The howling wind was like a wolf howling as it blew across the land.
The flags on the earthen walls were blown askew by the strong wind, and some of them were even directly snapped from the middle of the flagpole.
The sky was dark as sand and gravel danced in the air, rustling the tents.
The sandstorm was here …
Sandstorms were a common occurrence in the Desert of Death that was full of yellow sand.
After the Desert of Death storyline was unlocked, the players had encountered it before.
However, it was the first time they encountered such a big sandstorm.
The sky was dark, and sand and gravel were flying.
It was daytime, but the whole world felt like it was night.
The Nature's Heart Guild's base.
Li Mu stayed in his tent and listened to the howling wind hitting the tent.
He looked at the time on the game system, walked to the tent door, and carefully opened a corner of the tent …
Following his movements, a gust of wind immediately blew in, bringing with it dense yellow sand that hit his face like raindrops.
In an instant, Li Mu felt a stinging pain on his face and a sense of suffocation.
He coughed a few times, quickly closed the tent door, and lowered his pain threshold.
In a moment, a layer of yellow sand had accumulated on the ground.
He spat out the sand and dust that had entered his mouth when he was coughing and couldn't help but curse.
"This damn weather … it's a waste of time."
Elven Nation was fine.
It was just that sometimes, if one pursued realism too much, it would bring about all sorts of inconveniences.
Take this sandstorm for example, it would last half a day to a day.
During this time, the players could not go out at all, or they would experience what it meant to be suffocated by the sandstorm.
If they were not careful, they might even be sent back to Yggdrasill …
There was no other way.
Even if the players were getting stronger, they still had to breathe normally.
In this extreme weather, they could not breathe at all. Even a Silver player would suffocate to death if they stayed outside for too long.
And there were precedents for all of this ….
Li Mu sighed and shook his head helplessly.
It had been two days since the attack of the Orcs.
After the attack ended in a crushing defeat, the Orcs seemed to be afraid of being beaten. They hid inside and outside Sandstorm City and never came out again.
The gamers could only continue with their previous strategy and attack the tribes near the Orcs.
Today, Li Mu's original plan was to bring the members of the guild out and continue to look for orc tribes that could be plundered.
But now it seemed like it was all for naught …
A sandstorm was coming.
The players had no choice but to stay in their tents or use the tunnels they had dug to teleport back to the Elven Forest, or go offline and wait for the sandstorm to pass before logging back into the game …
If that was the case, it was fine.
With the accelerated thinking speed, even if the gamers stayed in the tent, they would have a thousand ways to have fun.
Catching up on dramas, playing cards, doing homework, chatting, writing, reading novels, anything was fine.
With one to four thinking speed acceleration, he could enjoy many things. It was equivalent to freeloading for three times the time.
However, Li Mu was thinking about something else …
"There are fewer and fewer spoils of war to be obtained. Everyone's cohesiveness is beginning to dissipate. We can't delay any longer."
He shook his head.
The war had been going on in the game for months.
The army had been out for more than half a month.
During this period, with the attraction of higher mission rewards and rich spoils of war, the gamers maintained an amazing cohesiveness and fought bravely.
However, the war was getting longer and longer, and many things had their limits …
For example, the gamers' enthusiasm.
The gamers' enthusiasm was based on benefits.
As the number of Orc tribes that could fight decreased, everyone's enthusiasm waned.
In addition, although the previous battle was a beautiful victory, some players who did not participate in the battle did not have enough fun …
Over the past two days, there had been cases of players leaving the camp.
Li Mu did not expect this.
Although the victory repelled the Orc army, it also consumed the players' cohesiveness …
Of course, there was a solution.
They could continue to find more Orc tribes that could fight.
As long as there were greater benefits, the gamers would choose to stay, just like ten days ago.
It was just that the gamers had been too ruthless in the past few days. The nearby tribes were almost all ruined.
Most of the tribes that had not been visited by the gamers began to retreat.
Especially after the failure of the Orc attack …
Therefore, the gamers' spoils of war were decreasing.
The spoils of war could not satisfy the gamers' needs. It was normal for some to choose to return to the Elf Forest or the Underworld to farm monsters.
Wouldn't it be better to take this opportunity to return to the Elf Forest to play?
Why should they stay here and wait?
They could just rush back when the final battle began!
That was what many people thought.
However, it was easy to disperse, but difficult to gather again.
This place was too far from the Elf Forest, and there was the interference of the Orc's faith. Even if the gamers relied on the Crypt Spiders to dig a five-kilometer tunnel and successfully built a Teleportation Portal in the north, the teleportation ability was quite weak …
If the army really dispersed, they would not be able to gather again in a short time.
Now, the terrible sandstorm was one disaster after another.
Thinking of this, Li Mu sighed again.
