The dwarves of Molten Furnace Castle had never experienced such a thing before; even the Dead Pool cultivated by nations or major powers would only look for a chance to quietly et their end, and not disgust them to the bitter end like these monkeys that suddenly popped up.
"If I did sothing wrong, kill , don't let these fucking (swear word) co in front of to disgust !"
The players' sudden attacks cast a shadow over the camp.
"Quit while ahead, run after gaining the advantage," that was the mission Kael gave to the group of players harassing the camp, the Infiltrators and Wanderers.
Only the players who succeeded in harassing and survived would get the biggest rewards from Kael.
Moreover, this reward was evaluated based on the number of tis each attack on the camp occurred and the number of Alliance mbers killed.
To so extent, it was like a poison-running ga; after all, as ti went on, the camps of the various nations would beco more and more dangerous, but similarly, the rewards for subsequent camp attacks would be jacked up higher and higher.
In such circumstances, the dwarves' camp had an uneasy night.
But, it still wasn't enough!
The loss of so few soldiers, to the Alliance of multiple nations, was still far from enough; the damage could be said to be a re drop in the bucket, it could even be considered to have already been accounted for in the "war attrition"...
The premise is that they hadn't been publicly disgusted by that group of players.
...
anwhile, in the underground tunnels of Wandong City, a group of Infiltrators cautiously gathered together, hiding near the vents of underground pipes.
One of the male players humd an obscure tune, eyeing the dark depths of the underground tunnel with vigilance, his dagger spinning between his fingers as if dancing.
"Calamity, what song are you singing?" another Infiltrator quietly poked his head out, curious, "I'm asking because I don't know, what's it called? It sounds pretty good."
The player "God of Calamity" humd, "That's music from before the Human Federation, and hey, kid, show so respect to this old player; I'm taking you down an instance, so cut the grinning."
"So, what's the song called, are there lyrics?" the player once again peeked out from the shadows, asking with curiosity.
"God of Calamity" didn't answer his question, but instead began humming that song from the beginning.
"Stealth, tread lightly and carefully."
"Leave no wandering traces."
"Like a wisp of ghost, breathing hiding, yet observing..."
"Hunter and prey are one!"
"Aliens are enemies!"
"Destruction as a tribute, the ultimate affirmation~"
"Ah~ look at that, foolish child igniting a fire."
"Ah~ look at that, foolish child waving and saying~"
"I am here~ I call out sincerely~"
"I am here~ In this empty universe, who opens their eyes to see !"
"I am here~"
"I am here~"
God of Calamity softly humd the distant ballad, as if in that mont, he transported them back to the absurd years of the great global depression that existed only in history textbooks, before the Human Federation was established.
Although the rookie Infiltrator didn't manage to get the na of the song, he was satisfied to jot down the lyrics that "God of Calamity" was humming.
"Okay, chat later. I'll continue watching the passage with the others," he said.
The rookie Infiltrator was about to blend back into the shadows when he suddenly heard "God of Calamity" stop singing, and said in a deep voice:
"Little Blackie, don't forget, the reason our team is still running this instance is because you really can't stand it, getting mixed up with those guys from the Mira Protection Association over and over again, hoping that child can truly be redeed."
"God of Calamity" looked numb, under the flickering light outside the tunnel, his eyes in the shadow were a bit hard to see:
"This ga is just too realistic, so realistic that, even if you turn on every cheat, foresee the future cheat, and already know the direction of the instance's future, you will find every ti...
"There are always unforeseen new changes, you use the sa thod to clear the instance, and maybe just a very small mistake can lead to an irreversible error.
"Just because you used the sa thod last ti to stop the Black Hand of Shadow Country inside the underground passage, doesn't an you can do it flawlessly this ti around.
"This ga is not just a ga. If you're trying to make up for regrets, then take it a bit more seriously. Otherwise, the ga will personally teach you a lesson.
"That's the only advice this beta player has for you."
The Infiltrator player nodded as if he understood, then disappeared into the shadows, continuing with his mission.
...
[Wandong City· Underground Tunnel]
Several Infiltrators from Shadow Country gathered together, their faces bearing crazed smiles, one who had already lost an arm said coldly:
"We're surrounded. Infiltrators really aren't suitable for frontal combat, especially in such cramped spaces. It hasn't been long, and I feel that many of our comrades have already died."
The leading Infiltrator stretched lazily, his face wearing a relaxed and wanton smile, his voice sounded a bit strange:
"Strange, isn't it? The routes of our operation should have been known only to us. Why are there so many enemies on every escape route we've planned?"
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