Chapter 158 157 I mean, I’m stuck with a B as a player

Chapter 158 157.I mean, I’m a player, it’s only reasonable that I’m stuck with a bug, right?
Players and gamers are different.

Just as there are all kinds of people in this world, we all enjoy pleasure in different ways, and even the definition of “pleasure” has a subtle difference.

The most obvious example of this is that most of the small players in the game like to enjoy the wonderful “second life” without any constraints, but there are also some peculiar guys who prefer to live in the strict discipline and unity of the collective.

Take, for example, the on-board Happy Stick, which has finished its day of “platooning” fun.

Since being dragged into the game by Meow, Happy Stick has been immersed in the art of command and the joys of group combat, and it’s rare to see him go out on his own to do something, just as a qualified commander will always stay with his subordinates and soldiers.

This guy and the nine brothers of the Tiger Leopard Cavalry are almost like “Siamese twins”.

They always show up at the right time and go offline at the same time, and they are proud of it.

However, even if they like the security of being in a group, there are always some things that they need to accomplish alone, like the hard targets of the Black Iron Trial, which is a matter of personal power enhancement, and naturally cannot be counted as a matter of course with the participation of others.

But Happy Stick had already read a hint from the “small miracle” created by Vikram, which made him have a perfect plan in his heart.

“Brother Stick, will this work?”

The nine brothers of the Tiger and Leopard Riders were following Happy Stick’s instructions, continuously sprinkling kerosene around a carefully selected dead end sewer.

These burning kerosene were purchased from Tris’s alchemy hut at a high price, and after alchemization, they did not have any unwanted taste, and the addition of incandescent glue made them burn fiercely and quickly, which could basically be regarded as a fantastical version of the “downgraded napalm”.

The captain of the Tiger Leopard Cavalry, “Lin”, a tall Shandong man holding a scarlet war spear, said somewhat worriedly to Happy Stick, who was making preparations:
“Doesn’t the mission say that it must be accomplished by a single person and that there must not be any outside intervention throughout? If we help you set up the venue like this, will it cause the mission to fail? Don’t let your challenge succeed but work for nothing.”

“I had this concern before, but Little Vikramana’s experience has confirmed to me that this is feasible.”

Instead of wearing his own Seiko Veteran set, Happy Stick put a set of white plate armor made of a special material on himself.

This armor was also an alchemy item bought from Madame Tris, it didn’t have any enhancement properties and was very heavy and unsuitable for small players to wear for a long period of time, its only advantage was that it was sturdy enough and it could “ward off fire”, which meant that it came with a 75% reduction in flame damage.

Stick brother tied the hand armor, looking at the eyes has been evenly spread alchemy fire oil, he explained to the tiger and leopard riding brothers who came over:
“Little Reed Name believed that this game was 100% anthropomorphic, so she thought that certain rules from reality could be copied over, and her guess proved to be correct, crippling the elites with precise assassination-style sniping, and then going up to spamming and reaping the rewards.

It was a great approach unfortunately only suitable for long range professions.

Those of us who play melee will have to find another way.

But if the little reed names can be brought into reality, then so can we! You see, this kerosene formation is the trap I set up for this Black Iron Trial! The rules only say that no one else is allowed to help, but they don’t say that no one else is allowed to help set up traps, do they?
If you want to turn the impossible into the possible, you have to catch any loopholes that can be caught and utilize them properly, such as the terrain we picked.

As long as the elite ghoul rushes in, I’ll block the exit to prevent it from escaping.

Next is fire!

I’ve searched for information and specifically asked the veterans in the camp, and they confirmed that flames can suppress the ferocity of the ghouls and make them go into a state of [Battle Shyness], and it’s hard to extinguish the ghouls’ stinking rotten bodies once they’re ignited.

It was equivalent to adding a burning DEBUFF to it.

Of course the most important thing is that the individual strength and blood quantity must be above a certain standard line, otherwise even if the traps are set up there’s no way to withstand the Elite Ghoul’s frantic clawing attacks, and the Undead Fierce Poison it carries, as well as the flame damage that’s constantly in effect around it.”

Happy Stick explained his thought process while grabbing his sword and shield.

He was one of the rare guys in the playgroup who had already switched to two professions, his main profession was of course Gunner, but he wasn’t as proficient in long range combat as Vikrama, having a [Fire Suppression] specialization.

His secondary profession was a Sword and Shield Warrior, a melee defensive profession that could be unlocked by visiting the veterans in the survivor camps, and all of his numerical values and specialties were mediocre and not surprising.

Happy Stick switched to this profession because of its super-inclusiveness.

Theoretically speaking, the more common the profession is, the more branches of advancement it can extend upwards, and the more career paths it can choose from.

The family guard’s combat knife decorated with night bat patterns in his hand was now wrapped in throbbing searing spiritual energy, a weapon that had been enchanted at Madame Tris’s place to inflict more effective kills on ghouls, the evil and sneaky creatures that lived in the humid darkness.

