Chapter 279 278 For the “Black Hand Clan”, 1 means
Chapter 279: 278. 1% means 100% to Clan Black Hand.
Murphy urged his cute little players to hurry up and finish distributing the loot, from the time they attacked the jackal camp to the time Ken Porter was killed almost an hour had passed, and there was no report on the situation at the Scarlet Fortress, so he urgently needed to go back to the center of the territory.
But Happy Stick instantly stepped forward when he heard this, he said in a sincere tone:
“Lord Murphy, our victory was achieved under your wise leadership, so I hope that you can preside over the distribution of the spoils of war this time”
These words made Murphy raise his eyebrows.
He immediately realized what Stick had in mind.
Now the game “development team” did not specifically design a drop distribution model for the copy system, playing other copies only had tokens and everyone had them, so naturally there was no conflict, but this kind of raiding-type time-limited crusade did not apply to this set of rules.
Especially Ken Porter this humanoid monster also really dropped a bunch of usable things in the case, theoretically all the players involved in the fight have the right to pick up, but how to distribute is a big problem.
This is to share the spoils.
If you don’t distribute it well, you’re going to cause trouble.
Therefore, Stick this cunning guy obviously does not want to offend people, intends to let him this noble NPC back a pot, anyway, this 100% real game NPC intelligence is no less than a living person, let Lord Murphy to preside over the distribution can also let the players dissatisfaction was minimized.
Murphy grunted in his heart.
I’ll distribute if you let me?
I’ll take the blame if you let me take the blame?
Why are you so smart? I’m a mainline NPC understand? Is to always maintain their own perfect persona can not let the players upset, lest the future of some kind of situation by you these small players to play the black gun can not be paddled.
However, looking at the small players’ eyes burning with anticipation, Murphy is really embarrassed to resign from this job.
He turned a circle of thoughts in his mind and then came up with a good idea, so Lord Murphy held the core treasure pearl in his hand and said aloud:
“We don’t have so much time to dedicate to discussing a reasonable distribution principle right now, our territory is still suffering from the Jackal vanguard! We must rush back immediately. But I can understand that the sacrifices you have made must be rewarded generously enough, so I will give you the right to clean up this battlefield, my warriors.
After the battle for the Scarlet Fortress is over, you may return here to search Kenport’s barracks for whatever you can acquire.
I assure you that the spoils of your search, no matter how precious or rare, will be yours to keep!
As for the relics of Kenport and the gifts in the chest.
Let’s see who the goddess of fortune favors more in these moments!”
“Ding.”
As soon as Murphy’s words fell, a prompt popped up in unison on the players’ character interfaces:
[Classic Loot Distribution Mode activated! Please begin the first round of dice rolls now! Dice rolls for the war dead will be made automatically by the arithmetic pearl, and the one with the largest number of points will receive the item.”]
“Crap! It’s actually really ROLL points? Lord Murphy is so good at this!”
Black Silk exclaimed, while Stick would be repenting in his gut.
He originally thought that Lord Murphy would probably divide the spoils according to “contribution” or something, in which case he, the commander, would definitely get a share, but he didn’t expect that this mainline NPC didn’t follow the rules at all, and actually chose the most random of all distribution modes.
However, while Rod is in a bad mood, the other players are excited.
They actually had their own little plans.
This time to participate in the war to 140 people, if in accordance with other distribution mode, they these “hardworking people” certainly can not share the best, rather than so it is better to rely on the luck of the draw.
Well, worthy of being Lord Murphy, fair enough!
He’s much better than that man-child, Mr. Stick.
“I R!”
Che Che’s posture was exaggerated as he waved his fist in place, the 100-sided psychic energy dice on his character screen spun rapidly eventually stopping at 97, causing him to squeal with excitement:
“Che Che really is the Chosen One! Hahaha, 97 points! I think you can all step aside”
“Crap, 100!”
Before the words were finished, a gasp of surprise came from the crowd.
