Chapter 166: The Confrontation of Wind
[Why am I so successful? Because I see Coral City at 4am every day! ]
Sijidao blew the hot steam of coffee and watched the popularity of the post rise little by little.
His forum account has been followed by the administrator, and every time he posts, he can get extra traffic, so it quickly attracted a lot of attention.
Players from both camps started arguing again under his post.
Since the rewards for this mission are extremely generous, more players are standing on Sijidao's side, and it is no longer the case that he was scolded one-sidedly as before.
Sijidao was well aware of the importance of this mission, so he emphasized at the bottom of the post: "This afternoon, I had a great conversation with many NPCs from the mercenary organizations at the banquet. With their assistance, this mission will be foolproof..."
"At the same time, players from other cities are welcome to join Coral City. Coral City's resources are not yet saturated..."
After sending these words, Sijidao felt happy.
The reason why he could get to this point was not only due to the fact that he betrayed the Scimitar Organization, but also because of his use of the information gap between the two worlds.
Now he has gathered more than a thousand players under his command, and can be called the local tyrant.
Only nine hundred per person per month was needed, which was quite little money in the eyes of Coral City, not even one-tenth of the money needed to train regular soldiers, but it could get a group of alternative mercenaries who could die repeatedly.
But in the eyes of many players, the monthly subsidy is a huge sum of money, satisfying their joy of spending money in the game.
Sijidao doesn't recruit people randomly. He has more than ten years of gaming experience and will consciously identify the small accounts of money-making studios to prevent others from exploiting bugs to make money.
At the same time, as more and more players joined, he began to gradually streamline those who had not been online for a long time and those with low levels.
"There are less than 500 people in Bikini Bottom right now. What can you use to fight me?"
Sijidao arranged a secret agent in the Bikini Bottom team and knew every move of Li Defu and his team clearly.
Once the war starts, the two sides will be one thousand versus five hundred.
As time goes by, as long as he remains in this position, his advantage will gradually expand.
Sijidao finished his coffee, closed the forum, and went back online in the VR room.
It was past four in the morning and Coral City was quiet.
He sat in Wu Zhonggui's seat, looking out the window at the dimly lit empty square, feeling a sense of satisfaction that came from power.
The game "Look Up at the Stars" is so perfect that it is tailor-made for people like him.
In reality, he and a wealthy man like Master Lu would never have any intersection at all.
But in the game, he can even be one level higher than his opponent.
"It's a pity that idiot Qi Lang insisted on lowering the height of the office. Now I can't see the night view of the entire city."
Sijidao sighed, he used to envy the location of Zhao Si's office and thought about what it would be like to work in it countless times.
Now that he finally came in, the office was lowered to the first floor.
I can no longer stand in front of the window and experience that feeling of being high and mighty and lonely.
"Evil Bubble, I guess you've already rested." Sijidao's eyes were gloomy, "When you sleep, I work. This is the difference between us."
He talked to himself looking at his reflection in the glass window, as if Su Xia was standing outside the window.
…
Of course Su Xia would never have thought that at this late hour, there was still a man thinking about him.
He was circling the mercenary town, hunting down the escaped mercenaries one by one.
Pieces of metal gathered in front of him, forming a cold mask.
After being caught up, some mercenaries fell to their knees, weeping in pain and howling, "Please let me go, I don't want to do this. They force me to kill people. If I don't kill people, I will be killed. I have no other choice..."
"Have you guys been trained in advance for this speech?"
Su Xia had no expression on his face. He waved his hand and took away a group of heads.
The mercenaries' pleas for mercy were all similar.
Most of them were forced, sold, controlled by drugs, etc., and they cried and complained about their miserable lives, as if there were no more miserable people in the world.
But what they didn't know was that Su Xia could see through their panel information and see their character descriptions.
At the end of many mercenary character descriptions, the system will add a sentence:
[Scum, you deserve to be killed! ]
Among them, more than 60% were criminals before the war.
Su Xia killed so many people, but he only saw two people who were forced to do so. They also wanted to walk the right path, but they were always threatened and controlled by the organization.
He temporarily let the two men go and asked them to return to the mercenary town to open the cages holding the slaves.
Before long, the mercenaries who were running slower around were almost all killed by Su Xia.
He did not stop and continued to rush to farther areas.
…
At the foot of a mountain valley close to the mercenary town is the base of the "Tyrannosaurus" mercenary organization.
This organization has more than a hundred combatants alone, and there are many people in the base responsible for other tasks. It seems that the rudiments of a long-term gathering place have already been formed.
There were also a large number of captured civilians in the base.