And in order to prepare for the trap before them, Happy Stick had spent almost all of the savings he and his brothers had on hand.

But he felt it was worth it.

“We’ve been trying to raid the underground strongholds of the gangs around here, and we’ve already killed a bunch of ordinary ghouls, so it’s just as well to take this opportunity to take out those elite leaders that have been blocking the way!”

Happy Stick waved his sword and said to his brothers:

“If everything goes well, we’ll be able to push deeper into the sewers tomorrow, just digging down along the line of the city’s gangster strongholds, although there’s no official quests or copy hints, I’m sure!
As long as we find those guys’ underground warehouse, we’ll have made our first bucket of gold!

When the time comes to find a few rich brothers out of supplies, the reality can also give the guys subsidies to subsidize the family. The depth of this game is literally unbelievable, and it takes a lot of time and effort to play it well.

Speaking of which, I’ve recently been considering whether or not to formally hire you a few, let’s learn from meow brother they get a studio!
I mean, treat this like a serious business!”

The moment these words came out, the Prohe Soldiers in the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry answered with their mouths full.

Both of them belonged to the “thin family capital” and did not have a family, and it was not a big problem to take off work to play games for a period of time, but the other brothers were a little hesitant.

Alas, when people reach the age of maturity, most of them are dragging their families along with them, and a large family is waiting for food, so it is unacceptable for them to give up their responsibilities as men, sons, husbands, and fathers in the name of the game.

“I’m just saying, I won’t jump into this pit with everyone until I figure out the way, don’t worry.”

Brother Stick laughed and put his sword and shield behind his back grabbing his elite musket again, gesturing to the brothers beside him and saying:
“You guys stay away and don’t come up and add to the chaos unless I get killed! If this arrangement of mine comes to fruition, everyone will be done in two days!”

“Good, then I wish Brother Stick a prosperous victory!”

The Tiger and Leopard Riding brothers answered in unison, scattering elsewhere as instructed not to interfere with Brother Stick’s challenge, while Happy Stick himself breezed around the labyrinthine sewers, treading water towards a dark alleyway ahead that led further down.

They had been brushing up on the monsters here, and knew exactly what dangers were in the neighborhood.

The sewage to the east hid a Star Realm Crocodile, also elite level, occasionally going out to forage for food, because it was a Star Realm creature it would also conceal and release large-scale mental shocks, vicious and not to be messed with.

To the west, there was an underground space that was supposed to be used as a resting place by the gangsters of Cadman City, but it had already been taken over by a large group of grievous spirits.

For this kind of entity-less spirits, it was troublesome for small players to deal with now, so Stick would also bypass that area, as for the one that existed in front of it was an elite level ghoul leader, which should be the boss of this underground gangster.

It is said that he was a veteran before turning into a ghoul, and some of the veterans in the camp still know him, and have specifically sent out a mission to entrust Stick to be able to give him rest in peace.

Happy Stick calculated the distance, after hearing the low whimpering sound coming from the dark alley in front of him, he immediately stopped and touched out his musket to aim forward, it is difficult to hit the enemy in this dim environment if you are not a sniper specialist.

But all he had to do now was to bait the enemy.

“This shot is fired out is you die, there’s no turning back.”

Stick took a deep breath.

Raised his gun, aimed, and fired.

“Bang.”

The low gunshot echoed in the dark alley of the sewer, immediately alerting the ghoul leader in front.

The latter leapt out with all four limbs on the ground, and the stench that suffocated people and could even be called an “epidemic” immediately erupted. This guy is tall, but the whole skeleton has been twisted and corrupted by the death spirit energy, making its upper body extremely huge, with tattered clothes hanging on its body, its skin festering and oozing out disgusting pus and blood, and its huge and hideous claws have become black and bright red, gripping the ground like the claws of an animal to make a clattering and scratching sound.

Although the muscles have been decayed, but in the role of the death spirit energy so that this monster can be far beyond the normal speed of running and pouncing, there is also an unshakeable brute force.

The most terrifying thing was its head.

There were already no human features at all, even the skin was ruptured and dried up revealing withered muscle tissue, the teeth were alienated, and the mouth was torn.

The eyes emitted pale phosphorescent flames in the darkness, and although it had lost its eyesight, its senses were very sharp.

This is the ghoul!

It is a transcendent dark creature that is always at the “gatekeeper” of the Dark Evil List, and is most likely to appear in places where there have been wars and massacres, and where the corpses have not been properly disposed of.

Although these guys are not as stylish as vampires, they also have their own advantage that they can easily “mutate”.

For example, in front of us, this guy is chasing the Happy Stick in the dark sewers, in addition to the huge death claws, it also drags a black cold soldier sword in its other hand.

That was its weapon in life.

It still hadn’t given it up even after its death, which proved that this savage ghoul leader had not only been strengthened, but also hadn’t lost its fighting skills and instincts.

This made it far more dangerous than an ordinary ghoul.

