"Black Guild Master, why aren't you saying anything?" Mr. Han asked.
"You … You are too much …" Black Index Finger couldn't bear it anymore. Even so, he didn't dare to raise his voice. He just wanted to point out that there was something wrong with the conversion method of these two guys, something very wrong.
"How much … do you want?" Black Index Finger forced himself to ask. He knew that it was the time to ask for a lot of money, and he was not a rich man. He could only collect all the money in the end. If he couldn't collect all the money, he would close down!
"Is that so? Then there's nothing we can do. We'll just take your trash equipment. Black Guild Master, you've earned big this time, "Mr. Han said.
"This … this person …" Black Index Finger stammered.
"We should at least see their sincerity in surrendering!" Mr. Han said.
"He surrendered," Mr. Han concluded.
Everyone understood that their guild had once again suffered a catastrophic blow. So many of their elites couldn't take it anymore and chose to leave. It was time for them to make plans for themselves.
"Perhaps there are others that I've overlooked, but I think it's not good to be greedy. We should be satisfied with this number. If the people that came out of prison are unhappy, it's my responsibility. I won't let them cause trouble for Black Guild Master again. "
"But we can't find anyone else now," Mr. Han said.
"There are around 70," Drifting said.
"Then let's count it as 70!" Mr. Han waved his hand generously.
"Do you think the people are more valuable, or the teleportation scrolls?" Mr. Han said.
"Guild Master, what do we do?" Many of the players in the guild were worried after hearing what happened to their biggest ally, the Shepherd Clouds Guild. Silently, a few members of the Black Alliance also left the association.
"Guys, you don't have to calculate anymore. Give me a total number!" The Black Index Finger was in despair. He couldn't afford the one million gold coins he had just spent. He wanted to continue listening because he was curious. He was curious about what else these shameless fellows could do to make money.
The names that left the guild weren't unfamiliar to many people. Many of them were elites of the Shepherd Clouds Guild. Their departure had a huge impact. But why did they suddenly want to leave the guild? However, no information came in. Just as everyone was feeling puzzled, they suddenly discovered that their guild leader's level had suddenly dropped …
Within half an hour, there were only 741 players left from the original 1,050. 309 players had already chosen to leave the guild, and this wasn't over yet. Many of the players who had gone to the dungeon were still able to receive system notifications from the guild. They saw the wave of players leaving the dungeon, but they didn't know what was going on. The players in the dungeon were also gloomy.
The black index finger did some calculations and finally came to a conclusion. "Four million gold coins. Well, that's it, right?"
Black Index Finger expressed his opinion in the guild channel. The guild was silent. No one expressed their support, but no one expressed their opposition. However, there was an obvious sign that the infection that had already begun to spread had suddenly stopped. It was obvious that everyone supported him in their hearts, but if they voiced their support at this time, it would make them look very useless. Thus, if they were useless, they would let the president handle the useless things. Everyone just had to enjoy the results of being useless …
"The Muyun Guild is finished," the Reflection of Years concluded.
Of course, most of the Archers had spent their entire lives in the bushes of flowers. Needless to say, these people were wretched. Mudi was one of the most famous guild leaders in Cloud Cloud City, but in the end, he still ended up like this. What was even more infuriating was that these wretched people looked very bored, bored, and unwilling to attack Mudi. Even in death, Mudi didn't receive any respect.
Therefore, when the black index finger met the two of them, the thought of dying quickly came to his mind.
The Warrior was kited by a dozen Archers, so there was no doubt about the result. Mudi finally collapsed in pain. Before he died, he had hoped that Thousand Miles Drunk would give him a quick death. However, Gu Fei was limited to 29 PK points, so he could only watch expressionlessly as Mudi was shot down by a wretched arrow.
However, the battle wasn't over so quickly. It was only the battle between the big guilds that had come to an end, but the small and medium guilds that were caught up in this battle weren't so quick to determine the victor. They were still trying their best to kill each other. The guilds that were forced into a corner and couldn't fight back all ended up on the path of disbandment. The number of guilds in Cloud Cloud City decreased rapidly, as if there was a great purge.
So, Drifting began to talk about his idea, "Let's calculate based on the value of their equipment! There's no standard for other things like skills, levels, classes, and so on! It's not easy to deal with them. "
"Right, Singing When Wine has already lost a lot of their strength. I don't think we should be in a hurry. Keep attacking them, and we'll eventually kill them. "Unsworn Sword's mind was clear at this time.
"There's nothing else to pay," Mr. Han seemed to feel wronged, "We can only use money to calculate it. What a tragedy …"
"Say it!" Black Index Finger was powerless.
Therefore, in a small circle, as long as one person said "I'm quitting", many others would say "I'm quitting too".
