Chapter 179: Understanding

Cloud players sometimes have a better understanding of these nobles than the online players do.

Especially when it comes to the gossip about these nobles.

Whenever Viscount Philip is mentioned, everyone bursts into laughter; whenever Saina is mentioned, everyone asks whether this NPC will usually come to manage them.

This gives You Sun, who is sitting in the front, a great sense of accomplishment.

As for those players who signed up for the Military Camp, it is completely different.

Having finally managed to log back in, Zhuguli is truly planning to show off just how well he has integrated into the Military Camp this time.

Although it is the middle of the night, he still reminded Captain Leinde in advance that a group of comrades would arrive here tonight to join the War Church.

He has become the person assigned to be in charge of registration, and also the person in charge of training.

Now, Leinde is consciously cultivating these Xiahui People, even letting the best-performing Zhuguli become a squad leader.

This time, Zhuguli received 103 new members; he knows that these members might not come to the Military Camp again after dying once or twice, but it doesn't matter—as long as they are short on money, they will still come to the Military Camp to collect the pension once or twice.

After all, having tasted the sweetness of the pension, a one-day cooldown seems not so unacceptable.

Plus, with the War Church changing the pension from Tana Coin to Xide, it has reached a new height in terms of purchasing power, so it is normal for players to flock to it.

Therefore, among the 500 new players, one-fifth chose this place.

By comparison, the number of people going to the Wealth Church is much smaller, with only about thirty people going over in total.

There are also many people who already have friends in the game, so they just go directly to join their friends in the game.

Regaining his focus, Zhuguli begins to register the information of these players, though it is just a pretense of registration.

Because these players had already signed up on the forum, he only needs to confirm and submit the content he had prepared and copied from the forum long ago.

This process is very fast, so fast that those players soon discover they can go and collect their own equipment.

"It's actually like the real thing." Jin Chanchan, who still hasn't quite processed it, just reported their ID to Zhuguli and received their own new equipment.

It is said that this equipment is all made by players; after all, they are cannon fodder, so the quality of the primary equipment is average, without any special defensive attributes.

However, the players are still good to their brothers, not only using sheets of steel plates but also padding the inside with plant fibers.

Although this newly issued set of armor is not as heavily protected as Zhuguli's, it has everything it should have.

There is a thick helmet with soft padding inside, and a breastplate protecting the chest and abdomen; it is just that no one seems to care about the arms and legs, as there are not even knee pads or bracers.

Then again, what would players need those things for?

It is only a one-day cooldown anyway, and these clothes are easy to recycle.

It is just one set; you can take it off, wash it, and give it to a newcomer to wear.

The sense of heaviness on it will even give players a new feeling—truly armor that has seen many battles.

Seeing the scars on the armor, Jin Chanchan can't wait to put it on immediately, but a player on the side quickly reminds them, "Put it on when you get back to the tent; newcomers stay in Tent No. 4."

Because no one is willing to live in Tent No. 4, this large tent was handed over to the new players.

After all, they are people who will be sent away after being good brothers for a day.

After receiving their weapons, a Short-handled Axe, the players are sent into Tent No. 4 to change clothes.

This is a very large tent, almost as big as the cafeteria of Jin Chanchan's company; let alone 100 people, it could even sleep 200 people.

Anyway, there are only beds inside the tent.

Unlike the others, Warriors and official Patrol members live directly in houses.

The War Church has not yet reached the point where even official members must live in tents.

There are houses for long-term stationing, but they are all single-story, with only a few rooms having a second floor.

Standing on the small balcony on the second floor, Leinde watches Zhuguli very seriously, carefully, and quickly register those people and hand out the clothes, before going back to sleep.

After changing clothes, Zhuguli cannot let these new players be idle; although it is the second half of the night, for these players, their day has just begun.

So Zhuguli calls those players directly to the drill ground and then issues the first mission.

Yes, a mission.

This is the method he considers most effective for training these players.

