Chapter 118: Black Wind Attacks (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Colorful Mist Coast.

Night fell, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.

Several bonfires rose along the beach, and the crowd gradually increased as time passed.

Many of those who arrived were players who had struggled all day in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range or the Underwater Crystal Palace, now coming to the Colorful Mist Coast to relax and unwind.

Under the night sky, they lay on the beach, gazing up at the brilliant starry expanse, leisurely enjoying various delicacies while chatting and joking with their companions.

Nearby, several temporary stalls had been set up; the stall owners included both humans and non-human players, and shouts of hawking wares constantly rang out in the regional voice channel:

"Grilled Crystal Crabs, 12 points of Sacrificial Power each, limited to three per person, first come first served."

"Freshly squeezed Golden Core Fruit Juice, 0.2 Sacrificial Power per cup; brothers who haven't tried it, come give it a go, guaranteed to satisfy. Also taking orders for spiritual food; bring your own ingredients."

"Gill-Fish Clan specialty kelp mixed with spiritual fish meat, a craft passed down from our ancestors; everyone who's eaten it says it's good. Only 5 points of Sacrificial Power per serving; human friends, come and taste."

"Just caught Silver-Tail Fish; is there any old master nearby proficient in the Spiritual Chef profession? Make me a portion of spiritual food that grants permanent attributes; payment provided!"

"Fought in the Crystal Palace for three days and saved up a lot of lobster meat; is there any master skilled in cooking who can process this? Just private message me with your fee; if the price is right, I'll give you the business."

The air was filled with the enticing aroma of food, and many players, busy all day, leisurely enjoyed the beauty of the moment.

Compared to the dark and oppressive Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, everything on the Colorful Mist Coast appeared so relaxed.

With the opening of this new map, the vast majority of players gave it perfect scores and positive reviews.

It allowed them, amidst tense and thrilling hunts, to occasionally come to the Colorful Mist Coast to relax, enjoying gourmet food and scenery.

Meanwhile, warriors from the Gill-Fish Clan and the Abyss-Fish Clan sang and danced along the shore, performing ancient songs from their homelands.

Their different physical structures granted them a vocal range far broader than that of humans; the ethereal and otherworldly songs sung with their unique voices drifted along with the gentle waves lapping against the listeners' hearts. As each song ended, nearby players applauded enthusiastically in support, creating a scene of perfect harmony and beauty.

Just then, a player's shout rang out in the regional voice channel:

"Brothers, it seems there are many ships approaching us from the sea?"

Hearing the shout, players turned to look toward the sea, where they saw a fleet approaching the coast under the bright moon.

The ship leading the formation was shaped like a sea monster; its hull was a massive circular disc, and its prow bore a statue of a ferocious beast, its eyes inlaid with brilliant gems. The hull was covered in strange runes, and its sails were woven from a type of seaweed, swaying lightly in the wind.

The other ships in the fleet each had their own unique features: some were streamlined like sharks, with sharp prows and narrow hulls; others resembled giant turtles, with wide and stable bodies; still others were designed like islands, planted with abundant greenery, with several ropes extending from their prows, relying on sea beasts constantly leaping from the water ahead to provide forward momentum.

A single glance revealed that at least several dozen large ships were sailing toward the Colorful Mist Coast.

Players lying on the beach all stood up to look out, wondering about the purpose of this fleet's arrival.

At sea.

The night sea wind roared, causing the flags on the warships to snap loudly.

"Prepare to go ashore."

Standing on the lookout platform and gazing at the land drawing ever closer ahead, Hei Yu spoke in a deep voice at that moment.

"Clan Leader, there is a group of living beings on the shore; this is likely the territory of another race."

At this, the white-clad figure standing beside him frowned slightly and said.

"Attempt contact; if we confirm they are weak in strength, leave none alive."

"Understood." The white-clad figure nodded, then transformed into a phantom and flew toward the rear.

After his subordinate departed, Hei Yu took a deep breath, his eyes flickering uncertainly, the veins on his clenched fist bulging.

Moving the entire clan was a decision he had been forced to make.

The frequency with which the Ancient God Clan captured their people was increasing; in just the recent period, several thousand clansmen had been taken to a mysterious arena. If this trend continued, the decline of the Black Wind Clan was inevitable.

He had considered taking the initiative to strike, and in fact, he had done so.

But that single attack had nearly cost the entire Black Wind Clan their lives.

One week ago, he had led his clansmen in a surprise attack on a flying vessel, but the vessel hovering in the air remained motionless. Then, a servant descended from the vessel; he merely glanced at them coldly, raised his hand, and slapped down toward the sea surface. Instantly, the sea was sliced by an invisible force, raising two towering waves that reached for the sky.