“Come here! Stupid!”

Stick ran nimbly through the sewers on his feet, turning around and firing another shot towards the ghoul leader that was lunging behind him.

The shot hit him squarely in the chest.

However, the impact that could rip open an ordinary person’s chest hit the creature only caused its lunge to fail, and it continued forward a second later.

This was clearly not a fellow that mortals could fight against at all.

Unless, of course, mortals could utilize their intelligence that set them apart from beasts and ignite absolute courage in their hearts.

“Bang.”

The savage ghoul leader crashed through the stone steps like a heavy artillery and dashed after Happy Stick into the sewer bifurcation that had no exit.

In its perception, the little rat had no way out, and Stick had finished baiting his enemy, dropping the gun in his hand, which was no longer useful, and grabbing a battered gas lamp from his feet, he twisted the switch to let the fire rise in the flimsy lampshade.

He gasped.

Deadpan stared at the ghoul leader approaching him.

“Closer! Closer!”

With wide eyes, he swapped positions in a roll on the ground the moment the latter rose up and dove five paces away, then smashed the gas lamp in his hand on the ground without hesitation.

“Boom.”

The alchemical kerosene carefully formulated by Tris’s mother was ignited the moment it came into contact with the open flame, and in an instant the entire passageway was lit up with a blaze of fire, and the ferocious flames licked and burned along with the oil that had been splashed everywhere by the other brothers, turning the place into a sea of flames in the blink of an eye.

That ghoul leader elite was surrounded by flames when it fell into extreme anger and panic, from the death shaping monster abnormal aversion to light, and the flames can dispel the death spirit energy in its body, so that it once again return to the death.

This was clearly unacceptable to it.

In the blazing flames, the Happy Stick in its fireproof battle armor endured the burning that came to its face, reached out and pulled down its face helmet, and took off the sword and shield behind its back to assume a defensive stance.

He stood in the midst of the flames and held the exit of this headless road, making the elite ghouls that were wailing and screaming from the flames also realize a cruel reality.

Until it knocked down the Happy Stick, it couldn’t think of escaping this hell woven by the flames!
It stepped into the fighting cage prepared for it by the weak beings, and after experiencing death, it once again walked into the desperate situation where it would have to die again if it didn’t fight.

“Ha!”

Stick shouted in a furious voice as he looked at the huge ghoul leader curled up in front of him in the fire:
“You’re scared, I sense a fucking win for me, you bastard!”

Farther away, the Tiger Leopard Riders hiding in the shadows shouted, Happy Stick’s “Terrain Kill” has obviously proved to be an effective tactic.

This meant that they could also use the same method to complete the elite challenge of the Black Iron Trial!
What?
You’re saying that there’s a safer way to pass the Black Iron Trial by attacking ordinary Black Iron creatures to slowly unlock their potential?

What nonsense is that!

There’s obviously a more powerful and awesome way, why would I choose that weak method that has no highlights?
And look at the Happy Stick fighting ghouls in the flames in front of you.
That’s fucking awesome!
That’s the way players and sluggers with a quest would choose, right? —
“Huh?”

Murphy, who has returned to the Blood Wyvern Corridor, has just finished talking to Tris about the mysterious Midnight Spirit, who agrees that it’s a threat, but must be cautious when it comes to subspace, and says that she’ll look into it and tell Murphy to stay out of it.

She said she would look into it and asked Murphy to stay out of it. She was obviously afraid that Murphy would be drawn into something more dangerous.

Vampire Lord felt the concern from Tris, he walked out of the Archduke’s office with a different mood when he looked down with a feeling, and glanced at the hints delivered by the core pearl.

“Is the second one to pass the trial actually that cunning fellow Happy Stick?”

Murphy tsked:

“I thought his commander-type would have chosen a more prudent way, it seems that Little Vikrama’s victory caused the men quite heavy psychological pressure. Gee whiz, it’s pretty scary when men’s pathetic egos explode.

But since he did go through the Elite Challenge, there should still be a reward, so let me think about how to arrange a reasonable transfer for him!
That said, this guy is preparing to become a vampire, right?

Well, the Heavy Shield Defender from the Grave Sword Guards would suit him just fine.”

Thinking so, Count Lord Cadman pushed open the door to his office, and His Excellency Vesta, the frail vampire who was seated in one of the chairs, immediately stood up, his face filled with worry for his master.

“I say you listen!”

Murphy waved his hand, not giving the Clan Thorn loyalist a chance to speak at all.

He said:

“Your master is a dignified count, and I am also a count-lord, so I will give him the treatment he deserves. But you must now set out immediately to send news of Count Andre’s capture back to your clan.

Then find someone to rescue him. I ask only one thing of you.
The higher the status of the person who comes, the better!

I give you only three days!

O Loyalist, I’m sure you don’t want to see your honored master fall into an undignified position because of your slowness to act, do you?

So, I won’t keep you for a midnight snack, it’s time for you to depart.”

(End of chapter)