"Today's mission for you is to relieve the team that came down from the mountain at 3:00 AM and go up the mountain to patrol. I will personally lead you on one patrol, after which I will group you for your patrol missions. You must understand our current routes!" Zhuguli acts like a conscientious NPC, "I hope no one falls behind today, and I especially don't want you shouting and yelling in the mountains. Do you understand?"

"Understood! Officer!"

"Understood!"

"Received!"

The players shout different commands in a ragged manner and follow Zhuguli with uneven steps.

The equipment on their bodies is heavy, but it does not affect the players' curiosity about the things around them.

"Will we run into barbarians?" asks Jin Chanchan, who is following at the very front. He plays damage-dealing classes in every game, but in this game, there are supports everywhere.

Only in the War Church is there a chance to provide output.

"The probability is not small; according to the patterns, today is a day when it is possible to encounter them." After Zhuguli finishes speaking, the surrounding players follow with a buzz of discussion.

"I said, I hope you do not shout and yell in the mountains." Zhuguli looks coldly at the people around him, the aura on his body somewhat astonishing.

This is one of the skills of a Warrior, and also one of the skills Zhuguli uses specifically to show off.

After becoming a Warrior, he possesses a certain deterrent power against those who have not mastered Transcendental Power; of course, the skill is not activated passively, but actively.

The players suddenly dare not continue chattering, and even Jin Chanchan on the side is as quiet as a mouse.

It is just that he cannot stop the whispering.

A player holding a Short-handled Axe says in a low voice on the side: "In the past two weeks, there have been three instances on the forum of encountering barbarians during mountain patrols; it is not that frequent."

"That is truly a pity." Jin Chanchan shakes his head.

Everything here is so real; if he encounters a barbarian in a moment, he wonders what the impact feel will be like if he swings his axe down.

It is said to be very real, it is just that you don't know pain when you are fighting.

Zhuguli turns his head and says to the player who reported the data: "You even keep statistics on this?"

"Of course, this was worth calculating to begin with," said the player whose name tag read Baiyunlou, "and I also know that they haven't used the Hunting Trail here in the past six months."

"Hunting Trail?" Zhuguli was completely confused; he had only come here to kill monsters and had never thought about analyzing the opponent's behavior.

After all, the opponents were just a group of NPCs.

Why would anyone use their brains against NPCs? Aren't bots always very simple?

Even for the hardest Boss, as long as you understand the mechanics and fight it a few more times, there isn't one you can't beat.

"There is a Hunting Trail here that is over three hundred years old. Hunters usually walk through here, but because of the last incident, it's been a long time since any hunters have used the Hunting Trail," Baiyunlou said, pointing to a small path on the mountain, "If I were them, I would definitely choose this path to walk when you are caught off guard."

"They are barbarians..." Zhuguli was somewhat skeptical after hearing this, "And we conduct patrols every day."

"I thought the same at first, but after looking just now, I feel we still need to focus on defense," Baiyunlou said with a serious face, "Although they are barbarians, they have also been fighting the War for so many years. Tell me, if they were really easy to deal with, why haven't we occupied the barbarians' land?"

The region where the barbarians live is a desert, which is caused by the climate, even though a portion of their land borders the sea.

In the Federal's descriptions, this land is not worth mentioning and has no resources.

But what desert has no resources? It's just that there is no ability to obtain them.

Thinking of this, Zhuguli immediately perked up.

"Alright, Yaohuanghuang, you take fifty players to patrol according to the original plan, and I will lead fifty players to patrol the Hunting Trail to see the situation first." This path hadn't been walked for about half a year; while the players were developing stealthily, it was very likely they had ignored that the other side was also developing stealthily.

Yaohuanghuang frowned and muttered, "Call me Yaohuanghuang, why shorten it to Yaoyao? It's weirdly awkward."

"Why so much nonsense?" Watching the other person put on an act, Zhuguli rolled his eyes, "Hurry up, I'll give you fifty people first, the rest come with me."

For new players, looking anywhere is fine; not following the original route and exploring new routes is also good.

