My Player 2

Chapter 161 Distributing the spoils

"Let's stop here today, Lao Niu, you do the math and we divide the stuff."

A force eight gale descended from the sky, summoned three teammates to its side, and began to distribute today's spoils.

The "Pure Love God of War" who was in charge of picking up the dropped items stared blankly for more than ten seconds before saying:

"I've sent you the screenshots. I don't have any requirements. You guys can choose first."

"I killed more than 100 subspecies dragons, but only 5 reverse scales dropped. Oh, my dragon scale soft armor will never be available." "Watermelon Beer" sighed and took the 5 silver scales from the Minotaur.

"Level 100 Great Gale" took away [Asian Dragon Skins] without saying a word.

The "Ghost Blade" standing aside didn't even dare to breathe.

He didn't know how the gods from other worlds communicated, but he felt that he was already very honored to be able to dance with the gods and learn their fighting skills. He never thought that he was qualified to share the spoils of the gods from other worlds.

The "Pure Love God of War" snorted, turned his head to look at the NPC beside him, and asked:
"There are still 3 pieces of [Dragon Skins], 153 pieces of [Dragon Meat] and [Dragon Heart], and 26 [Earth Cores] left. If you don't need anything else, we can split the rest equally?"

Ghost Blade swallowed and was about to refuse subconsciously, but reason stopped him.

Dragon meat and dragon heart...

Just these two things can greatly increase a person's energy and blood, allowing his strength, which has stagnated for many years, to have the opportunity to make further progress. If you give them to your own children, they can also lay a solid foundation for them.

This is a treasure that cannot be bought with any amount of money.

He wanted these two things, but he was worried that the alien god was just being polite and that taking them would bring disaster.

After struggling for a while, he gritted his teeth, looked at the wind element who was in charge of the team, and asked:

"Am I...am I eligible?"

"Level 8 Gale" was stunned for a moment, closed the map, switched back to the game, nodded and said:
"You are also a member of our team. This is your share."

Teaming up with NPCs to kill monsters, although the efficiency is much lower, but because there is one less person to share the experience, the final experience gained is not much different.

Moreover, these materials are useless. Except for the reverse scales required for "Watermelon Beer", they are all garbage thrown into the auction house.

Ghost Blade didn’t have the player’s personal space, so after they returned to Dawn Town, the “Pure Love God of War” gave him the things and then went offline to rest.

After finally stuffing nearly 4 tons of dragon meat into the hovercraft, the native code-named Ghost Blade felt dizzy and had a psychedelic feeling as if he was dreaming.

But before he could recover from the shock, three familiar-looking colleagues came to his car, blocked his door and knocked on the window.

"Hey, Agui, you've made a fortune!" The explorer carrying a giant sword looked unfriendly.

Ghost Blade woke up instantly and felt cold from head to toe.

He wasn't afraid of the losers outside the car.

But there was no space in his car to hold so much dragon meat. Most of the meat was packed on the roof and could not be hidden at all.

Once your news gets out, the best case scenario is that you cut off your own tail to survive and give away most of the meat.

Otherwise, he could imagine what he would go through.

I can't even protect the treasure I paid for my life.

Ghost Blade's face turned red and white.

He had always considered himself a strong man, but suddenly he realized how weak he was.

At this moment, a breeze blew by, and the "Eight-Force Gale" came to the parking lot, pushed open the NPC blocking the car door, knocked on the car window and said:
"Going back to the city? Give me a ride."

Without waiting for Ghost Blade's response, he opened the passenger door, made a disdainful "tsk", put the Asian dragon meat on the seat into his backpack, and sat down.

He was a wind element, floating in the air, not afraid of getting dirty. Some players supported the ghost blade, and the three gold-level explorers had to retreat wisely.

On the way back to the city, Ghost Blade gripped the steering wheel tightly and said:

"I…I don't know how to thank you enough."

He knew that this alien god had his own car and there was no need for him to hitchhike.

In fact, the "Level 8 Great Gale" is here to help NPCs out of trouble.

This group of veteran players had long felt that something was amiss with the game, but they did not dare to explore further, nor did they have the means to confirm their guesses.

After private communication, they decided to follow the official suggestion and treat the game's NPCs as real people.

Since it is not just a few lines of data, then this NPC nicknamed "Ghost Blade" is one of the people recognized by "Level 8 Great Gale".

After all, he had killed monsters under his command.

"Your car is nice." "Level 8 Gale" changed the subject.

Seeing NPC's timid look, he wondered if he had criticized him too harshly before.

When giving orders, "Level 8 Great Gale" will never show mercy and will criticize fiercely once a mistake is made.

In the first round, he accidentally scolded a few girls and made them cry.

But this doesn't mean that he likes to have a bad face on weekdays.

A good commander must not only establish his prestige but also maintain good relationships with his subordinates.

Ghost Blade didn't know what to say. He was just grateful, but it would be impolite not to reply, so he just followed the topic of the car and said:

"It's just a mobility scooter. I see your car seems to have been modified. Do you like driving?"

"You figured that out." Wind Element smiled and said, "I have a drag racing competition tonight, and the main car is being modified."

"That rumored death rally?"

"What kind of rumors?" "Level 8 Gale" was a little curious.

"It is said that this competition is held secretly outside the city every week, with a mortality rate of 40%."

"That's exaggerated. They are guys who can run faster than cars. Some people even cheated by carrying cars on their backs. Even if the car was destroyed, the person would be fine."

There are a lot more words about "Eight-Force Gale".

They were talking about a car race between players, but they didn't expect that there were rumors among NPCs.

This game has a lot of gameplay.

A player like him who plays for 6 hours every day is considered to be relatively self-disciplined.

After talking about the topic of car racing for a while, "Eight-Force Gale" suddenly thought of something and said to Ghost Blade:
"I plan to advance in the next two days, and I probably won't take you with me after that."

Without waiting for Ghost Blade to say anything, he continued:

"If you want to continue killing monsters, you can contact Aniu and the others, but they are about to advance. Oh, yes, the big bird in the south is recruiting people. They plan to go to the Xinghui Islands. It's quite risky to go there."

The amount of information contained in the words of the wind element was too much. It took Ghost Blade several seconds to understand it. He said blankly:
"Starry...Islands?"

"Well, most of the islands are level 80 areas, and there are also many lower-level areas. Except for the strange [Eternal Day Island], you shouldn't be in any danger if you go there. I still trust the character of Big Bird."

(End of this chapter)