I Live on the Land in Global Games

Chapter 304 - 304 300 United Against the Enemy304: Chapter 300: United Against the Enemy 304: Chapter 300: United Against the Enemy “My goodness, is that Gungun?” someone exclaimed, finally recognizing the figure amidst the wildly dancing giant vines.

“Do these Fishmen really hate fruit that much?

Why do they look like we killed their parents when they get hit?

Look, that Fishman Priest is totally flabbergasted!”

“I think that’s not ordinary fruit, those are fruit bombs!

Gungun has hidden his tricks well!

What a master of mockery!”

“Am I the only one curious about those vines?

Surely, that’s not the Lord’s entanglement technique.

It’s too outrageous, almost like an alien octopus, just throwing it into the crowd of Fishmen pretty much settles everything for us!”

“Look, the Lord is also being supported high up by a vine branch, she hasn’t used any spells and has been using bow and arrow all along.

Isn’t she just letting us earn some easy money?”

“She must be targeting the sacrificial items at the altar, didn’t the mission mention only Druids and Forest Patrol can destroy the altar for Professional Experience rewards?”

“But I just saw from the platform, the altar is still intact!” said a player who had used up his Mana and run down to join the melee.

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Mu Ying wasn’t foolish either; if the giant vine really had such immense power, she could just throw a vine seed there and cause chaos with her Plant Magic, achieving her goal without needing such a fanfare.

The giant vine was a type of Magic Plant seed she had converted long ago in the Emerald World.

Originally, it was cultivated by a green witch to amuse her own children.

It was massive in size, soft in texture, and highly elastic, making it convenient for the witch’s child to play tossing and catching games.

Correspondingly, it had no attack power; a sweep of such thick vines felt like being hit by a pillow.

It was fine for lifting or catching people, but not for attacking.

Once the players realized all the Fishmen were distracted by Gungun, they began to shout continuously.

“Gungun, come this way!”

“We want some over here too!”

Although Gungun was slightly dizzy from being thrown, the enthusiastic shouts from below instantly invigorated him, and he threw with even more gusto.

Raising his chin, the fruit quickly came together, evolving from throwing one at a time to several at once.

He most wanted to hit the Fishman Priest, but unfortunately, his aim wasn’t quite good and he never succeeded.

Mu Ying saw that the mermaids were temporarily held back, so she comfortably continued her stealthy attack on the altar.

She didn’t attack the Divine Statue because staring directly at it was a necessity for aiming, and only by destroying all the Sacrificial Altars would the Divine Statue’s power be weakened to the lowest, making it safer to attack then.

The Fishman Priest, seeing his people in disarray and many not following commands to attack, quickly noticed it was due to the fruit thrown at them.

He raised his Magic Wand again, and a wave swept across, cleansing his tribe members with the pale red wave.

The taunting effect of the fruit juice was washed away too, and the Fishmen regained their senses and started to flee again.

At that moment, a huge, water-blue wave surged from the shoreline.

Compared to those several dozen meters high towering blue waves, the little red wave controlled by the Fishman Priest seemed child’s play.

“What’s that?

A tsunami?”

Naturally, the players also noticed this scene.

Had this been before the apocalypse, they would have started a frenzied escape by now, but currently, the camp’s protective shield was like a safety umbrella.

Mu Ying narrowed her eyes, observing it too.

From her higher position, she had a clearer view; on top of those towering blue waves were fully armed Mermaid Warriors riding sharks.

They drove the polluted red seawater toward the shore.

It was no longer as gentle as when the Fishman Priest had washed the fruit juice from the clan members, and even the Koutao Fishman, who moved freely underwater, couldn’t stand firm in front of such a sudden, enormous wave and were washed out, many hitting directly against the protective Shield of Harbor Camp.

It was another feast for the players.

“Mu Girl, give me the Water Breathing and Water Walking spells, and I’ll go out and capture that Priest for you to kill.

How much Contribution Points is that worth?”

Clan Leader Ned climbed swiftly up the giant vine, reaching Mu Ying within a few breathes.

The Half-Breeds had also come in significant numbers to earn Contribution Points.

However, they were not aiming for the official resident status but to gather Contribution Points to repay the astronomical five million owed for the sub-camp’s management rights.

Clan Leader Ned didn’t want to go down and compete with the younger ones, so he targeted the Fishman Priest.

Mu Ying: “...”

Elder, why join in the excitement?

Isn’t this bullying the Fishman?

The one before her was a Level 14 Wanderer!

But capture and bring to her to kill?

Mu Ying felt it was a tempting offer.

Ordinary Fishman were quite clean, with no natural repulsive aura, but the Priest carried a significant amount of dark energy, having led the entire Fishman Clan’s worship and sacrifices; thus, his Experience Value must not be small.

But Mu Ying had already used Biological Recognition on him.

This Fishman High Priest had close-combat capabilities similar to ordinary Fishman, but he knew many Spells, including Water Control Skill, Water Shield, Group Healing Technique, Spiritual Body Guard, Spiritual Body Weapon, and Devoted Shield.

Especially the Devoted Shield, with his fervent level of devotion to the Mermaid God, near the Altar, this Shield boasted astonishing defensive power.

That’s why Mu Ying had not dealt with him temporarily.

She planned to wait until the Altar was weakened or destroyed, and the Fishman were partly worn out before facing him.

By then, the numerical superiority of the players could compensate a bit for the level difference.

Clan Leader Ned understood all too well, knowing she craved Professional Experience, so considerate.

How could she refuse?

After briefly mourning for the Fishman Priest, Mu Ying immediately cast both Water Walking and Water Breathing on Clan Leader Ned without another word.

“The Spells will last 7 hours, and I will deduct five thousand Contribution Points from your account afterward.”

Clan Leader Ned smiled, snapped his fingers at her, and then entered Stealth mode.

Mu Ying watched as he vanished; to spot even a slight trace of his movement, one would have to look very carefully, and soon, she couldn’t catch any sign of him at all.

Sure enough, a Level 14 Wanderer, ghost-like in movement, it’s unclear how he intended to capture the Fishman Priest.

If Mu Ying understood the involvement of the Half-Breeds and Fishman, the arrival of the Sky Wolves and the Mushroom Man was quite a wonder.

The Sky Wolves were at least a Wolf Pack that had grown up with her.

Mu Ying had not only expanded the Tree House basement level for them but also provided them with official resident identity cards.

They didn’t need Contribution Points at all.

However, they still insisted on paying an entrance fee like the other temporary residents every day, supporting themselves through hunting; besides living expenses, they also continued to make offerings to her.

They might have come to help her, but since Sky Wolves could neither read nor understand human speech, how did they learn of this?

The Mushroom Man was even stranger, having never joined battles before.