The Game of Demon Hunter

A wooden boat that looked no better than Lard's fishing boat came from a distance, and the sound was transmitted before people could see it clearly.

"Yo Yo, stop the fishing boat in front!" A tall and arrogant fat man stood on the bow of the boat, causing the waterline of the whole boat to lose balance. Fortunately, the sailor in charge of the helm was highly skilled.

"This sea area has been occupied by our Kshatriya Gang. Starting today, all players who eat in this fishing ground will have to hand over one-third of their harvest!" Fatty followed behind three players with bows and arrows, scattered He shot a few bows and arrows.

The arrow flew crookedly over a distance of 30 to 40 meters, lost its strength not far in front of the fishing boat, and fell into the sea and disappeared.

"This is just a warning, you will be hit in the head next time!" There was no trace of embarrassment in the fat man's voice, but he shouted with confidence: "But the Kshatriya Gang has always been kind, forget it today, and remember to go to sea next time. Report to us first!"

Xu Yichen looked at the other party's arrogant and pretentious shouting with great interest, wondering where the other party's self-confidence came from.

Unlike the other people on board, the guy named Horst is not easy to mess with at first glance. Just looking at his physique and muscles, the players in front of him who are not even as good as the militiamen are not enough for him to fight alone. .

"There are a lot of them, and they are very powerful in this area. Don't be as knowledgeable as them." Ralph whispered to Xu Yichen: "After all, we still need to stay here for a while, the wild is too dangerous for us gone."

The witcher shrugged his shoulders. In his eyes, the status of these ordinary players was no higher than that of the aborigines. If the other party had the intention of calming down, he would not cause trouble.

After all, there are no New China players here, and there are no players from friendly countries in the true sense. He is just a passerby.

Seeing that they had done him a great favor, Xu Yichen didn't mind spending a few hundred gold coins to improve their living and equipment level after landing.

But he didn't want to make trouble, and trouble would find him.

An archer stood beside the fat man, muttering a few words in a low voice, his eyes swept over Xu Yichen and Sabra behind him from time to time.

Sabra hid in the corner, lowering his head to hide his existence as much as possible, but Ralph's fishing boat was so big, it was impossible to complete the trick of turning a living person.

He now regrets that he did not enter the cabin with Trista, this is not the first time his identity has caused him trouble, and he does not want to always cause trouble to his several partners because of this matter.

"Ha, it turns out that our Mr. Traitor is also on this ship, so the situation is different!" Fatty smiled triumphantly: "We have been looking for you for several days, but we didn't expect you to run into the sea! "

Xu Yichen hugged his shoulders and looked at Sabra. He wanted to see how this person would react.

He doesn't like those native states in South Asia, whether they are enemies or so-called allies. Such a rich land has raised a group of slackers.

As enemies they are utterly inadequate, as allies they are of little value.

Xu Yichen admires the few people who have the backbone to stand up, just like the superpower who can control human thoughts.

Xu Yichen took his brain himself, and as a respect, he asked the local garrison to bury the rest according to the tradition of the deceased.

Xu Yichen didn't understand the screening mechanism of these ordinary players, but presumably there shouldn't be too many real members of the rebel army mixed in.

"Don't go too far, Sabra is your compatriot, but outsiders like us can't bear to see him like this." Horst's tall figure stepped out of the cabin and stood in front of Sabra: " We don't want to make trouble, but you don't want to take advantage of this!"

Horst, who came out of the cabin, put on a simple leather armor. It can be seen that this leather armor does not fit the tall Horst, and there are traces of re-sewing in many places.

Horst was still holding a half-new scimitar in his hand. Xu Yichen remembered that he had used this light weapon popular among sailors for a while when he first entered the game.

"I remember him. He broke Abhishek's arm last time!" The archer pointed at Horst angrily and shouted, "He is the murderer!"

"If I don't stop him, Sabra's head will be cut off by that bastard!" Horst's voice was louder than the other side: "And I didn't kill anyone! I just broke his arm and taught him a lesson! Such an injury cannot possibly be life-threatening!"

The witcher continued to look at the excitement with his shoulders crossed. It seemed that Horst was very experienced in breaking off human arms.

"His injury will take two months to recover, and the priest in the city will only cure him for forty gold coins!" The archer said through gritted teeth, "We finally had to kill him and resurrect him to heal the wound you caused. Hurt!"

Xu Yichen smiled contemptuously. It is undeniable that in this almost 100% realistic game, a person who can accept this kind of 'treatment' can be regarded as a ruthless character.

However, the price paid for this is something these players will never realize.

"You savages, are human lives so worthless in your eyes?" Horst felt that he could not understand the logic of these people at all.

People are killed by you, it's none of my business! Horst was screaming in his heart, but in order not to make the situation more tense, he swallowed the complaint forcefully.

"We are soldiers!" The archer, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, raised his face proudly: "It is a waste to wait for two months to recover from the injury! You will never understand our spirit!"

"Give that traitor to us, and let's get over what happened today." The fat man glanced at the scimitar in Horst's hand, and compared it with the three bamboo warriors he brought, feeling unsafe: "As for you , we will settle accounts next time!"

"Don't even think about it!" Ralph, who has always maintained the image of a good old man, stood up, holding a harpoon: "Don't think we will be afraid of the Kshatriya Gang!"

To be honest, the well-equipped New China players behind him gave Ralph a lot of confidence.

As a middle-class man who came from a relatively wealthy background and had some knowledge of the international situation, Ralph was sure that the player from New China would stand by his side.

He still had the idea of ​​enduring calmness for a while, but after hearing that Horst and the other party had formed a feud, Ralph began to weigh the pros and cons in his mind.

Fortunately, he was right.

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