At this moment, a series of rapid knocking sounds came from the outside of his tent …
Li Mu was startled and instinctively shouted,
"Who is it?"
Outside the tent, there was a cough.
"Cough, cough, cough … Brother Mu, it's me! Shapeshifter Ji Gang! "
Shapeshifter Ji Gang?
Li Mu was stunned for a moment. Then, he opened the tent door. Immediately after, a player wearing a cloak and a mask, with a layer of sand covering his body, slipped in.
It was the leader of the Autobot Guild, Shapeshifter Ji Gang.
The wind blew the yellow sand into the tent, and Li Mu quickly closed the tent door.
Shapeshifter Ji Gang took off his cloak and mask. He shook off the yellow sand on his body and complained, "This sandstorm is really scary.
"This sandstorm is really scary … The yellow sand outside is already half a meter deep. If it blows for a day, I'm afraid our camp will be buried …"
"Yes, it's really scary."
Li Mu nodded in agreement.
But he was not worried.
Being buried in the sand wasn't a problem in a game world where magic existed.
"Here, drink some tea to warm yourself up."
Li Mu took out the scented tea from the Elf Forest and poured a cup of it for Ji Gang, the shapeshifter.
Shapeshifter Ji Gang's eyes lit up as he quickly took it and praised,
"Haha, I knew Brother Mu had something good here!"
Li Mu laughed and then said, "Don't be so cheeky.
"Stop joking around. Aren't you and Salted Meow playing Werewolf? Why did you think of coming here? "
"Damn, we were playing when we suddenly talked about the next battle plan. Then, I had some ideas. I wanted to say it directly in the chat group, but I think it's better to discuss it with Brother Mu face to face. Hehe … I'll give you a surprise while I'm at it! "
The next battle plan?
Discuss it face to face?
Li Mu was stunned.
Before he could say anything, a series of knocks came from outside his tent.
"They're here, they're here!"
Shapeshifter Ji Gang drank the flower tea in one gulp, then put on a self-made "mask" and opened the tent door.
Then, a series of guys wrapped in jackets came in.
In the blink of an eye, the small tent was filled with more than ten players …
And their IDs were the ones that Li Mu was most familiar with.
Salty Meow, Cuckoo Bird, Sirius, Demacia, Tomato Fried Tomato …
They were all covered in dust and dirt, and their bodies were covered in sand and dust.
Oh, no.
There were still exceptions.
For example, Salty Meow.
Unlike the others who were covered in yellow sand, her body was spotless, as if she was not affected by the sandstorm at all.
However, if one were to take a closer look at her equipment, they would discover that the incomparably flashy and gorgeous magic robe she was wearing was sparkling with radiance.
That was a special effect that would only appear when the magic on the magic robe was activated.
Being rich meant being willful, and being rich meant being able to do whatever one wanted.
Salty Meow pulled Cuckoo Bird's arm and was the first to squeeze in. At the same time, he greeted with a smile,
"Hehe, Brother Mu! We're here to disturb you! "
Sirius, who followed the two of them, looked back and forth in the tent with his eyes wide open, and swallowed his saliva.
"I heard that there's flower tea from Miss Alice here? Where is it, where is it? I'm thirsty! "
"Pooh, pooh, pooh … Damn weather, I ate a mouthful of dirt."
Demacia, who followed closely behind, wiped his mouth and coughed while spitting out sand.
"You asked for it. Who told you not to wear a mask? You're lucky that you didn't suffocate. "
Tomato Fried Tomato rolled his eyes and bluntly ridiculed.
After that, the higher-ups of the other major guilds also arrived.
"Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, hey … You stepped on my foot!"
"This place is so small …"
The players chattered, and the originally quiet tent suddenly became lively.
Li Mu was speechless.
He looked at the higher-ups of the major guilds who suddenly appeared and was a little confused.
"Why are you all here?"
He asked.
"Hey! Didn't we talk about the next battle plan while playing the game? Everyone has a new idea … "
"It's all your fault, Brother Mu. Otherwise, we would have discussed it online."
"Don't mention it. How can you talk about the battle plan while playing Werewolf? You're really poisonous."
"Speaking of which, why isn't Brother Mu here?"
"Hehe, he's definitely not here because he's a newbie. He's obviously a streamer."
"No way? Is there really a streamer who doesn't know how to play Werewolf? What era is this? It can't be, right? "
Li Mu was speechless.
The dozen or so players talked one after another, and the topic was soon diverted.
In the end, Li Mu clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention.
"Get to the point."
He said.
The players looked at each other, and finally, Sirius stood up and smiled.
"Brother Mu, do you have any thoughts of making big news after the sandstorm ends?"
"Big news?"
Li Mu raised his eyebrows.
"That's right. After Sandstorm City, we'll take the initiative to attack the Orcs!"
Sirius waved his fist and said.
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