It was not that Jiang Shang had not paid attention to online game competitions.
In fact, for a masterpiece like Elven Nation, which was of high quality and had an excellent reputation, the first prize of 30000 RMB did not seem to be a lot.
At first glance, it did not seem to be the big deal that Ah Kai had mentioned.
One had to know that those phenomenal games had prize pools of millions and tens of millions in various international competitions.
Sometimes, the champion of the competition could even get half or more of the entire prize pool.
For the champion, it was not an exaggeration to say that he had become rich overnight.
Of course, the players who could get first place in various competitions were mostly well-known professional players and had a high net worth to begin with …
Among them, some might not even care about the prize money of the international competition. Instead, they might be more concerned about the fame and status that came with the award.
However, these were limited to large-scale competitions that had an impact on national or even international levels.
The moment Jiang Shang saw this event post, he understood that the nature of this "Player War Competition Event" was completely different from those large-scale competitions.
Looking at the description in the announcement, this was more like a regular event organized by the officials for players!
For a regular event like this, 30,000 RMB was quite a lot.
This was because it was already more than the monthly income of most people.
According to the usual style of Elven Nation, it was difficult for an event to last longer than a week in reality under the accelerated thinking.
In other online games, such a time was often considered a small official event.
Getting this amount of reward in a week was enough to attract a lot of people …
However, what made Jiang Shang's hands itch was not only the 30000 RMB reward, but also the quota at the end of the reward —
"First prize … 25 silver players, 25 black iron players, a total of 50 people!"
Jiang Shang swallowed his saliva.
If there were only one or a few people for the first prize, he would at most look up to them.
There were too many big bosses in Elven Nation who were better than him.
For example, he was not confident that he could beat big bosses like Boxed Lunch, Jasmine under the Moon, and Tomato Fried Tomato.
But now, there were 25 spots!
Jiang Shang felt that he had a chance to fight for the 25 spots for the first prize!
After all, the levels and data of Elven Nation within the same level were still relatively vague. As long as players did not encounter a bug like Salty Meow, there was not a qualitative difference between them.
Not to mention, being strong did not mean that one could obtain more points in the war.
Therefore, although he was only Level 41, Jiang Shang believed that as long as he worked hard enough, it was not impossible for him to make a comeback in the event and achieve better results than the others!
However, when Jiang Shang saw that the Black Iron Players also had a fixed quota, he fell into deep thought.
"I didn't think that the Black Iron Players wouldn't compete with the Silver Players. From the looks of it … Maybe I should have leveled up later. Maybe the chances of getting the first prize would have been higher … After all, when I was at level 40, I was already considered the top combat power among the Black Iron Players."
"Of course … this isn't absolute. After all, there are only a few hundred Silver players, while there are over a hundred thousand Black Iron players. There are also over ten thousand max level players. The competition is definitely different."
"Heh, if you look at it this way, it seems that the Silver Player is more like his own son!"
Jiang Shang chuckled.
From this point of view, it seemed that the Silver Players had the advantage.
Not to mention …
"Second prize: 10000 RMB, 50 Silver Players, 50 Black Iron Players."
"Third prize: 3000 RMB, 100 Silver Players, 200 Black Iron Players."
Jiang Shang swallowed his saliva.
"If I calculate the probability, as long as I participate, the probability of getting the prize is still very high! Even if it's third prize, it's still great. At least I don't have to worry about my living expenses for a month! "
Jiang Shang thought expectantly.
"If that's the case, the total reward would be over four million, right? Tsk … For a regular event, it's indeed a lot. After all, there are only about a hundred thousand players in the entire server. "
"Hmm? There's an encouragement award? 30,000 contribution points? There's no limit to the level. There's a total of five thousand slots in the entire server … "
Jiang Shang muttered.
"It's a pity. If it was when the server was just launched, it would have been fine. Now, contribution points are everywhere."
Jiang Shang shook his head.
Contribution points were the hard currency of Elven Nation.
When the game was just in closed beta, Jiang Shang even heard that the ratio of contribution points to RMB had reached a terrifying one to one ratio.
