Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

"Get him!"

Eager for revenge, he picked up a piece of broken stone from the ground and charged at Black Tooth, who was standing there stunned.

The other three also drew their longswords and followed closely behind.

Heaven have mercy, they're just a bunch of street thugs. They've seen plenty of brave and violent people, but this is the first time they've seen someone rush up with a sword and attack someone just because they can't even finish two sentences.

As the leader, Black Tooth, was smashed in the face by a rock by the short guy leading the group, the thugs scattered like birds and beasts, disappearing into the alley behind them in the blink of an eye.

"I came into this game to have fun! To have some fun! Damn it, I made one careless move and got played by an NPC. If I don't beat you to a pulp today, I'm quitting the game!"

Pointing at a mouse as a duck, he rode on Black Fang's back, punching him with his left hand and then circling him with his right, leaving the local gang leader on the ground bleeding profusely, his eyes almost bulging out.

"Wow! It's been so many years since I've fought like this. This game is like a man reliving his youth!" Seeing that the person was no longer moving, Zhishuweiya finally stood up, shaking his hands.

"Seriously, does this game really need to make the way it hurts NPCs so realistic? It's really uncomfortable to look at all this blood." Unlike the glee of pointing fingers at a duck, Zhao Xiaotian frowned as he looked at the "bloody" scene in front of him.

"Realism is good, the more realistic, the more satisfying!" Salty looked at Black Tooth, who was beaten until only blood and foam were coming out, and put his arm around the shoulder of the person squatting in the grass with a smug look on his face:

"It's a pity that with such a realistic game as a replacement, it seems I have to leave Los Santos, which has been with me for many years."

"Let's go. Everyone's been dried up, so the mission is definitely 100% complete." The sister-in-law stepped forward and kicked the disfigured Black Tooth lying on the ground. Seeing that he was no longer responding, she sheathed her one-handed sword and said to the others.

The group nodded, and after Zhishuweiya retrieved the assassin's dagger, his initial equipment, and a dozen copper coins from Heiya, the group disappeared into the deserted alley.

[The quest to help players avenge the wronged has been completed. You have defeated the market bully Black Fang. Congratulations! You have received the following rewards: 30 Kingdom Coins and one Black Iron Treasure Chest.]

[You have completed the Assassin's beginner quest, retrieving a dagger and seventeen copper coins from Black Fang. Congratulations! You have received a reward of ten Kingdom Coins and a Black Iron Treasure Chest.]

As soon as the group left the market, the guy with bread in his mouth, who was calling himself a duck, received a notification from the little fireman that he had completed his mission. Just moments before, he had easily made off with a bag full of stuff.

"Damn it, this is outrageous! That dagger was originally mine, how can you say I stole it!" The little fireman was very dissatisfied with the accusation and muttered under his breath.

"I'm telling you, you should have some sense of reality!" The three of them, Xian Dan, also received their reward for completing the revenge mission at the same time. The sister-in-law looked at her bulging clothes and teased her.

"So you're the Liangshan hero, Drummer! My apologies!" Zhao Xiaotian, who had become somewhat familiar with the players, jokingly chimed in.

"Go to hell!" This timely gesture of international goodwill, mistaking a mouse for a duck, is a fitting response.

As the saying goes, players may occasionally make a small profit, but Viserys will never lose.

While the four players were completing the quest, Viserys had already opened two bronze chests and retrieved a Valyrian steel dagger and a barrel of Green Court wine laced with Tears of Ries.

Looking at the player Xian Dan, who was smugly pleased with himself for getting a Western Army standard steel sword, and the player's sister-in-law, who was clinging to her old crossbow, Viserys couldn't help but sigh:

"Alas, my poor leeks!"

Viserys turned and hung the poisoned wine laced with the Tears of Ries on the little yellow... no, player shop, targeting assassin players who were like the one who called the mouse a duck.

He had made a prior agreement with Little Fireman that all profits from Viserys' personal items being listed in the player shop would belong to him, the host.

Night fell quickly. After completing the quest, the blacksmith apprentice, who had obtained an Arak scimitar engraved with runes from the player shop, refused Rondo's offer to stay the night.

In this incredibly realistic game world, not being able to stay with his fellow players all the time would also be a form of loneliness for him.

The Steamed Bun Immortal returned to the starting village, to that remote and dilapidated hut. As soon as he entered, he spread his arms wide:

"My children, your father has returned!"

He was greeted not only by Daenerys's disdainful look, but also by the friendly greetings from the players.

Having acquired the military iron sword, Xian Dan generously sold his initial equipment, exchanging it for a few glasses of dark beer. He then led everyone to celebrate this magical day for them at the old wooden table in the hut.

"Homage to the great King Viserys III!"

Since the little fireman brought up the issue of NPC favorability, the players wisely raised their glasses to Viserys first.

"Homage to the City of Night, no, homage to Pentos!" The Mantou Immortal deliberately imitated the translator's tone from the movie.

"You messed up your lines, V!" Zhao Xiaotian rested his hand on the bridge of his nose, feigning seriousness like a royal guard appointed by His Majesty Viserys.

"And the embodiment of beauty, our Daenerys! To you, Your Highness!" My sister-in-law always managed to add a line after everyone else had finished speaking, though after spending a day with her, everyone knew it was just nonsense.

Daenerys sat awkwardly beside her brother Viserys, nodding in response to the crowd's kindness with a stiff smile.

It refreshed players' understanding of games in a single day, allowing them to enjoy the break and marvel at the magic of the company behind the game.

At the same time, it made Daenerys feel like it was all a dream. She hadn't heard such a sincere "Your Highness" from her brother Viserys in a long time.

"Perhaps they really are loyal subjects of the Targaryen family, and by the Seven Gods, they are not villains who came to torment Viserys."

If Sir William were to see this, he would surely say: "Blood and fire are of the same origin!" The storm was brewing, so thought the princess of Dragonstone.

She would occasionally feel a sense of concern, and then she would think of Sir William, formerly her brother Viserys, who had not been since he became violent, and sometimes perhaps his mother, Queen Rella.

Despite having never met her mother.

After downing their glasses of dark beer, the players, without a care in the world, used the ground as their bed and the roof as their blanket, and quickly drifted off to sleep under Daenerys's astonished gaze.

Hearing the snoring coming from inside the room, Viserys knew that the player had logged off.

In this situation, even if you stab them in the butt with a knife, they won't scream, clutch their butts, jump up, and shout:

"Seven levels of hell!"