That terrifying power made him feel a fear that penetrated to his bones, and it made him realize that even if all the clan's warriors attacked together, they would be no match for this Ancient God servant.

Before leaving, the Ancient God servant had taken another batch of clansmen and left behind these words:

"As the weak, it is your honor to become arena fighters to entertain the Ancient Gods."

This encounter made Hei Yu realize there was an unbridgeable gap in strength between the two sides. If an Ancient God servant possessed such terrifying power, one could only imagine how mighty the Ancient God behind the servant must be.

Having abandoned armed resistance, the only option he could think of was to move the entire clan, seeking a new environment where the Ancient God servant could not find them.

Only in this way could they avoid the crisis of racial extinction.

After several days of sailing, they found strong clans stationed on every island along the route, forcing him to detour.

According to records in the clan's sea charts, he had ultimately chosen the Colorful Mist Coast.

According to the supplementary data attached to the sea charts passed down within the clan, the Colorful Mist Coast had once been the territory of a powerful warrior, but that warrior had long since died, and the place was now ownerless land.

He had not expected that upon arriving this time, he would discover a race already dwelling on the shore.

His current thought was simple: first attempt contact to judge the strength of the shore-dwelling race; if he found their power meager, he would exterminate them completely and occupy this land.

If the other race possessed great strength, he would offer specialty resources from Black Wind Island as a greeting gift, then lead his clan to change direction and seek a new homeland.

Amidst churning thoughts, the ship reached the shore, its prow lifting upward.

Once the ship stabilized, Hei Yu leaped onto the shore ahead of his clansmen, his gaze sweeping over the figures on the beach.

"Is your Clan Leader present? The Clan Leader of the Black Wind Clan has come to visit."

By the coast.

Seeing Hei Yu jump ashore from the lead ship, the players immediately activated their Analysis ability.

Instantly, relevant introductory information floated into their minds.

[Hei Yu]:

Hunting Rank: 53

Target Introduction: Black Wind Island, Clan Leader of the Black Wind Clan, possesses strong capabilities in both land and sea combat.

Hearing Hei Yu ask to see the Clan Leader, the players were instantly bewildered.

As for this thing called a Clan Leader, they truly did not have one.

Every player was an independent individual, subject to no class suppression; they really could not produce a single Clan Leader.

Just then, someone suddenly spoke in the voice channel:

"Tsk, isn't this probably a hidden quest? Just like with the Ancient God Arena; next, we'll be led away. Wonder who will be so lucky this time."

Upon hearing these words, players who had originally looked curious immediately lost their composure and rushed toward Hei Yu:

"I am the Clan Leader of the Player Race, brother; what do you need from me?"

"Holy crap, I'm the Clan Leader; don't fight me for this hidden plotline."

"Get lost, you bastard; I'm the Clan Leader; everyone get out of my way; I'm taking this hidden quest."

"Look at me, look at me; they are all fakes; I am the Clan Leader, genuine and authentic, honest to old and young alike, fake one compensate ten."

Amidst Hei Yu's puzzled expression, more and more figures gathered around, all claiming to be the Clan Leader and insisting the others were impostors.

They even began wrestling on the beach over it, the chaotic scene escalating rapidly.

It quickly evolved into a brawl involving hundreds of people, with new figures continuously emerging from the seabed or walking out of the rainforest to join the melee.

Hei Yu: ...

This scene left Hei Yu completely stunned.

The train of thought of this group of living beings before him was incomprehensible.

He had merely asked one question about who was the Clan Leader, yet it seemed to trigger some unknown switch, causing internal conflict to erupt within this race.

In the voice channel, invisible to Hei Yu, things had also turned into a complete mess:

"Hit him; that dog-daress dared to hit my brother; he's really pushing his luck."

"That's the one; he hit me just now; I marked him in the party; punch him in the Iron Face."

"Do you think the Kill-God Society has no one? Wait until I call for help in my society channel; nobody run."

"Holy crap, who hit my Iron Face? I was just standing here eating melon seeds watching you guys fight; why did you hit me too? I'm so angry; I'll bite you to death."

Many players had their own circles of friends and relatives; when beaten amidst the chaos, they decisively called for reinforcements in their societies or parties.

This caused the situation to become even more chaotic.

Feeling perplexed, Hei Yu retreated several steps, turned his head to glance at his clansmen who were gathering and rushing over, and then began observing the players' performance in their brawl.

During this process, he discovered that the physical constitution of these living beings was not strong; they were all fighting with fists, seemingly possessing no special abilities.

After a brief observation confirmed that this race posed no threat, Hei Yu bared his fangs, turned to look at his clansmen, and spoke in a deep voice:

"Kill; leave none alive!"