The compassionate giant shark uncle looked dazedly at the 100 that Frost Tooth’s Claw dice out next to him, and then looked at his own 2 points, and couldn’t help but be saddened.
How can we play when this fucking kills the game outright?
“Wait a minute! Sister Pomegranate is also 100!”
Lumina shouted.
The others’ rolls ended without a third 100, so at Lord Murphy’s signal, Tooth and Garnet Sister looked at each other and rolled again.
This time Garnet Sister 66, and Tooth 47.
“It’s yours.”
Murphy smiled at his favored Sister Garnet and reached out to pat the chest to his left.
It was Kudel’s treasure chest.
Sister Garnet stepped forward and lifted open the psychic box and gently fished inside, and then drew out Lord Kudel’s iconic scarlet sword “Midnight Ranger” amidst the gasps of the others.
“I can’t use this, and I don’t think anyone in the team can use it either.”
Sister Pomegranate’s heart rejoiced, then she let out a lament as she spat:
“Requires strength ≥13, scatter it, I guess not many people can use it at this stage.”
The Hedong Lion Roar in the crowd didn’t move and bumped Cat’s shoulder, Cat nodded then shook his head, he did favor that sword, but this kind of transaction was better done privately.
“Keep going on!”
The lead Big Dove roared.
Things like R-points always got more exciting the further back they went, and the temptation to do so was in everyone’s character, but the second roll was far less exciting than the first.
A group of dice rolls only had the good fortune of Professor Chen rolling a 100, directly ending the game.
The smiling old Chen Tou opened Lord Murphy’s treasure chest in the wide-eyed gaze of a group of young people, and took out from it the Cold Tooth Blade, which was luxurious with a sense of power.
Before Old Chen Tou could carefully appreciate this piece of killing art from Nordoff, his private chat exploded.
At least twenty-five people were trying to reach a private PY with Professor Chen.
Everyone knew that Old Chen Tou was an administrative player who didn’t participate in combat, so wouldn’t such a good weapon falling into his hands be .
“Hmph.”
Old Chen Tou skimmed his mouth.
He didn’t even look at the private chat instead he waved his hand at the crowd and then wore this elegant Noble Sword on his waist in front of them.
This was considered a sign of attitude.
The very genteel old intellectual clearly disdained the idea of having to make private transactions in the game.
Besides, what man would refuse such a handsome fantasy weapon? Do you understand the saying that men are all middle-aged boys until they die?
“This Roll point is not good either.”
Badger complained in a low voice:
“I think it’s better to use DKP or everyone to auction it off.”
“Of course you think it’s bad if you don’t get anything.”
Good Pigeon was very open-minded, he patted Badger’s shoulder and said:
“So, I guess we’ll have to work on this distribution system privately, the development team obviously isn’t going to intervene, you can’t always talk about luck in this kind of thing.”
The subsequent rounds of dice rolling were fast paced, and Murphy didn’t waste much time in completing the loot distribution.
Ken Porter’s three-headed psychic flail “Bite Eater” was taken by Bull, and the bone shield “Heart of the Clan” was pocketed by Traveling Scholar Cho but quickly traded to Bull.
The students were still very united and very righteous, this was the only shield T among them, Bull, who was given a set of awesome defender’s suit, which made Bull sigh with emotion that he was still a good brother and promised to treat Xiao Zhou to a big meal for the next five days, and to take him and some of his buddies on a few trips to brush the Blood Wyvern’s Corridor.
The only thing is that this flail is an exotic weapon, so he has to find someone to learn it.
Luckily, Bull has a “Cyber Wife” in the form of Ambrose, which allows him to find a weapon master amongst the witch hunters who specializes in this weapon to learn it.
Ken Porter’s voodoo fist blade, “Seat Wolf’s Tooth”, was obtained by Lin Bei’s dog planes, and then he smoothly gave it to Pomegranate, and then he traded Kudel’s scarlet greatsword, “Ranger”, back to Cat.
