Chapter 207 – Cat Dad’s First Guild War (1)
DING
The boys and the rn gulped as they could see the ssages. So of them suddenly had the urge to pee. A bad luck one, aka a rman scout, had a stomach ache and needed to take the number two.
Seeing how nervous his subordinates were, Xiaomao ordered them to rush to the toilet and do whatever was necessary.
Hearing Xiaomao’s order, Peter, Jas, and half of the rn sprinted to the toilets.
“How childish,” Lucky shook her head.
“It’s their first war, munya. Unlike you, they have no experience in group fights. Co to think of it, how long had you been protecting the dungeon before I showed up, munya?”
Lucky wryly smiled, “I don’t know. I don’t rember. But I do rember that the previous general was killed, and I was supposed to replace him.”
“Ah, lucky you, munya.”
Xiaomao still rembered that he killed a gnoll general, but the ga suddenly rolled back and resurrected all gnolls. The dead gnoll might have been replaced by Lucky, and she ended up becoming Xiaomao’s slave.
“He-he, that’s right. I’m LUCKY!”
A minute quickly passed by, and MUNYA Guild’s mbers were teleported to the battlefield.
However, instead of sending everybody to a plain, Xiaomao was the only one on top of a castle wall. As for the rest of his mbers, they were sent to prison – Everybody got stuck in a transparent 100 square-ter cube, which was floating over the Guild War’s battlefield.
Lucky, Shepherd, and the crew had expected this as Xiaomao had explained the rules to them beforehand. However, the nervous rn, who hadn’t finished peeing, were stunned when they were teleported. Their stomach scread, and the liquid in their pee holes was sucked back into the bladders.
Unfortunately, the guy with the number two issues lost his battle. He got sent to the transparent room while he was squatting with two humanoid legs while his fish head was sweating profusely. As if the rman had transford into a local man in India’s slum, his dark expressionless face was frozen, and his wide eye stared at everybody who looked at him.
DRIP
Black things dropped on the invisible floor, which highlighted the unholy semi-liquid object.
Coincidentally, the guy was at the center of the room, and the sll quickly spread.
“%&!”
The mbers of the cube made a lot of noises while the poor rman cried in embarrassnt.
Xiaomao was oblivious to the commotion. He looked up and found the countdown tir.
DING
There was no explanation of the battle or the rules as everything was explained on the website. Xiaomao had read it, and it was the sa as what he had seen in his previous life.
The war rules were similar to RTS gas with a few twists.
Firstly, both guilds started with one headquarters castle. One controlled the west side while the other controlled the east. The guild masters were deployed to their respective headquarters first.
Secondly, to achieve victory, they had to either kill their opponent’s guild leader or capture their opponent’s castle. However, guild leaders could hide in their castles, which were protected by obelisk towers that could instantly one-shot any player during the first five minutes.
Next was the complicated RTS part. Both sides must gather resources to build structures or summon their guild mbers to the battlefield. Resources were generated over ti by default, but players could complete quests or build structures to accelerate it.
In the middle of the battlefield, located between the two castles, a thousand naless NPCs wandered around, and they would offer quests to players that approached them first. So of them could gift buildings or resources to the player’s guild, and a few combat-type NPCs would even join forces with the quest taker’s guild.
In short, it was a resource-managent race.
“Next match, we have MUNYA Guild from World 3 versus Shu Han Guild from World 3!”
The loud voice of the announcer was audible. Xiaomao’s cat ears flapped as he was annoyed.
As if the hosts could read his mind, there was no more strange noise. It appeared that the ga’s moderators and the event hosts disallowed the participating players from hearing their voices.
Xiaomao brought out his flying sword. He hopped on it and scanned through the NPCs on the field.
NPC#0127, Level 17
NPC#0945, Level 45
Xiaomao frowned as he couldn’t find any NPC with level 100 or higher. He brought out a binocular and looked at the opposite side of the battlefield.
Close to the Shu Han’s castle wall, Xiaomao could see their nas and their levels.
NPC#0111, Level 217
NPC#0765, Level 174
‘Motherhumper! What a subtle cheat!’
NPCs with a higher level always gave better quest rewards, but all good NPCs with high levels gathered near Shu Han Guild’s side. If Xiaomao blindly took the quests from the nearest NPCs, he would fall behind in the long run.
‘That’s it. I’m going to shut you down!’
DING
The countdown tir reached zero, and Xiaomao’s flying sword charged forward at the speed of sound. Within seconds, he was 210 ters away from the Shu Han’s castle wall, where the obelisks were shining brightly.
Without hesitation, Xiaomao’s tentacle coiled around the arm of the #0111 NPC and pulled him to the flying sword. Then, he flew back to his castle before Liu Bei could co out to harass him.
When Xiaomao was leaving, he didn’t forget to look around and search for better high-level quest-givers. The corner of his eyes imdiately spotted a young man, who stood out from the rest.
Usually, the War NPCs were humans, and their faces were generic. However, that young man was abnormally handso, and he had wings!
In addition, the na of that angel was weird.
NPC#0000, Level 0
Sothing was terribly wrong here. Xiaomao believed that the NPC was a hidden trap that Pangu had laid for him.
‘Damn cheaters. I won’t take a quest from that stupid angel, EVER! Who knows what kind of tricks they are using.’
Flying back with the speed of sound, Xiaomao returned to the empty area behind his guild’s castle wall. He let NPC#0111 down and looked at him.
“Give a quest, munya!”
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