Black Index Finger almost repeated the tragedy of Mudi in Cloud City. Fortunately, Mudi was one step ahead of him. Seeing how badly Yunzhong Mudi was beaten up, Black Index Finger hurriedly dismissed the idea. He had already compromised in his heart. Fighting with Thousand Miles Drunk was a bad decision. Now, Mu Yun was done for. Ying Qi Studio, which had organized this operation, did not fulfill their promise of help. Intercepting and killing in the Black Dragon Mountain Range, using teleportation scrolls with ambushes to lure Thousand Miles Drunk into a trap … These beautiful plans did not seem to be able to affect the direction of the battle …
"Do you know how much money I spent on teleportation scrolls?" Mr. Han asked.
"Oh? Is there a problem? "Mr. Han didn't care," If there is a problem, let's discuss it later. Let's consider the next one. "
Admit that he lost, admit that he was wrong … That was all Black Index Finger could think of. It was humiliating, but there was nothing he could do. Black Index Finger would feel even more humiliated if the guild that he had built collapsed just like that. Both sides were gloomy, but at least one of them could give him a chance to be comforted. As for the other one … it would only become more gloomy after the gloomy one.
His reflection was a little reluctant to let go of the hard-earned upper hand, but he had to admit that the chances of getting rid of Singing To Wine was not high. However, would they really be able to get rid of Singing To Wine if they lengthened the battlefront and continued the war in the future? It would be difficult to achieve this with Reigning The Four Seas alone. They needed to gather many friendly guilds and work together. Only then would Singing To Wine have no more room to grow.
Thousand Miles Drunk basically didn't say a word. From start to finish, Young Master Han's main meaning was basically one word: "Pay up."
Black Index Finger wiped his sweat, "About that, Super Elite? How super is that? I really want to see it."
"Hmm, either they admit defeat and beg for mercy, or they're trying to set up a trap on their deathbed. There are only two possibilities," Mr. Han said.
As a result, leaving the guild became a trend in Mu Yun. Friends who were close to each other would send a private message: "Are you leaving?"
The infection of leaving the guild had arrived, but Black Index Finger wasn't as hopeless as Mudi of Cloud City. He thought of the only way for the guild to survive: compromise with Thousand Miles Drunk.
"Me? I don't know. Time is priceless. It's really hard to measure it with money, let alone in-game currency, "Mr. Han said.
"Let me see. In this war, we used more than 200 teleportation scrolls. You know how much one teleportation scroll costs, right? "
"Next … next?" Black Index Finger stuttered.
Elite my ass! Super my ass! Black Index Finger's face was covered in tears. Who didn't know that you guys were just trash that came to make up the numbers during the city war? If you were all Super Elites, I would be a super GM.
"How many super elites left with you?" the young master of the Han family asked Drifting.
Super Elite Drifting even greeted Black Index Finger, casually chatted for a while, and then sat down as if there was no one else around.
"Very good." The black forefinger nodded. His face was deathly pale. With a wave of his hand, he tore that piece of paper in half.
Black Index Finger was about to collapse. The person in front of him was indeed worthy of the title of "Super Elite", but the problem was that he was a special case. Since he was standing here, it was obvious that he would be added back soon … How was he going to calculate this?
"What about the Super Elites? Especially the super elites that our guild lost. "Han Family young master said.
"Yes. I have a good way to calculate the value of the Super Elites," Drifting said.
"But in this situation, it doesn't matter if he surrenders or not. Anyway, the Sword Ghost and the others in the dungeon will be released," Gu Fei said.
Black Index Finger stood up. He really wanted to strangle Drifting. Fortunately, Mr. Han immediately added, "That's not good. Let's solve everything in the game!"
"We're not far from it." Unsworn Sword laughed. Reflection of Years led the people back to the revival point. There were so many players with PK Points, so the chances of getting the quest wrong was much higher than getting the quest right. Reflection of Years had brought around a hundred people, and each of them had a quest. When they returned, only 13 of them had gotten the quest right …
"He won't think that way. He's afraid that you'll continue to cause trouble for them!" Mr. Han said.
"Black Index Finger wants to talk to us …" After a while, Black Index Finger's message finally reached Gu Fei.
"Twenty thousand gold coins for seventy people. That's … 1.4 million. Am I right?" Mr. Han said.
"Yes. Sigh. I'm so useless. My equipment is only twenty thousand, "Drifting said.
Reflection of Years expressed his opinion, and Unsworn Sword agreed with him. In short, it would be difficult to control the current situation. It would be a repeat of Mudi in the Cloud and Black Index Finger's previous experience. They would turn their initiative into a passive one, and in the end, they would be dragged down by themselves. Such a vivid example had just happened not too long ago, and Unsworn Sword was quite good at learning.
His answer was usually, "What about you?"
Of course, Mudi in the Cloud also had PK value. He instantly dropped a level and followed in the footsteps of Black Index Finger on the tragic path of falling past the 40 mark. But the situation of his guild was even worse.
While the black index finger was mourning, the two fellows had already started to settle the score. Drifting looked at his equipment, shook his head, and sighed, as if he was looking at a pile of rubbish. In the end, he regretfully announced, "My equipment, if sold on the market, would only be worth about 20,000 gold coins … Alas, I'm too ashamed to see anyone!"