The Jackal Warlord’s Helmet and Armor were not distributed, as they belonged to the high-level forging materials, so they were directly distributed to the two Forge Master players for parsing or simply melted down and recast.
Lastly, there was the Hunting Priest’s Long Range Protection Totem and a few trinkets, this time, Brother Meow and Brother Stick finally got lucky, and one of them was not a wasted trip.
“Warriors, use your return scrolls!”
Murphy shouted: “I know this is risky business, but Scarlet Fortress needs us now!”
With Lord Murphy’s order, the loyal little players naturally couldn’t be worse for wear, and swish-swish-swish tore open the return scrolls they had been issued before the trip.
There were also small sounds of discussion coming from the crowd.
“Do you think this thing’s 1% chance of getting lost is reliable? How do I feel it’s a bit unsafe, why don’t we ride back?”
“Are you crazy? It’ll take two days to ride to Scarlet Fortress from here, when you get there you’ll have time to collect the corpses of our NPCs, and if you’re a bit slower, it’s not a bad idea to burn your head and eat a banquet.”
“This is just a hearthstone, what’s there to be afraid of, I don’t believe it, this thing can really send me to another world? Let me tell you, this is all a setup, understand? It’s the work of the development team to deepen the realism of the game, even if you are really sent away, at most, you can only watch a passing animation!
Trust me!
It’s not a big deal.”
So they said, and one by one they dissipated in place in the scarlet stream of the return scroll.
Murphy, however, was cunning enough not to leave, and after the vampire had watched the last of the administrative players leave with their guards, he surveyed the camp around him that was still shrouded in the shadow of the Astral Plane; there was still a vague hubbub of activity coming from afar, but the place had quieted down, and the only thing that remained in front of it was the headless body of Kenport still in place.
The jackal warlord had died a miserable death, and had been scavenged clean by the small players, leaving only rags wrapped around his mutilated body to fall in a pool of blood.
Murphy bristled and gripped the core jewel to open Hogg’s special communication band.
He said to the other side:
“The psychic energy in the Star Realm’s contaminated area will diminish to a harmless level in a few hours, so bring your subordinates to scour Kenport’s camp and take everything you can use.
But remember to leave some usable equipment behind!
You can keep a third of tonight’s haul, and I’ll send Dorothy and her gang of Blood Rats to the Smuggler’s Woods to receive the rest, you’ve done very well tonight, Hoggle Bite Bone.
I’m looking forward to the new stories you and your clan will spin in the Transylvanian lands.
You are free, Hogg.
Enjoy your new life, but of course, I’ll give you one last piece of advice. Don’t let me down when it comes to the Black Plague.”
A grateful whimper came from Hogg on the other side, but Murphy knew that the wily jackal was cringing in his heart, but a partnership had been built between the two sides after this night.
It was the player who supported the Bloodclaw Clan and Hogg, and if it did something wrong, the player would ruthlessly destroy it.
“Swish.”
Murphy put down the Core Treasure Pearl, took out the Return Scroll and hesitated for a moment before biting his teeth and activating it.
Scarlet light wrapped around Murphy again after a few seconds sent him back to the entrance of the midnight chamber of the Blood Wyvern Corridor, he subconsciously touched his body there were no missing arms or legs.
This made the Lord Lord let out a long breath.
But a mournful scream was echoing through the crowd that had gathered in a pile in front of him:
“No! Cart! What’s the matter with you? Che-Che, say something?”
The lead Dove flopped to the ground and wailed.
The only thing on the ground in front of him was a pile of equipment and weapons that had been sent back as well as a few psychic energy packs, as for where Che Che himself had gone
The answer to this question was already self-evident.
“Snap.”
A few seconds later, as Murphy watched with twitching eyes, the last bit of the return scroll’s effect kicked in sending an arithmetic pearl back out of the astral realm to the archive in its bound location.
