My Players Are So Fierce

920: 313.

So this is another man-made disaster?

920: 313.

So this is another man-made disaster?

As Hog finished handing out the quest rewards to the administrative players, the unique Earth Wolf mount of the Jackals finally landed in the hands of the players.

The veteran players had all learned professional riding techniques from the Witch Hunters at the Adventurer’s Guild, so mounting the Earth Wolves was not difficult, although these creatures were quite different from warhorses, which made the players who were used to riding horses feel very intrigued.

That super low point-of-view “driving sensation” was like suddenly switching from driving a regular vehicle to a sports car; it was all about the thrill and cool factor.

“You’ve got to admit, riding this thing feels better than a warhorse—it’s got especially swift sprinting speed, and it’s a lot more agile in the woodland terrain than warhorses are, though its Endurance is a bit weaker.”

Having ridden the Earth Wolf around the woods for a bit, Traveler Little Zhou was quite pleased with his new mount, proudly pulling on the reins as he walked back and forth amid the ruins, sharing his riding experience with others.

Unfortunately, a bunch of new players watching on the sidelines weren’t impressed.

“This mount is ugly!

With legs like mine, I can’t even stretch out when I sit on it—heck, I wouldn’t want it even if it was free.”

Bull Bull’s good brother, the last member of the four-person dorm and also a tall sports student who had just started the game, Catch Shrimp, fiercely sneered.

Gobao, who got along well with Catch Shrimp, heard his sour grapes and immediately grinned, saying:

“Yeah, it is ugly, not nearly as handsome as our Demon-Hunting Chargers.

What normal person would ride this thing out?

But the problem is, we have one and you don’t; just that difference is enough for me to ride it around in front of you every day.”

“Exactly, go suck your lemons!

And free?

You new players haven’t seen the Bloodclaw Clan’s reputation rewards?

Under normal circumstances, to buy an Earth Wolf, you’d have to complete seventy bounties.

Even if each bounty was just a skeleton head, that means you’d have to hunt down seventy Skeleton Soldiers for the Jackals before you could get one.

We veteran players are practically getting it for nothing; how can that be the same?”

Half-Hanging Insurance hummed with pride, shoving the reins he held into the hands of his silly son, Vomit Mud Sauce, as if it were a birthday gift from Big Daddy for the year.

Dump Truck searched his pockets for gear to cobble together for his big nephew, while muttering:

“You might think this mount is ugly, but it’s rare!

Only those players who triggered Hog’s hidden quest that night have it.

Although the Demon-Hunting Chargers are magnificent, anyone who reaches a revered status at the Adventurer’s Guild can get one, what’s so special about something so common?

It’s these rare and distinctive mounts that one should have!

It might be ugly, but being distinctively ugly is quite an achievement in itself…

Hey, kid, be careful, you need to learn riding skills specifically, mind you don’t fall off.”

Brother Shovel saw his old buddy’s silly son pulling on the reins and rushing to climb on an Earth Wolf and hurriedly stopped him.

Riding this thing was not like driving a car; without professional training, galloping—or rather, wild running on a wolf—could easily lead to trouble.

“Roar, I’ll go learn in a bit; first I need to go sign a mercenary contract at the Jackal sentry tower.”

Vomit Mud Sauce said to his Big Daddy:

“So, this is the Novice Zone for our batch of players, right?”

“More or less.”

Half-Hanging Insurance hesitated as he glanced in the direction of the Woodland and said:

“Right now, we just can’t handle the strength of those Skeleton Soldiers.

No, I can’t just let you, this silly kid, go out like that.

I’ll take you to get the lay of the land first.”

“I’m coming too.”

Bull Bull hoisted his warlord’s bone shield and said to Half-Hanging Insurance:

“I’d also like to go see the places where we fought before.

Those fallen veterans are all linked to us; if possible, I’d like to personally ensure they rest in peace, and at the same time, scout out how exactly this Skeleton Army came to be.

I feel like there’s something off about this.

Even for the Undead, they shouldn’t have been able to proliferate to this extent in such a short time.”

The four athletes soon set off towards the depths of the Woodland while Little Brother Fu, Touching Your Poverty, also got his own scruffy Earth Wolf, but his proud Scorpion Leon Stinky Treasure wouldn’t allow this “inferior beast” anywhere near it.

There was no need for howling; a mere glare had the Earth Wolf whimpering in fear.

Even if Touching Your Poverty pulled and dragged with all his might, he couldn’t get the trembling, crouching Earth Wolf back on its feet.

This troubled Little Brother Fu who scratched his head on the spot, unsure how to deal with his quest reward.

He couldn’t just release the Earth Wolf, could he?

His quandary was soon noticed by a new player with the ID “A Pink Pear,” who approached Little Brother Fu and asked:

“Bro, you’ve already got that cool Scorpion Lion, and you can’t ride two mounts at once, right?

So, are you selling this new mount?”

“Ah?”

Little Brother Fu turned to look at the new player rubbing hands together and said:

“You want to take it over?

Sure, here you go.”

With that said, he tossed the reins to A Pink Pear, startling them with his decisiveness.

Holding the reins in hand, A Pink Pear exclaimed:

“No way!

Just like that?

I was planning to buy my first mount from you ‘on installment.’ Bro, I’m a new player; my pockets are empty.”

“What money?

Don’t insult me with money.”

Little Brother Fu, apparently indifferent, waived his hand as he went to comfort his beloved Scorpion Lion, saying:

“Our chance meeting was fate; in the future, we should all help each other out, but your ID is so strange.

Why would you name yourself Pink Pear?

Sounds so sissy.”