As soon as his voice fell, groups of Black Wind Clan warriors disembarked and charged at the players who were wrestling together.

The players, still fighting over the position of Clan Leader, were also bewildered.

They had agreed this was a hidden quest; why had they suddenly been attacked?

Facing the Black Wind Clan's fierce offensive, the players released their Soul Soul characteristics to launch a counterattack.

However, the warriors of the Black Wind Clan generally possessed Hunting Ranks above level 35, making their combat power completely unequal.

At this time, the main force of the player legions was fighting in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range or the Underwater Crystal Palace; those on the shore were players here for vacation and leisure, unable to withstand the Black Wind Clan's invasion and forced to continuously retreat toward the rainforest.

During this process, a player in the voice channel offered an analysis, suggesting that the Black Wind Clan was purely an invading force; their earlier friendliness had merely been to probe for intelligence, and only after discovering their weak strength did they decisively strike. It was not a hidden quest at all.

This viewpoint gained the agreement of many players.

The communication in the voice channel consequently became harmonious:

"Buddy, sorry about just now; make some space so I can cast a skill."

"No problem; friction between players is normal. That's the charm of the game. Let's form a party and fight together."

"Brother over there, don't fight alone. Come join our team; we have Stone Golems tanking up front for good DPS."

"Any Human friends want to group up? I'm a Black Armored Snake Soul Soul, level 13..."

Realizing the Black Wind Clan intended to occupy their holy land for leisure and vacation, the players instantly became incredibly united.

Even those who had been wrestling on the ground moments ago now stood together without hesitation in the Iron Face of shared interests, launching a counterattack against the Black Wind Clan.

However, the vast disparity in strength forced the players on the shore to retreat continuously; from time to time, players dissolved into black mist, their souls returning to Emperor Tomb.

Before long, the entire coastline was slaughtered clean.

Many players who had floated ashore from the seabed were stunned by this scene, only to be immediately killed by attacking Black Wind Clan warriors.

Having accomplished all this, the Black Wind Clan began unloading supplies from their ships, entering the rainforest to find open ground for setting up camp, preparing to establish a new clan territory here.

The entire process went exceedingly smoothly, leaving Hei Yu, the chieftain of the Black Wind Clan, utterly astonished.

Yet he did not become complacent; leading a portion of his clansmen, he patrolled near the coastline to investigate whether other racial factions remained, avoiding any surprise ambushes or sieges.

At this moment, the player forum had exploded into an uproar.

[It's over; we can't get out of Colorful Mist Coast now.]

Poster: Nanny Knows Martial Arts.

Content: Damn it, how did Colorful Mist Coast fall? I just finished my one-hour cooldown and logged on, thinking to head to Colorful Mist Coast for a glass of Golden Core Juice. But the moment I exited the Colorful Mist Coast space, I ran straight into a swarthy giant carrying timber. After staring wide-eyed at each other, he dropped the wood, drew a great blade, and chopped straight at my forehead. What resistance could an Eagle-Headed Demon like me possibly offer? I didn't even withstand two slashes before being slaughtered.

So I want to ask, what's going on? How did someone block our doorstep? Looking into the distance, I see many more swarthy giants working. What happened?

Comment Section:

Berserk Chick: What a coincidence; I was fishing on the seabed earlier, and the moment I surfaced, I also ran straight into a swarthy giant. I fought him for three hundred rounds but narrowly lost. Checking the chat logs in the regional voice channel, it seems our doorstep has been invaded and occupied by an alien race.

Is This Reasonable?: Huh? Bullying us right at our doorstep? Even the Black Black Tide and Insect Black Tide wouldn't dare do this. Which bastard ate a bear's heart and a leopard's gall, daring to cause trouble at the entrance to Colorful Mist Coast? Wait until my resurrection cooldown ends; I'll rush over and reason with them (eating dirt and flipping the table.jpg).

Hero Descending into the Game World: Eyewitness popping up. At the time, we thought it was a hidden quest and considered approaching them proactively, but they turned hostile, drew their weapons, and beat us badly. My circle of friends has been locked in a small dark room to sulk, and so have I (Brick-Moving Party slams table.jpg).

Brainstorm Challenge: Just thinking about it makes me angry. I was lying on the beach, eating grilled fish, watching the stars, listening to my Scaled Fish Clan brothers sing, feeling that this was truly life. Then chaos erupted along the coast; the Black Wind Clan charged forward, slaughtering everything. I was hacked to death by a mob of Black Wind Clan giants halfway through my grilled fish. Boo hoo hoo, my heart aches for the unfinished grilled fish.

Through accounts from players on the scene, forum users learned what had transpired at Colorful Mist Coast.