Badger swooped down and opened the ops bead, and the ghostly screams of Che Che before he hung up came from inside:
“Crap I’ve been sent to a weird place, and my clothes and weapons are gone, where the hell are you guys? Don’t play ah!
You guys out ah, I’m so scared ah!
Why is there a snake swimming in front of me?
Why is this snake’s head bigger than the Scarlet Fort building?
Crap it saw me.
I’m going to die!
Ahhhhhh it opened its mouth, fuck I’m going to die!”
After 5 seconds, this precious pearl that recorded Che Che’s desperate cries before dying shut down, representing that its owner had already died in some hellish place in the astral realm but Che Che’s panicked voice begging for help still echoed like an aftertaste.
The others, wide-eyed, maintained a strange silence in his honor.
“Ah? 1% of the luck of the draw hit him? This is indeed a ‘son of God’s wrath’ in a sense.”
Badger was aghast.
To be honest, he had thought that the so-called 1% risk of getting lost in this return scroll was just a description made by the development team in order to enhance the sense of realism, but they had truly never thought that this thing was actually real!
To say that 1% was really 1%, it really wasn’t an exaggeration at all.
The development group ah, you fucking naughty again whole live ow.
But even if it is a 1% probability, this first large-scale use of the return scroll has a victim, so, car car in the end is good luck, or bad luck?
Murphy rubbed his brow vigorously, and he looked at the pile of clothes on the ground with a bit of hindsight.
Immediately made up his mind to never use the return scroll made by Trish in the future, the small players miss once will be three days of abstinence, if he is rolled into the whole game can be deleted.
Although Che Che’s encounter is sad to see and sad to hear, now is not the time to consider this!
Murphy held the core treasure pearl to activate the communication with several subordinates, he asked:
“Maxim, Adele! Report on the situation! How is the situation in the city?”
“The Serenade Boundary has regained 70% of its protection, and the remaining area is still holding! We have not yet collapsed, my lord.”
Maxim’s neutral reply made Murphy and the other players let out a long breath, but then, Adele brought Murphy a strange news:
“My lord, the area north of Scarlet Fortress has been receiving strange call signals since twenty minutes ago, but because the overload of the Serenade Boundary has triggered a strong psychic energy interference, making it impossible for us to make contact with the other side.
Would you and the warriors please go and take a look?
I suspect it may be our ‘friends’ from the north coming through!”
“North? Friends?”
The small players surrounding Murphy were suddenly wide-eyed, they hadn’t heard of any other forces north of Count Cadman’s territory ah.
Could it be that another new NPC was about to be brushed out?
“Shhh.”
Murphy made a silent gesture to silence the whispering players, then he used his precious pearl to inquire about the communication request just now.
At a glance, there were more than thirty “missed communications” and they all came from the same communication band.
Murphy’s handsome face immediately revealed a smile, he sent a communication request to the opposite side, a few seconds later, the communication was connected, in the eyes of the players, he said:
“I thought you guys were too scared by the 20,000 Jackals to come.”
“The Knights of Sicor never ask how many enemies there are, we have run into battle then there is nothing to stop us.”
Knight Valander’s low voice rang out from the jewel as he said:
“The Countess said she detected a disturbance in the astral realm, it seems you have just done something dangerous, let’s hope you haven’t killed all of your enemies or there won’t be much fun to be had.
See you on the battlefield in a bit, Your Excellency.”
The rude knight hung up the communication, leaving the small group of players around Murphy curious.
Who was this man?
Speaking in such a dickish tone?
Daring to be so rude to Murphy-sama, who the hell are you guys?
Seemingly sensing the players’ doubts, Murphy took the initiative to explain:
“Those are friends from the north! They came to support us, you’ll meet them soon, Transia no, the best heavy cavalry in the entire continent.
Come with me, warriors!
Let us raise another kill on the battlefield under midnight as a welcome rekindling of the ancient sacred alliance of this great land this night.
Let us offer a gift to our friends in the form of an unquestioned victory.”
(End of chapter)