The leader of this organization made his subordinates and civilians call him "Dragon King" and enjoyed the happiness of being a local emperor in this remote wilderness.
But tonight, the Dragon King was not happy.
He was one of the dozen or so leaders who were previously in the trading area in the center of the town.
After the masked man made his move, he saw that the situation was not good and began to flee frantically. His psychic talent was extremely precious and very suitable for escaping.
"Meet the Dragon King!"
After seeing the Dragon King, more than a dozen mercenaries in front of the base knelt down in unison.
The man in the middle said, "Dragon King, according to your order, we have released those slaves and let the brothers escape among the slaves!"
“Okay, well done!”
The Dragon King sent a message to the base while he was escaping. This was the best solution he could think of in a short period of time.
There are more than a thousand civilians in his garrison.
On weekdays, in order to prevent these civilians from colluding with each other to riot, the Dragon King divided them into more than a dozen small teams and arranged them to perform forced labor in different areas of the garrison, so most of them did not know each other.
At the critical moment, they would mix them together, and then let their subordinates change into civilian clothes and escape with them.
As long as you dress a little unkempt, it will be difficult to be recognized in the darkness and chaos.
The Dragon King looked at the deserted camp and said to his men, "You should go too. While there is still time, run as far as you can. Come back to the meeting place to meet me in half a month!"
The subordinates said: "Dragon King, we want to follow you."
"Don't bother talking nonsense at this time. I know what you are thinking."
When disaster strikes, everyone flees. This saying is most appropriate for mercenaries.
The Dragon King immediately changed into ragged civilian clothes . In order to be realistic, he didn't even have a penny on him.
The same goes for his dozen or so subordinates.
But just as they changed their clothes, a cold light came from afar under the night sky.
"What?"
Before one of them could react, his vision went dark and his head was separated from his neck.
The warm blood splashed onto the rest of the people, and they all shuddered with horror on their faces.
"Hurry up, the masked man is coming!"
These mercenaries scattered instantly, fleeing in all directions with fear and a glimmer of hope.
As long as you run fast enough, there is hope. The masked man will kill those who run slowly first.
But they were overthinking it after all.
After more than ten seconds, no matter how fast or slow they were, they all surrendered.
“Pah…Pah…”
More than a dozen heads fell to the ground one after another, and the strong smell of blood spread in the wind.
Only the Dragon King was still fleeing.
The flash of sword light was like the god of death chasing after souls, making his scalp numb, but he still roared: "Masked weirdo, you can't kill me!"
His psionic gift is called "Call of the Wind" and can be used three times a day.
This is his last resort.
Su Xia also saw this talent from this guy’s personal panel.
But he couldn't see the specific description of this talent. Just looking at the name, it felt a bit similar to his second talent, "Will of the Wind".
"Masked man, we'll meet again!" the Dragon King roared, "Next time we meet, I'll cut off your head with my own hands!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared.
It was as if it had turned into a wisp of breeze and disappeared without a trace.
The Skeleton Sword shuttled back and forth in the area where he disappeared several times, but did not gain anything.
"Is that so?"
Su Xia retracted his sword, remained calm, and silently sensed the situation around him.
A few seconds later, he directly activated his second talent.
The will of the wind!
The skill lit up and his body disappeared as well.
From an outsider's perspective, it is as if the two have never existed and cannot be seen or touched in any basic physical form.
But after Su Xia turned into wind, he saw the Dragon King who also turned into wind.
The Dragon King was congratulating himself on the fact that his life-saving trick had worked every time he tried it. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Damn masked weirdo, one day I will make you ..."
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard a voice coming from behind him.
When the Dragon King looked back, his whole body shook violently and his face turned pale instantly.
Masked Stranger!
How come he also has this skill?
The Dragon King was instantly panicked. Could it be that the masked man had the ability to chase and kill people without stopping?
However, Su Xia did not take action directly, but was seriously thinking about the specific role of the talent "Will of Wind".
"It doesn't look like I turned into a gust of wind. It looks more like I entered a special space that is independent of the existing space. That's why I can't be attacked physically. But as long as I enter this space, I can see and touch other creatures that enter this space."
This feeling is very strange.
It was like a creature in a painting, walking out of the painting.
The other creatures in the painting could not see him. They could only see the world in the painting but not the world outside the painting. All kinds of attack methods were meaningless.
But standing outside the painting, you can see what is happening in the painting.
Just as Su Xia was thinking, the fleeing Dragon King in front suddenly fell out of this space.
"Bang!"
He fell to the ground and rolled several times in a mess.
From start to finish, it lasted only twenty-two seconds.
However, Su Xia's talent can last for thirty seconds, which is obviously stronger.