Players who learned the news from the forum quickly relayed it to friends, brothers, and guild chat channels, urging all online players not to exit the novice village space of the Colorful Mist Coast region to avoid being killed.

In response to this situation, players voiced their opinions one after another.

They had accepted this loss, but as players, they would never swallow their pride; they always repaid vengeance with vengeance and grievances with grievances.

How to formulate a battle plan became a hot topic of discussion on the forum.

Until a certain post appeared, at which point the players immediately found a direction for joint operations.

[Brothers, wait a moment; my guild brothers and I will be online soon.]

Poster: Shentang-Shen Wang.

Content: I was just fighting the Black Black Tide in Emperor Tomb Mountain Range and got wiped out not long ago. I thought I'd check the forum for the latest guides, but the moment I entered, I saw my friends list exploding with messages. Only then did I learn that the Colorful Mist Coast region had been rushed by a suddenly arriving alien faction... We must definitely avenge this. I am already contacting the leaders of several guilds. After I resurrect, I will organize manpower to head to Colorful Mist Coast. At that time, we will charge together and show the Black Wind Clan what a natural disaster truly looks like.

Comment Section:

Has It Always Been Right?: I joined your battle group once before; your command was excellent. I'll charge with you again this time.

Berserk Chick: Shen Wang, resurrect quickly and organize a charge of over ten thousand people. Just thinking about it feels thrilling.

Divine Wing: We were fighting shrimp soldiers and crab generals in front of the Underwater Crystal Palace. Upon hearing this news, we decisively had our entire team die to save the trip back. Wait for us, brothers of the Divine Wing Guild, in the joint operation; we'll come as soon as we resurrect.

Heart of the Sea God: We of the Scaled Fish Clan also apply to join the battle. Human brothers, do not disdain our low strength. The Colorful Mist Coast region is our lifeline for making money. Retaking this area relies on the assistance of you Human brothers. We will do everything in our power to help. Charge!

Aowu Aowu Great Shark: We of the Abyssal Fish Clan are joining too. Brothers from several guilds have already been contacted; we just lack a commander for the charge. Later, OP, please open a warband and pull everyone participating into it. We will follow commands throughout, striking wherever pointed. Although our strength is indeed somewhat poor, we guarantee obedience to command.

Whirlwind Sweeps the Earth: Hearing this news left me dumbfounded. Some faction actually dares to block our village entrance and kill? They simply don't put us in their eyes. Even the Black Black Tide and Insect Black Tide wouldn't dare be so arrogant when facing us. Truly giving them Iron Face, are they? Oppressing the weak, huh? Later, let them see what true oppression of the weak looks like, and what the Cycle Resurrection Tactic is.

Hamster Party Player: So excited; I get to participate in a large-scale team battle again. The last time I joined Shen Wang's joint operation group was over half a month ago. Recently, they haven't let me join; you admins said I was slacking off during battle qwq. Actually, I wasn't slacking at all; I'm just purely noobish. But large-scale team battles are so passionate.

Hello Silly Dog: I was eating dinner when a good brother called to say he was killed by aliens at Colorful Mist Coast. I hurriedly finished eating, logged on, and only then understood the situation. Count me in for the joint operation later. Level 32 Stone Golem Soul Soul, Level 23 Taunt, Body Tempering Level 2. It's time to show the Black Wind Clan what painful memory truly means.

Is This Reasonable?: By the way, where are the Gene Two Fierce ones? Didn't they master the server's only two Painful Soul Souls? The battle will only be interesting if they participate. Damage output doesn't matter; the main focus is ultimate torment. I look forward to their performance (wry smile.jpg).

The actions of the Black Wind Clan in the Colorful Mist Coast region had thoroughly enraged the player community.

Players currently exploring Emperor Tomb Mountain Range returned to the village one after another, using teleportation arrays to travel to the Colorful Mist Coast region to prepare for battle.

Many players unable to rush back simply chose to die intentionally to return home, waiting for their resurrection cooldown to end before logging on to fight.

Amidst surging emotions, the player community achieved unprecedented unity.

Even guild players who usually could not stand the sight of each other expressed their intention to join this joint operation.

This included players from the Scaled Fish Clan and the Abyssal Fish Clan.

Unlike the internal disunity among Human players, the Scaled Fish Clan and Abyssal Fish Clan had smaller populations; their internal management model resembled a clan system, making it easy to unite and organize all players.

Furthermore, the Colorful Mist Coast region was their most important source of income, making them attach extraordinary importance to this battle.

At this moment, what the members of the Black Wind Clan, still rejoicing over their easy occupation of Colorful Mist Coast, did not know was that an unending player natural disaster was brewing, awaiting only its eruption.

(End of Chapter)