Chapter 19 The Player’s Way

Whether there is a magic book or not is still unknown.

but.

Players scattered throughout the plot were in trouble at the same time.

Clang clang clang!

Lin Fan looked like a ghost, and the embroidered iron sword in his hand was waved so tightly that he could only see pieces of sword light. After each piece of sword light, one or more arrows were swept away by him.

Other players who are still alive mostly perform similar operations.

Use weapons to defend yourself while looking for favorable terrain.

Under Jianyu's education, players have made rapid progress.

But not all players have Lin Fan's exquisite operations. Players are constantly hit by arrows, and from time to time, players turn into colorful bubbles that scatter all over the sky.

Especially the first wave of arrow rain even sent away a large number of players.

For a while.

The players scattered throughout the city were all in an extremely embarrassed state.

"That's how it should be. Look how arrogant these damn monsters are!"

"Well done!"

"happy!"

On a very secret arrow tower, several soldiers clenched their hands and felt extremely relieved.

Unlike the few knights who know the truth, these ordinary soldiers currently do not know the truth, and their hatred for the players is even deeper into their bones.

Knight Mark Spencer narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at the players who were running around in confusion.

[Unorganized, undisciplined, and ignorant of the art of war. If I just rely on my immortality, I will be so disappointed!]

Mark will naturally not question His Majesty the God King's decision, nor does he have any doubts about the potential of the "players".

but.

Since this is a battle to weigh the players and determine how the City of Dawn will get along with the players in the future, he will naturally investigate it carefully!

The most important thing is that if possible, Mark hopes that this group of so-called "players" will not exist.

If His Majesty the God King really needs brave men, the warriors of the City of Dawn are fully capable of doing the job.

At this moment, Mark Spencer discovered something strange.

"John, listen to what those 'players' in the northeast corner are saying!"

"yes."

The trainee knight named John immediately raised his sword in front of him, and a miniature elf floated next to him.

Different from the cute painting style of the Mona elf, the elf floating in front of John has an old face, looking like an octogenarian old man.

The clothes are even more crude and conservative, completely incompatible with fantasy and beauty.

John: "Grandpa Tim, I have to trouble you again."

I saw Old Tim yawning and saying impatiently, "You little bastard, you are messing with the old man's work again. It's so noisy."

Old Tim covered his ears and looked very ugly.

"Did everyone invade the inner city? You bunch of useless snacks!"

"Thank you for your hard work. This time, please keep an eye on those monsters."

John was polite and showed no impatience with Old Tim's rudeness.

Obviously, he was already used to old Tim's bad attitude.

Old Tim glared at John, but said nothing more and just started chanting a spell.

[With sharp eagle eyes and keen ears that catch the wind, I am a master of investigation.]

[Listen, scout captain on standby.]

【Appear, echo the voices from all directions.】

As the old man chanted the mantra, invisible circles of ripples spread out in all directions with Old Tim as the core.

After just a few breaths, the sound waves returned and returned to Old Tim's palm.

Just like a player, with the ups and downs of a burst of notes, all the players' words are played again.

"Hahaha, this old monk is like a magnet. Not a single arrow was wasted in the first wave of arrows just now!"

"I don't even recognize my mother. Isn't this more useful than a scarecrow borrowing arrows from a straw boat?"

"With a monk of his size, it would be a pity not to insert a few more arrows!"

"I feel sorry for the monk for a second, hahahaha!"

"I am an archer. Thanks to the monk, my arrows are now successfully replenished. Thank you for the gift of nature!"

"666666"

Everyone on the arrow tower looked at each other.

Is this gloating?!

The monk seems to be their comrade, right?

Although they despised the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of these demons, the soldiers were still a little shocked by their "don't care about life and death" mood.

Do these monsters who call themselves "players" really resurrect without paying any price?

How can it be?!

Mark Spencer's face was expressionless, but his heart became increasingly contemptuous.

Player hero?

No, they don't deserve it!

He will not resist His Majesty the God King's will, but he can tell His Majesty the God King through this battle that even if they want to accept those ridiculous players, they can only serve as the most ordinary warriors.

It is absolutely impossible to obtain the title of knight and become the commander-in-chief of the army!

At this moment, waves of echoes came from the old man's palm again.

"Damn it, I got another arrow in the knee. Is this still a novice mission on the first day of the server? I'm so nervous!"

"Those little soldiers who shoot arrows are so damn stupid. They are hiding behind the arrow stack. He can attack me, but I have no way to attack them with my short hands. The gaming experience is -100!"

"Oh, my anus is finished, I'm not pure anymore!"

"Why are you not pure? Let uncle come and check your body!"

"Look, there's something perverted!"

"Hey, who planned and designed this rubbish game? Why are those soldiers so thieves?"

"Sure enough, people will become evil once they become planners!"

"Humans and dogs are indeed mortal enemies!"

"."

The players said something to each other, and the filthy words continued.

The soldiers on the arrow tower were extremely happy to hear it. They were all in the army, and no one was more civilized than the other.

If you really want to use curse words, they are all experts at it, and they can even use the same curse all day and night.

but.

There is a word called "incompetent rage!"

For soldiers, the more "civilized and elegant" the words are, the more it means they are angry but helpless!

Mark Spencer showed contempt, and his mood became more and more cheerful.

Yes, that’s it!

The City of Dawn does not need players who have not contributed anything to the city to be brave!

What's more, just now he finally understood what the word "player" meant by His Majesty the God King.

Are you kidding yourself about treating the City of Dawn as a playground?!

Mark: "Scout other directions."

"yes."

John tacitly investigates all directions.

Soon, they received feedback from everywhere.

The feedback is basically the same. Most of them are similar to "the game experience is reduced by N", "the mentality is broken", "junk games ruined my youth" and so on.
To be continued...