"Oh?" Mr. Han raised his eyebrows. Black Index Finger was suddenly filled with anticipation. Drifting had gotten along well with him when he was in the Black Mercenary Group. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were old friends. Was he going to help him now?
Black Index Finger said without hesitation, "The scrolls are valuable."
"They aren't, but they're all hiding in the revival point. There's no other way," Reflection of Years said.
"Then there's no other way. Let's calculate based on my equipment. Those guys must have better equipment than me, but there's nothing we can do if we can't find them. Let's just suffer a little?" Drifting suggested.
Mr. Han sent a message, and Drifting flashed into the room. Drifting had snuck into Black Index Finger's mercenary group before, so Black Index Finger was no stranger to him. He was stunned when he saw him. Mr. Han said, "Look, they're so super and elite, but they've been forced to leave their guild. It's a big loss!"
Mudi in the Cloud didn't care anymore. He exploded with incredible combat power, and the players who tried to kill him were actually beaten back by him. However, Lan Yi and Boundless Mang Mang were also experienced and extremely treacherous masters. Seeing that this guy was killing so boldly, they didn't send people to surround him. Instead, they sent some archers to hunt him down.
Gu Fei, Young Master Han, and the others did not know about this situation for the time being, but Sword Without Oath, Against the Current, and the others immediately grasped the situation through their spies. Reflection of Years was stunned. He didn't think that Thousand Miles Drunk's ambush would have such a big impact. He thought that Mudi in the Cloud would just jump up and down and shout, "We've been tricked again!" But according to his informant, the guild channel was silent. Mudi didn't come out to do PR at this critical moment. He seemed to be tired.
Black Index Finger was crying. He really was crying. This is collusion, this is a conspiracy! Black Index Finger screamed in his heart countless times. What kind of character was Drifting in the game? These two guys could confidently say that other people's equipment would be better than Drifting's. How could they shamelessly think that Black Index Finger was taking advantage of Drifting? Was there really no justice in this world?
"This method is too inefficient." Unsworn Sword shook his head. His subordinates had even received quests from him.
Black Index Finger spat out blood, and Gu Fei almost couldn't hold it in. This guy really knew how to lie without blinking. More than 200 teleportation scrolls? He didn't even buy that many, right?
As expected, the young master of the Han Family would never disappoint anyone. Next, he calculated the fees for Gu Fei's efforts to hunt him down and wash his PK fees, as well as the travel fees for the Reborn Amethyst girl who was forced to leave because of this incident, as well as the fees for Yun Zhongmu, who had specially come from Moonlit Night City to help him. Oh, he forgot, there was also Lan Yi and the others who had rushed over from the faraway White Stone City. They were further away, so this favor was even greater, so the fees would be even higher. Furthermore, it was extremely heaven-defying. Now that the city was facing reconstruction, the construction fees and the like had to be paid by the people who had destroyed it. After calculating all these bits and pieces, the young master of the Han Family wrote countless zeros on a piece of torn paper, then passed it to the black index finger. "I've listed the numbers quite neatly.
"Yes, next is the problem of how many people are going to jail. In order to avoid being hunted down by you, the remaining 50 or so super elites of my guild had to hide in the dungeon. They sacrificed a lot of time. We all know that time is money. In the game, time isn't just money, it's also levels, equipment, and opportunities! Think about it, if these people weren't in jail and were leveling normally, they might have been lucky enough to pick up a Night Streak Sword or something like that. But now, because they're in jail, they've missed out on countless opportunities. This can't be measured with money … … But since we can't find any other alternative, we can only use money. Black Index Finger, how much do you think these countless losses are worth? "Young Master Han said.
"The matter has already been resolved. What's the point of talking about it?" Gu Fei was quite magnanimous, but then he added, "But in the future, when it comes to bounty quests, give them priority!"
"What do you think?"
"We'll decide the location. He'll come himself … …" Gu Fei continued.
"Very overpowered. There were originally a hundred or so players, but you guys forced over half of them to leave. They're all experts in the game. What do we do with such a serious loss of talent?" Young Master Han asked.
Black Index Finger quickly calculated in his heart. Right now, the price of teleportation scrolls couldn't be lower. There were over two hundred of them, so it didn't matter if they were real or fake. Even if this was the price that the other side had offered, it would be 300,000 gold. His guild had a thousand players, so each person would have to pay 300 gold. They could still afford it, but he didn't know if they were willing. More importantly, Young Master Han still hadn't had enough. Clearly, he wasn't the only one.
The act of leaving the guild was like a contagious disease. Once one person started it, it would immediately spread to the rest. Some of them came with Mudi from Cloud Central and were threatened with losing levels, but there were also some who didn't even come. They were just tempted by the sight of people leaving the guild.
"… …" Gu Fei felt that Black Index Finger would rather die in battle because he would be extorted mentally and financially.
"Maybe we should use RMB to make up for this loss?" Drifting interrupted.
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