However, the price of any game would change …
And an item would often be the most expensive when it was just released. It would depreciate as there were more of it.
Contribution points were like that.
Although the exchange price of various equipment in the exchange shop had not changed since it was released, the value of contribution points would continue to decrease as the number of players increased and the level increased …
Now, although 30,000 contribution points were still very attractive to players, it was probably only worth a hundred yuan if converted into RMB.
And it was foreseeable that as time passed, the exchange ratio would only get lower and lower …
On the other hand, the housing prices in the Elven Forest were soaring higher and higher, especially in the core area of the City of Heaven's Chosen. It was getting more and more outrageous …
Jiang Shang thought about the daunting housing prices in the City of Heaven's Chosen and sighed.
"Really, why do I have to bear the pressure of buying a house just to play a game …"
Jiang Shang shook his head and looked at the event page again.
With the previous three rewards in front of him, he was no longer interested in the encouragement award.
Now, all his thoughts were attracted by the first prize.
"30,000 RMB … I must get it! I'm going to die this week! "
Jiang Shang clenched his fist.
With this thought in mind, he quickly sent a message to his best friend:
"Ah Kai! Do you want to team up? The event starts today! "
Ah Kai: "Wake up, there's a full class today."
"I'm done!"
Ah Kai: "…"
"You're hopeless."
…
As Eve expected, the war competition event she posted on the official website was like adding a bucket of oil to the burning fire, pushing the enthusiasm of the players to a new climax again.
Whether it was on the forum or in the game, the players fell into a heated discussion.
"F * ck! 30,000 bonus? "
"30,000? That's not a lot … "
"Look carefully! This is a regular event! The kind that doesn't last long! And look at the quota … "
"Wow … so many? The probability is very high! "
"Amazing … Throwing out millions like it's a game. Did the official website break even?"
"God knows …"
"I'm going to die! I'm going to die even if I have to take a leave this week! "
"Hey, the one who took a leave, be careful not to get fired!"
The enthusiasm of the players was completely aroused.
Almost every player chose to sign up for the event.
Not only that, when it was Monday morning in Bluestar, although the number of people online for "Elf Kingdom" had decreased, it still remained at about 120,000 in the end!
The number of people online during the day on weekdays was at least halved!
"The power of money is still very strong …"
Looking at the online data in the game system, Eve shook her head.
For this event, she had almost spent more than half of the income she got from the players as members this month.
And the effect was not bad.
"Hmm … In the future, I can organize more of these events, at least one every month. Not only can it motivate the players, but it can also train some full-time players for me …"
"It's a pity that the number of players is limited now, and the bonus provided is not much. Otherwise, I can give more."
Eve shook her head.
"When this war is over, and the first wave of beta players has completely adapted to the rhythm of the game, the second wave of beta players will be released."
…
Desert of Death, Sandstorm City.
Well-equipped half-orc soldiers came and went in the city, and the entire city was shrouded in an atmosphere of urgency.
As the news of the elven army besieging the city spread, the atmosphere in the city became more and more solemn.
However, although it was solemn, the expressions of the residents in the city were still calm.
This was because those who lived here were either half-orcs who saw war as a normal meal, or some desperadoes …
In addition, Sandstorm City was surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the terrain was easy to defend and difficult to attack. The sturdy city walls and huge army, and the material channel that connected to the underground world … all made them confident in the war.
This was not only the economic center of the Desert of Death, but it was also the sturdiest fortress!
In the center of Sandstorm City, on the tall Sandstorm Tower.
As a magnificent building left behind from the dwarven era, the Sandstorm Tower was not only a well-known landmark of Sandstorm City, but also a magnificent observation tower.
At the same time, it was a key node that housed the dungeon core and worshiped the statue of the God of Winter and the Hunter.
That's right, the dungeon core.
As a city left behind from the dwarven era, Sandstorm City also inherited the dungeon core that was no different from the city-states of the underground world. It could activate a nearly complete divine defensive barrier.