At this time, Baiyunlou began to bring up this Hunting Trail, "This path itself is not easy to walk because you have to pass several steep cliff faces, but the terrain is supposed to level out. I've read the Hunter diaries written by Luolita; these Hunting Trails are often paths that stay away from mysterious creatures, are relatively safe, and are also shorter in distance. Those old hunters could climb here while carrying prey."

"Look at this path; because not many people walk it and the weather in Tana City is humid, if it weren't for the markers along the way, we might even get lost," Baiyunlou continued to ramble, "This place is neither too far nor too close to the Military Camp, and after going down the mountain, you can take a newly built road directly to the center of Tana City. There might not even be a patrol guard along the way."

"How is that possible? We have fixed patrols every day," Zhuguli retorted, "If hunters could really come through this path, then I'll apply for a Warrior Potion for you."

"I hope what you say is true. I think it's indeed possible they might come, especially since we've already dealt with the witch and the Channeling practitioner who were let in to cause destruction; it's hard to say whether they will retaliate," Baiyunlou shook his head, "Hey, but this is just a game, it might not necessarily happen like that."

"Not at all. We are in great need of key talent right now. Someone like you who knows how to collect data and understand the opponent's tactics should be able to get better treatment, rather than being used to fill the cannon fodder vacancies in the Military Camp."

The players on the side started coughing; some simply walked over and asked, "We're all right here, you just said we were cannon fodder."

"I was just giving an example."

"Even if you give ten examples, you're still saying we're cannon fodder."

As the crowd made a racket, Yaligong, lying on the mountainside, felt immense pressure; he was only ordered to come here to find out what happened to the witch Mona.

Those Gannaer people are high and mighty; despite having ways to sneak in, they insisted on coming themselves.

Yaligong scratched his head in frustration; if these people keep moving forward, then if I move around randomly, they might just discover me.

Shaking his head, Yaligong continued to stare at the group of people in front of him.

There were over fifty people in total, and the person in the lead was from the War Church, wearing clerical robes inside and armor on the outside.

Good heavens, he didn't even have a suit of armor himself, that kind of specially ornate armor.

These small soldiers actually already had some.

If they wanted to continue getting closer, then he would have to consider whether to stay or leave.

Should he report to the King now, or follow that stupid woman's suggestion to cover her so she can go first...

If it were up to Yaligong to choose, he would choose to face the difficulty head-on, but for the Gannaer people, he was truly somewhat unwilling.

"What are you still hesitating for? They'll be up here in a moment," the woman on the side said coldly, "I really hope those so-called Kings won't send me such trash again."

"What did you say? Wasn't I the one protecting you along the way?" Yaligong said with some irritation, "Or are you planning to cut ties with the King?"

"Heh, you're just a small soldier, why ask so much? Aren't barbarians all brave enough to sacrifice themselves? For you, only land watered by blood counts as land." The woman speaking breathed out like an orchid, and soon, half of her face turned purple-red.

As if hearing some kind of summons, the surrounding trees began to rustle.

In the moonlight without any lights, it was exceptionally terrifying.

However, the commotion she made couldn't affect those players who were in the middle of a lively discussion at all.

Anyway, they had already changed their patrol route and hadn't determined how long it would take to go back, so the players preferred to touch this and look at that in the game, experiencing the novelty.

Zhuguli had even less of a concept of this evil power, even though he had almost been sent away by someone through a Ritual last time.

Soon, the surrounding trees seemed to grow taller and more eerie. Zhuguli pressed his hands into the void and then prompted those players: "We must keep our guard up today, especially the back of those cliffs. We need to check more carefully in a moment; if there are ropes, we will cut them first, as for what follows, we'll talk about it then."

"No problem!"

"Received!"

The players responded enthusiastically.

"What are they doing?" Yaligong, lying on the cliff, frowned, "Is your incantation working?"

"What a brainless barbarian." This witch rolled her eyes, "Go, help me light this."

"This is wet, how do you expect me to light it?" Yaligong asked with a dark face.

(End of this chapter)