
When the group of new players who had just joined the guild heard that the guild offered such a high-class privilege as visiting brothels, they were overjoyed and said that they had come to the right place.
"Walking?" Nonstick Pan straightened his flashy battle robe and looked to the left and right.
"Let's go!"
The players shoved and pushed the guild leader.
Li Ming stood at the very back of the line, smiled helplessly, and then followed.
Before long, amidst the locals' fascination with monkeys, a few experienced players followed the scent and found a brothel.
The location was found, but as soon as the players entered, they were told that the brothel had already been booked.
In real life, players would have simply packed up and left, easily switching to another platform.
But sorry, this is a game. Players can indulge Viserys because if their favorability is too low, their accounts will be banned, and they don't want to lose their right to play the game.
But what about the other NPCs?
"Fuck your mother!" A hot-blooded player kicked the old man who had come out to politely shoo him away, and before the old man could even cry out, the player had already pulled out a short knife from his waistband and pressed it against the old man's throat.
"You've lucked out Grandpa's in a good mood today, so take advantage of this opportunity and get those bastards out of here. We can still talk then. If you don't get rid of them, I'll kill you today!"
*Slap!* After saying that, the player slapped the old man again.
They beat the old man, who barely had any teeth left, so badly he almost cried on the spot.
"Get out of here!"
Amidst the laughter of the players, the old man scrambled to his feet and ran upstairs.
"Damn it, you bastard! This is only good because it's here. If it were Los Santos, I would have razed this place to the ground with cannons!"
One player somehow brought out a chair, shook his battle robe with a non-stick pan, and then plopped down on the chair, instantly exuding coolness.
"Doesn't the chairman look like Yu Huatian, the eunuch?"
"Don't talk nonsense, how could he be as handsome as someone else?"
"What are you saying?" The non-stick pan lazily turned around and looked at the two players who were whispering to each other.
The two men exchanged a glance:
"I must say, you are truly awe-inspiring!"
Deng Deng Deng
All the players looked up.
A group of mercenaries, armed with weapons, swarmed down from the second floor.
The leader of the mercenaries had a broad face and messy black-gray hair; judging from his attire, he seemed to be the leader of the group.
"I am Pranda Na. Gison, the leader of the Raven Gang. If you brothers want to have some fun, there's no need for this. We can give you half of the girls."
When the leader of the mercenaries saw that the first floor was packed with about a hundred people, he waved to his brothers behind him to put away their weapons, and his tone softened.
If it were an ordinary person, upon hearing the name of the Raven Gang and hearing that the other party was so polite, they would simply let it go.
But the players are different.
The non-stick pan didn't even glance at the other person. The wooden man standing beside him, acting like a lackey, arrogantly looked at Pranda, mimicking the crow's manner.
"Looking for fun? No, that was the beginning, but now we just want trouble."
"Do you really want to fight us in Pentos City?" Standing next to Pranda, a bald man with a hideous scar on his face picked his nose and looked at Mufa with disdain.
"Correct answer, but there's no reward. Burn down this brothel!"
The one speaking is the non-stick pan.
"Europe!"
This order delighted the group of mad fire mage behind him.
Amidst the bewildered and shocked gazes of the Raven Legion members, the Grenadier players pulled out modified, transparent cans filled with wildfire from their pockets and backs.
"Fuck! You're insane!"
The experienced leader, Pranda, immediately recognized what the other person was holding. He turned around, shoved his fellow members aside, and ran upstairs in a panic.
"call!"
But it was too late.
The players' wildfire canisters were already hurtling towards them.
Following closely behind were individual fire folds.
"Alas!"
The players cheered, while the Raven Gang mercenaries panicked and shoved each other as they fled upstairs.
boom!
The green fire dragon instantly engulfed the dozens of mercenaries who were huddled together.
One by one, the burning figures screamed and struggled.
Some players who remained inside logged off immediately.
Yes, that's right. In the last update, Viserys thoughtfully fixed this bug that players had been complaining about, allowing them to sleep anywhere.
The remaining players, who had already escaped outside, were still not satisfied.
A row of players, each holding a bow and arrow with a special cylinder attached to the arrowhead, fired arrows at the non-stick pan's command, targeting the struggling mercenaries one by one and setting them a second time on fire.
"Wuhu!"
"Explosions are art!"
"That was fucking awesome!"
This is a hundred times better than Los Santos! Simply because it feels so real.
Seeing the mercenaries writhing in pain, the nonstick pan waved listlessly, preparing to leave with his men.
"Fuck!"
Dengdengdeng.
Suddenly, a large group of mercenaries rushed out from the street corner. The leader, a mercenary with long, flowing blue hair, roared as he brandished his Arak scimitar:
"Kill them!"
"President, it seems they're in cahoots with them," the Queen of the Women's Kingdom whispered, standing next to the non-stick pan.
"So what if I saw through you?" The non-stick pan first expressed his disdain for the newcomer, then shouted to the players behind him:
"Grenadiers! Charge in and take them all down!"
As the mercenaries looked at them like they were madmen, the grenadier players charged towards them, brandishing their wildfire canisters and howling.
Same approach.
No one would have imagined that a group of madmen would be throwing wildfire canisters like stones. As canisters filled with wildfire flew over, most of the mercenaries present stood there dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do.
"Fuck!" Blue Faglio turned and ran.
But the mercenaries who were slow to react were in big trouble.
"what!"
The wildfire canister exploded instantly, followed by a rocket, turning the first hundred mercenaries in the line into Li Mei's barbecue in a flash.
Upon seeing this, the remaining mercenaries lost all courage and scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in a swarm.
Under the players' onslaught of wildfire, this group came and went in a flash.