As the core of the divine barrier, the Sandstorm Tower itself was built with the famous ore of the Desert of Death, obsidian. It was pitch-black, shiny, and indestructible.
This was another reason why the half-orcs thought that this city could not be breached.
Because of this, there was a saying in the Desert of Death:
"Sandstorm Tower stands tall, Sandstorm City stands tall; Sandstorm Tower collapses, Sandstorm City collapses; Sandstorm City collapses, the entire Desert of Death will collapse …"
At this moment, at the top of the Sandstorm Tower.
Oracle King Bazan stood on the observation tower of the tower, looking at the desert in the distance in silence.
In the place where he was looking, about twenty kilometers away from the city, a dark camp was gradually being built.
That was where the elves were stationed.
It had been four days since the elven army besieged the city.
In these four days, the elves did not attack Sandstorm City. Instead, they set up camp.
This was somewhat out of the half-orcs' expectations.
In the minds of the Oracle King Bazan and the High Priest, since the elves were so eager to attack the Desert of Death and had been advancing triumphantly all the way, the most normal thing to do was to take advantage of their victory and continue to attack.
After all, this should be the moment when their morale was at its highest!
But … they stopped.
If they were just resting, it would be fine.
But after some observation, the half-orcs realized that the elves really did not intend to attack Sandstorm City!
This made the higher-ups of the half-orcs very confused.
It was the elves who were deep in the Desert of Death. For them, the longer they delayed, the more disadvantageous the situation would be …
The elves' actions were very strange.
And this strangeness made Oracle King Bazan a little uneasy.
He frowned slightly and looked at the elves' camp.
As a gold-ranked professional, his eyesight was very good.
In addition, with the telescopes bought from the Sauron Chamber of Commerce, he could clearly see the movements of the elves …
"They're actually building a fortress wall? No … it doesn't look like a fortress wall, it looks more like a city wall! They … What are they trying to do? "
"Also … I keep having the feeling that their numbers have decreased a little …"
Bazan frowned.
Strange.
It was really too strange!
Although Bazan's rationality told him that this confrontation was beneficial to the half-orcs, he did not know why … He had been panicking for the past two days, and he always felt that he had overlooked something …
Just as he continued to observe the elves' camp, suddenly, a half-orc soldier stumbled up the tower.
"King! King! Not good! Not good! "
His voice was filled with urgency.
Bazan, the Oracle King, frowned and looked a little unhappy.
He put down the telescopes in his hand and turned back to look at the soldier who came up.
He saw that the soldier who climbed up was sweating profusely. His face was pale, and there was some fear and panic in his expression, as well as a trace of imperceptible confusion …
Bazan's brows tightened.
He scolded,
"Why are you panicking? The sky hasn't fallen yet! "
The soldier was terrified and quickly knelt down to apologize.
Bazan snorted softly and then asked,
"Tell me, what happened?"
The soldier wiped his sweat and stammered,
"It's broken! It's … It's broken! "
It's broken?
Bazan was slightly taken aback.
"Where is it broken?"
He subconsciously glanced at the city wall of Sandstorm City with a puzzled expression.
"The Sandwind tribe and the Sandcliff tribe have both been broken!"
The half-orc soldier replied in a hoarse voice.
The Sandwind tribe and the Sandcliff tribe?
The Oracle King was stunned.
These two half-orc tribes were medium-sized tribes near Sandstorm City.
They were located on the other side of Sandstorm City and could not be observed.
However …
"What's going on!? How could they have been broken? They're behind us! And the elven army has always been stationed here! "
Bazan asked solemnly.
The soldier swallowed his saliva, and there was still some fear and excitement in his expression.
"It's … it's underground! Those elves … suddenly emerged from underground! They appeared directly between the two tribes, and the Sandwind and Sandcliff tribes were broken from the inside before they could react! "
Emerged from underground?!
Oracle King Bazan's eyes widened.
At this moment, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind as he thought of some information from the frontline a while ago …
His expression changed.
"Not good! It's that Crypt Spider! "
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