The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

Chapter 113 Player Mobilization

Xishi Tribe.

A small villa on the second floor.

Jiang Chen, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

He naturally knew what had happened at the abandoned stone village.

To be honest, he had high expectations for the players with special identities in the instant noodle family.

Although the planned attack ended in failure, it wasn't that the "tomato and egg" tactical arrangement was flawed.

More often than not, they suffered from information asymmetry.

Most players are completely unaware of the importance of concealing their presence.

Although they seemed to be well hidden, the blood aura emanating from them was as obvious to the alien powerhouses as a large truck driving on a highway at night.

Players will only realize this after they've suffered many losses.

After all, even Jiang Chen himself didn't know a specific method for concealing his aura. Most of the time, he relied on stopping the circulation of blood and qi in his body to conceal his aura.

These little tricks can be figured out by players themselves as long as they are proficient enough in military strategy; there is no need to teach them.

Ultimately, the more players die, the better it is for him.

What Jiang Chen is considering now is whether or not he should take action himself.

Because he had realized that the Roaring Clan that the players from the Instant Noodles Clan encountered were the same defeated tribe that had previously raided the Qinghe Tribe at night.

If nothing unexpected happens, the chieftain of the criminal tribe, Mo, still has no more than three hundred Roaring Tribe soldiers under his command.

Putting aside the Howling Clan's centurion, given the current overall strength of the players, they are not afraid of this defeated Howling Clan army.

However, if we include that Roaring Clan member at the Steel Bone Realm, there are still some uncertainties.

Jiang Chen hesitated for a moment, then decided to give the players more trust and see what they could do.

Sunlight, like scattered gold dust, dappled across the village, and the air was filled with the aroma of grass and roasted meat.

A campfire in the center of the open space.

The players present were unaware that a life-or-death battle was unfolding in a corner outside the tribe.

Several players sat together, sharing the bizarre dishes they had "cooked".

A player walked in from outside the gate, proudly displaying a plump fish he had just caught in the stream next to the village.

Another angler was very annoyed. He reached out and, with his clumsy, rough strength, crushed the fish into a string of mangled flesh.

"Damn it, how many of you could possibly put up with your slutty behavior?"

"Huh? What does Lao Feng mean?"

"What does it mean?"

"What does 'mean' mean?"

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Upon seeing this, a burst of good-natured laughter rang out around the campfire.

It's noon in the game, but the sun isn't scorching.

The sunlight shone on the players, making them feel warm and comfortable, so much so that they wanted to take a nap.

Players who wanted to level up had already gone outside the clan.

The players still in the tribe at this moment are basically not players who enjoy combat.

After a busy day in reality, they log on to enjoy this rare peace and tranquility.

For these types of players, this game is a relaxing adventure, a haven from the pressures of reality.

Of course, I will fight monsters and level up, but my initiative is not that strong.

At the same time.

Peng Zhi led the college student players on a field trip to a cave, discussing the feasibility of transforming the place into a base exclusively for their organization.

Meanwhile, Dog Bro and Campus Spring, along with their old buddies, were still venturing up mountains and down rivers, searching for monsters that would drop "experience points" after being killed.

There are also many smaller player teams, with only five or six members, or even just two people per team, venturing deep into the mountains and forests in search of opportunities to level up.

But no matter where they were or what they were doing, all the players gradually noticed the instant noodle family that was flooding the world chat.

World Channel - 1.

[Braised Beef: A large number of monsters have been discovered.]

[Fish-flavored shredded pork: Confirmed to be the same group of monsters that escaped last time, at least a hundred of them, led by a boss.]

[Old Altar Pickled Cabbage: Help! Those bastards are still chasing me!]

[Spicy and Sour Beef: The address is, after leaving the starting village — cross this mountain, and you will see an abandoned stone fortress.]

[Spicy and Sour Beef: Repeating it again ————]

[Spicy and Sour Beef: Come quick!!!]

The message on the world channel was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

The college student players, who were originally exploring the cave, froze in their tracks.

"Are those instant noodle vendors telling the truth or not?"

Ke Yun raised her head blankly, still holding a piece of pebbles she used to play with.

"One hundred, that's a conservative estimate."

Old Kuai swallowed hard, a hint of barely suppressed excitement in his eyes.

Peng Zhi glanced around, observing the expressions of everyone present, and understood. He then waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"

Dog Bro's side didn't even have a discussion.

Upon seeing the message on the world channel, Campus Spring Scenery immediately turned and ran wildly in the direction described by the spicy and sour beef.

Seeing this, Roupeng didn't hesitate and followed immediately.

"Damn it, wait for me."

Dog Bro cursed under his breath, but it didn't stop him from doing his thing.

Even the players staying in the tribe couldn't enjoy their leisure time at this moment.

With a few shouts, a hastily assembled team quickly gathered and headed towards the abandoned stone village.

The positive feedback from upgrades is real and tangible; no one can resist the feeling of becoming stronger.

Ultimately, these players are simply too lazy to go out and hunt monsters. With the information readily available, they naturally won't remain indifferent.

With hundreds of monsters, maybe you can get one, no matter how high or low the level.

Abandoned stone village.

It was once a border outpost of an ancient tribe, but now only ruins remain.

On the charred stone bricks, there were traces of sword and knife cuts, as well as more fresh bloodstains.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and a nauseating stench.

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Those players who escaped from the stone village were pursued and killed by Centurion Yunhou.

The tribal commander stood below the watchtower.

Before him, players' corpses were dragged over by his men and neatly arranged.

Looking at the players' corpses, the Roaring Clan centurion frowned deeply.

He originally intended to distribute these blood offerings to his subordinates, but after these "humans" died, their blood essence disappeared from their bodies.

Without a doubt, these players all had the required health and mana to be at the warrior level while they were alive.

This strange situation reminded him of a widely circulated secret technique.

He planned to wait patiently for a while; if the corpses turned to dust in half an hour, it would prove that he had guessed correctly.

If the guess is true, he will have to lead the Moroccans to evacuate immediately.

Whether the humans who practice this secret technique are tired of living or not, it's none of his business.

All he knew was that since he and his men were at risk of being exposed, it was best to stay far away and lie low again.