The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

Xishi Tribe.

The heavy rain continued, making the night seem incredibly dark.

Since the game's nighttime corresponds to daytime in reality, the number of online players is naturally lower.

In addition, it kept raining in the game, so even when I logged in, I could only stay in the stone house and didn't know what to do.

These factors combined resulted in fewer than thirty players online at 3 PM in real time.

However, as the post by Fat Tiger gained popularity, more and more sleeping figures awoke from the rows of stone houses.

When Peng Zhi walked out of the room carrying the bone knife, he saw that nearly a hundred people had already gathered in the open space.

He wondered what these guys did and why they were so free all day long.

Is anyone else here?

"Don't wait any longer, let's get there first."

"Walking at night is too dangerous, let's wait until everyone gathers together before we act."

"What's there to be afraid of? With so many people going, who knows if there will be enough monsters to go around?"

"Let's go, strike first!"

"Does anyone know how to get there?"

"I remember, come with me."

Peng Zhi watched helplessly as some novice players quickly reached a consensus, gathered about ten people, and ran out of the tribe.

Experienced players are fine, but newbies are unfamiliar with each other and are quite bold; they'll join immediately after someone calls them in.

It is quite obvious that many players are organized into teams of a few or a dozen people and act in batches.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the players gathered in the open space had disappeared.

At this moment, Lao Kuai hurriedly ran out of the stone house carrying the bronze pillar.

"How's it going? How many people in our organization are online right now?"

Peng Zhi was stunned when he saw Lao Kuai.

"Don't you have class this afternoon?"

"Oh well, it's just advanced mathematics, I can't understand it anyway." Old Kuai nonchalantly hoisted the bronze pillar onto his shoulder.

Ke Yun suddenly appeared out of nowhere, praisingly saying, "Exactly! You can retake a course if you fail, but you won't get another chance to participate in this kind of game event."

The players in their group quickly gathered. Except for two or three college students who were unable to leave, the other college students logged on before the team set off.

"Where are the other two?" Duan Jianhui counted the heads.

Wang Zihan and Zheng Wen stood next to him; as Peng Zhi's roommates, they naturally wouldn't be left out.

"Those two went shopping with their girlfriends. Let's ignore them and go."

"I told you women only slow down the speed at which you draw your sword."

The group shouted loudly and quickly disappeared into the night.

In the dimly lit rented room.

Fat Tiger looked at the resurrection countdown displayed on his game helmet and felt a pang of sadness.

He described it in great detail in that post, and as long as you strictly follow the route he described, you won't go wrong.

In fact, Fat Tiger has a very good memory; he knew how to get to Qinghe Tribe from the very beginning.

However, he had always been mindful of the unpredictable nature of the player community, which is why he hadn't revealed the story of the Qinghe tribe.

There's no need for that now.

Anyway, the Qinghe tribe has already been attacked by the Hou tribe's warriors, so things can't get much worse.

Fat Tiger put down his gaming helmet, picked up the half-empty bottle of iced tea from the bedside table, and gulped down a large mouthful.

He then went to the official forum and added a message to his own post.

[Gian (playing): Let the monsters see the power of the Fourth Calamity!]

[Sweetheart Strike Bull (Playing): Victory is assured, bro.]

……

"That Gian guy really didn't lie to me."

As dawn broke, the fastest group of players had already reached a small hill not far from the Qinghe tribe.

The rain was still heavy, but from this high vantage point, the players could barely make out the flames rising from all around the large tribe, and could faintly hear the shouts of battle coming from within.

"Goodness, how long has this been going on?"

"To be honest, throwing these few of us in doesn't seem to do much good."

One player scratched his head.

Their group of players was the fastest, but there were only twelve of them.

Even if everyone meets the standards of a combat soldier, their numbers are too small to affect the overall situation.

"Don't be afraid, this is clearly a faction-based storyline. Let's hurry over and grab the bargains, or they'll be gone."

"If we dawdle any longer, everyone else will arrive. Did we come all this way just for sightseeing?"

Other players thought about it again and realized that it made sense.

Armed with weapons in hand, they charged toward the burning Qinghe tribe, shouting battle cries.

They didn't really have a formation; their main strategy was to charge forward relentlessly.

The two Hou tribe warriors guarding the perimeter had just issued a warning when they were cut to pieces by the players who rushed up.

After nearly a whole night of fighting, both the Hou tribe and the Qinghe tribe were exhausted and barely holding on.

The battle situation was so chaotic that it was impossible for any two sides to be intertwined, and even gathering enough soldiers to raise the racial aura was not an option.

But precisely because of this, the stronger players on both sides are quite comfortable, and with a little caution, their safety is still guaranteed.

Yunhou, the centurion of the Hou tribe, was the first to receive the warning message. His immediate reaction was that the warriors of the Qinghe tribe had returned to reinforce, and he was preparing to issue a retreat order.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that there were no human race clouds appearing behind him. When he rushed over, he found only about a dozen "human warriors," which made him laugh in exasperation.

Without even needing to summon his men, he bit the blade with his teeth, leaped high into the air, and jumped into the player's camp.

Upon seeing the elite monster suddenly appear before them, the players present, though not understanding what was happening, instinctively slashed at the cloud beast with their respective weapons.

"So he came here to die."

Yunhou licked the blade, savoring the slightly diluted rusty taste from the rain, and swung the knife with a sinister look in its eyes.

Tonight, he used this sharp blade to kill no fewer than a hundred members of the Qinghe tribe, and he didn't mind adding a dozen more souls to his blade.

The sharp blade in his hand sliced ​​through the raindrops, its momentum undiminished, and severed a player's head from his body.

At the same time, his blood and energy surged within him, intimidating the other players.

The players present had logged in after the 1.03 version update.

So they were quite confused by Yunhou, and instead of feeling fear, they were extremely angry.

How dare a mere elite monster that doesn't even display its name act so arrogantly in front of the players?

The players charged forward with screams.

After a dozen or so breaths.

Looking at the players' corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, Yunhou didn't understand, nor did he really want to respect them.

He turned to the Hou tribe soldiers who had followed him and instructed them, "These blood offerings are for you. Maintain the outer defense line and don't panic."

Before he finished speaking, the Hou tribe warrior beside him pointed to the distant hillside.

"Centurion Yunhou, it seems there are reinforcements from Qinghe appearing over there."