My Players Are So Fierce

1389: 469.

Snakes!

I hate snakes!

1389: 469.

Snakes!

I hate snakes!

That afternoon, the students and the new players attached to them launched a tentative raid on the “small instance” at the end of the western front in a “high-spirited” manner.

Thanks to the absurd yet useful weapon, the mortar, which had been distributed to every small guild, their preliminary attack firepower was not weak at all.

Dozens of high-explosive fragmentation shells screamed into the undead horde, and although the explosive power of these devices wasn’t excellent due to manufacturing techniques, the scorching shards that splattered everywhere were enough to create the chaos they desired.

Then, led by the foolhardy Martial Monks, nearly a hundred players formed several small teams in loose lines and moved forward aggressively.

As an instance outside of the team-based instances, the development team didn’t even write a specific backstory for this place, merely describing it vaguely as being ancient undead summoned by the malicious Jackal Warlocks.

However, it includes several individuals who shone brilliantly in past eras.

Tsk tsk, just the description alone is quite “ambiguous.”

It’s pretty much the same as outright posting a “hidden quest” sign for the players to see.

Adding to that, some lucky guys had previously managed by interacting with controlled “Necromancers” and Netherworld Knights to obtain some clues, and many people knew that Sir Morphy “kept” a “Necromancer” and Netherworld Knight “couple” under the Blood Vulture Corridor; what’s all this if not the “preview storyline” for the next version?

Therefore, in today’s raid, the solo players ignored the astonishing number of Skeleton Soldiers, each courageously targeting those few Netherworld Knights riding on horses.

However, this unstrategic attack obviously didn’t achieve much, but Teacher Li, in charge of today’s battle, wasn’t expecting to achieve a huge victory in one go.

This was a probing attack!

On one hand, it assessed the strength and intelligence level of the monsters in this instance, and on the other hand, it also let the increasingly numerous new players experience what it feels like to raid an instance.

In “Real Different World”, raiding an instance and running an instance are two entirely different concepts.

The monsters in the trial instances preserved through instance snapshots have fixed routines, true NPCs, which players can understand how to defeat through repeated attempts; however, real “instances” don’t have this “convenience”.

The veteran players had already summarized the patterns of instances in this devilish game, which is to be highly alert or even paranoid upon entering, because anything absurd could happen.

Just like the team “Threejin Sweet Potato Burn” led by Old Qin, charging forward under his command, with the player “Two Big Cucumbers” excitedly pulling out grenades to throw continuously forward, planning to blast a path through.

But to everyone’s jaw-dropping astonishment, a Netherworld Knight swung his War Halberd like playing baseball and whoosh whoosh whoosh, sent the grenades launched by Brother Cucumber flying back the same way they came.

Seeing the smoking devices rolling on the ground, Old Qin swore loudly, kicking the tube-carrying Deep-fried Sweet Potato several meters away while he agilely somersaulted to tackle another teammate aiming with a bottle of Ketchup.

The bomb then exploded, the unlucky “Two Big Cucumbers” and their squad’s Fire Support “Four Taels of Fermented Tofu” were caught in the blast, and without even a chance to scream, were blown to heaven on the spot.

Meanwhile, it hadn’t been 24 hours since their last team wipe and resurrection; it seems that during the last time Old Qin led them in a defense, these two were also taken out by a single Flame Strike Skill from the “Necromancer” Baldwin.

F***!

Everyone here passed the art exams, so why is your luck so horrendously bad?

“Retreat, retreat, retreat!”

Old Qin, covered in mud and dust, scrambled up, while picking up the Calculating Pearl, dog tags, and equipment of his teammates, and yelled out to those around him:

“We can’t fight them!

There’s absolutely no way!

The power disparity is too big, we can’t win head-on, let’s wait until Golden Flower’s fire support arrives before we reassess.

It’s too risky, pull back!”

Old Qin held considerable authority among these newcomers, having led ten rookies to hold off a thousand-man team, an exploit that was widely praised on forums, earning him the honorific “Lord Qin” from many newcomers.

And it wasn’t just a casual form of address.

Primarily because Old Qin himself claimed to be a decade older than Professor Chen in real life, putting him squarely in the elderly bracket, so the young ones calling him “Lord” wasn’t him taking advantage of them.

Now that Old Qin had spoken, the new players who were already being suppressed by the Undead Army instantly scattered in disarray.

Every one of them slipped away as fast as frightened rabbits, causing the Netherworld Knights and their Skeleton Army, who had been ready to face the legendary fearless Transia People in a head-on clash, to be taken aback by their rapid retreat.

It seemed like in a blink, these guys had disappeared!

They wanted to pursue but were knocked back by a row of coordinated cannon fire from the rear, daring not risk a reckless charge again.

The battleground that was buzzing moments ago returned to an eerie calm, only the Martial Monks from the Shadow Trace Sect took the chance to “kidnap” a Netherworld Knight back, and now the Demon Eight Elites were studying how to “tame” this formidable undead.