"Breaking news, breaking news! Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained is facing off against God Race NPCs! Who will have the last laugh? Let’s wait and see!"
"Luckily, it doesn’t clash with the hunting event, otherwise, it would be a tough decision!"
"I think that NPC is in trouble. Back then, not even hundreds of thousands of troops could conquer that territory, and now a re hundred thousand ragtag soldiers can’t stop Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained!"
"Darn it, if only I could trigger a system penalty, even if I fail, at least it’d be gloriously notorious!"
"Diagnosed: the guy above isn’t too well."
"I’m the black man, here to carry the coffin, line up, one at a ti, one coffin per trip!"
"Black brother, when did you switch from toothpaste business to the dead-man trade?"
"No choice, the industry is bleak, live trades aren’t profitable, and at least the dead don’t haggle."
"..."
On the world chat, players’ discussions were overwhelming, even if they weren’t chosen by the God Race NPCs, it didn’t dampen their enthusiasm. They all headed to the Dark Swamp, and even without any benefit, they could at least enjoy the spectacle and maybe gain sothing!
For a while, the player teams surged toward the Dark Swamp like a torrent, and those newbie monsters bore the brunt, getting instantly slain as soon as they spawned, with no ti to react. It didn’t take long before they surrounded the swamp in tiers, buzzing with activity.
At this mont, Su Ran was engrossed in the joy of grave-digging. This grave was about to be completely dug up, with over half the coffin already exposed. However, he wasn’t too excited since the coffin was just a common Rotten Wooden Coffin, likely containing nothing valuable.
Banana was even more aggressive than Su Ran, working on two graves simultaneously, digging left and right, with no competition to challenge him.
Just as Su Ran was enjoying his digging, a friend notification sounded.
"Dude, the world is in chaos, almost all players have gone to your territory, be careful!"
It was Big Blood Bull who sent the ssage, he said urgently, "Young Master Fa has organized tens of thousands of troops, they’ll reach you soon, hang in there!"
"Thank Young Master Fa for , but unless it’s the last resort, don’t intervene. After all, this is an NPC-organized territorial battle, opposing the system could result in severe penalties."
Su Ran’s concern wasn’t unfounded. This was a joint mission between the two races, if Wan’er intervened now, the Human Emperor would lose face and would definitely punish Wan’er and the Singing Song guild later. There’s no choice, as the Human Emperor holds the power over the Human Race.
"I understand, Young Master Fa is also preparing for the worst. Of course, if you can hold them off, that would be the best outco."
Just then, Su Ran received several more ssages of concern, from Nan Qiang, Bei Diao, Wu Liuyi, Young Master Fa, Black Crow, all these familiar faces flashed in Su Ran’s mind. It’s true that you see who your real friends are when in trouble.
After chatting with them for a while, Su Ran gathered a lot of information. From the description of the God Race NPC’s appearance, it seed to be none other than the death row inmate Uncle Yu. What puzzled him was why this guy suddenly beca a Divine Domain envoy. Making a death row prisoner an envoy is utterly ridiculous!
After politely declining their offers of help, Su Ran closed the friend chat window and pondered on how to complete the task with Uncle Yu during the battle, which was indeed a dilemma.
This task item, the Repair Liquid, could repair Uncle Yu’s wings, thereby enhancing his strength. However, since they’re in hostile status, it would be more disadvantageous than beneficial for Su Ran. This task needed careful consideration.
No choice, even if the reward for this task is an exceptional skill, it has to be postponed.
After weighing his options, Su Ran decided to temporarily abandon the task and focus on the bigger picture, waiting for a better opportunity later.
"Brother Overturning Water, why are you standing there dumbstruck? If you don’t keep digging, the coffin will refresh soon!"
Banana had already finished digging two graves and seeing Su Ran still standing there motionless as if frozen, wondered what he was thinking. The coffin beneath had already been half dug out, just a few more blows, and it would be fully exposed, yet Su Ran wasn’t digging. This made Banana anxious, wishing he could go ahead and dig it up first.
"Huh? Oh!"
Only then did Su Ran snap out of it and continue digging up the coffin at his feet. Just as Banana had thought, two more strikes, and the coffin was entirely dug out.
He opened the coffin, and a century-old zombie, a level 20 mini-boss, sprang out, which Su Ran promptly eliminated with a few quick strikes, resulting in a drop of over a dozen pieces of level 20 gear, quite an explosion.
However, these items no longer interested Su Ran, and he didn’t even bother to pick them up, letting them pile on the ground.
"Wow, Brother Overturning Water, your luck’s insane, even a random little zombie can drop so much gear. Even though they’re junk, it’s at least a good on—maybe next ti you’ll dig up a real treasure... huh?"
Banana noticed sothing odd about Su Ran at this mont and curiously asked, "Brother, do you have sothing on your mind?"
"The territorial battle is about to start."
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