Regardless of what their heartless god was thinking, the players still had a great time at the banquet in the village.
Sadly, when they woke up the next day, they realized that not only did they not receive any rewards from their trip to the village, they even spent all their rations and potions at the banquet last night …
Even if they wanted to get something from the village as compensation, the village wasn't rich. After defeating the Barren Giant and getting a lot of equipment, the players naturally didn't care about wooden bowls, wooden spoons, wooden cups, and the like. In the end, they could only curse themselves for not being able to scrape three kilograms of meat off a mosquito's leg and leave the village cursing.
The old village chief didn't understand the players' self-taught art of cursing, but seeing the players leaving the village in groups of three to five, he thought that they must have been very satisfied with the banquet last night, and when he thought of his empty rice bucket, he couldn't help but shed tears of joy …
Terry and Jom were also planning to leave today, they brought their dogs with them, and just as they reached the entrance of the village, a few burly men appeared and surrounded them.
Jom didn't panic, he only looked at Joey, "What's wrong? Let me make this clear, I don't need a dad. "
Joey scratched his head a little shyly, he and the others looked at each other before saying to Jom and the others, "We're planning to leave this village."
Joey, who was eating a pancake, asked curiously, "The mountain bandits are gone, why do you still want to leave?"
"I've always been proud of my archery skills, there wasn't a single hunter in this area who could beat us … But when we faced the mountain bandits, I realized how weak we were." Joey said seriously, "So we're planning to go on an adventure with you, to make ourselves stronger, to better protect the village."
"No way! We're not going there to play! "Jom refused without hesitation," It's too dangerous for you guys. "
To be honest, it was strange for a teenager to say something like that to a man in his thirties, but the hunters didn't find it funny at all.
They had witnessed the battle the day before, the strength of the Barren Giant was beyond their imagination, and yet the players had emerged victorious in the end. Their unwavering confidence and dazzling fighting style had left the bumpkins in awe.
Therefore, they also wanted to become a member of the Players and have the power to protect the village from being bullied by bandits.
Without a word, the hunters took out their hunting knives and slit their wrists in front of Jim's shocked eyes.
Jom couldn't help but frown — what was this? Were they going to commit suicide after being rejected by him? Or was he trying to use this to threaten him? No matter which possibility it was, it was too stupid!
"From today onwards, we will leave the Wheats Yard," Joey, the leader of the group, announced to Jim.
At first, Jim thought he was talking to him, but then he realized something was wrong. He turned around and realized that the totem at the entrance of the village was right behind him and Terry!
"We have no way of repaying the kindness you have shown us in the past. The wheats have already become flesh and blood in our stomachs, so we will use our own blood to repay the Great Markelo's kindness! We hope that on account of our devoutness in the past, we will return to being faithless! "
As he spoke, Joey's face paled and his hair turned white.
It wasn't just his blood, but something else seemed to have been extracted from his body when he said those words.
The other hunters didn't look much better, some of them even had wrinkles appearing on their faces, their bodies were wobbling, and they couldn't even stand straight.
If Jim and the others could see the health bars of the neutral units, they would see that Joey and the others' health bars had dropped from full to less than a fifth.
"Alright, I'll promise you, alright? Stop it, hurry up and stop the bleeding!" Seeing that someone was about to bleed to death, Jim couldn't help but shout at them, he took out some Coca Cola to feed them. "Terry, how many health potions do you have, feed them all! These bastards don't want to live anymore! "
Terry finished the pancake in a few bites, and hurriedly fed the others Coca Cola.
In fact, bandages were more effective for such wounds. It was a pity that the players had no use for bandages due to the skill system. Therefore, no one brought them along. After all, without a backpack, a roll of bandages took up a lot of space.
"It's great that you could accept us …" Joey smiled weakly.
"Accept my foot! You're going to die if I don't say anything!" Jim retorted angrily, glancing at Joey's head.
It was still a yellow name, meaning that he wasn't a Player.
It was only then that Jim remembered that he never told them that he was a believer of the God of Games …
"So what should we do now?" Joey asked with a grin, ignoring Jim's complaints. "Do you want to go to the Trinia Forests with you? I remember you said you wanted to go to that place during the banquet … "
"Now, huh? Let me think." Jim stroked his chin, feeling that his weekly quest of 'Our Lord's Light Illuminates the Earth' should be settled. "Either way, we should go to the town outside the Valley of the Tragic Dead and start carrying bricks."
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