At first, Xi Wei thought that the fishmen's attack on the Frogmen Village would be like the zombies in the apocalyptic movies, where they would crawl out of the water in waves and attack the pitiful, weak, and helpless players with overwhelming numbers. Driven by the generous rewards he had set up, the players would march forward like indomitable messiahs, waging a tragic war against the fishmen that was both tragic and tragic.
After all, the wandering Players had yet to return. In addition to the thirty-three Players who had sacrificed themselves in the battle against the tsunami, out of the two hundred or so Players, only about a hundred could stand on the beach and fight the murlocs.
And yet, the truth was —
"That fishman is mine! Don't take it, bro! Let's be reasonable! Are you yelling or not?!"
"Shut up. It might be your turn in the next wave."
"But I haven't even killed a single fishman since yesterday …"
"Oh, that's what Swordmaster is like. If there's another class you can change to, remember to pick one with long-range damage, got it?"
The Swordmaster Player was in tears.
There was no telling if it was because the Ocean Eye on the fishmen island needed time to fully open, or if the Ocean God thought that Xi Wei was a noob and didn't pay much attention, but for some reason, the fishmen didn't launch a large-scale assault, and instead attacked in small waves of ten or twenty.
To the Players, these small fries that were less than level 5 on average were simply food on a platter. Before they could reach the shore, the Players would launch a round of saturation long-range attacks, and only two or three of the fishmen would be left alive.
With that being the case, the waves of fishmen were like the Calabash Brothers who came to save their grandpa, dying as they came …
That being said, the Swordmaster Players were having a hard time.
After all, be it the Berserker or the Kengyoku path, the basic attacks were all swordsmanship, and there were very few who could launch light cannons. The Flurry path did have two mid-range and long-range ambush skills, Sand Scattering and Brick Attack, but the problem was that both Sand Scattering and Brick Attack were thrown out by the user's wrist. They were on a completely different level compared to the magicians' spells that could automatically find the path, and the ranger's arrows that could hit the target.
Every time an enemy attacked, they wouldn't even get a single bone, let alone any meat or soup. It was truly miserable.
Some people might ask, if you can't get the monsters, why not PVP first and then PVE?
The reason was simple. Although the upper limit of a Swordmaster was very high, so high that no one could beat them, the current players obviously hadn't mastered the Samadhi of each, so they couldn't beat anyone.
Not to mention PVP, they couldn't even conduct PY transactions …
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As the Players who had adventured far away returned in droves, the Players who had died in the battle against the tsunami were revived three days after the event began, making it easier to repel the murlocs — even the Players were taking turns to carry bricks and clear dungeons.
It was also worth mentioning that the Players who had the title of 'Martyr Who Resisted the Sea' would walk around with this cool glowing title that didn't have any attribute bonuses. No matter where they went, they would attract the attention of other Players.
"Eyeball, eyeball, eyeball … Why is it still eyeball? It doesn't even have a gill pouch, let alone a needle fin?! " Joey was wading through the seawater as he fished out his party's spoils of war. "I've been fishing for eyeballs for the whole morning!"
While eyeballs could be traded for rewards, the equipment would either be useless or come with side effects, and could only be traded for beginner-level enhancement stones. It could be said that eyeballs were the worst of all dropped items.
Even if Xi Wei had expected such a situation, he showed mercy and set up an exchange rate for the unlucky Players, which was around five fishman eyeballs for one murloc gill pouch, and five murloc gill pouches for one fishman's needle fin. But on the other hand, one fishman's needle fin was equivalent to twenty-five fishman eyeballs, and twenty-five times the efficiency wasn't worth it …
"It's too unlucky, really too unlucky." Another Player who had been watching Joey scoop up the drops couldn't help exclaiming. "Why is it so unlucky? Have you teamed up with anyone before? "
"Vulcan and Zonyan had brought us to the Living Dead Cellar."
"I see." The Player promptly made an 'oh, you're done for' face. "No wonder this would happen. You're brave to party up with Black Hand, kid …"
"Are you kidding? I'm super brave."
Joey simply wouldn't believe it and simply replied, before continuing to scoop up the eyeball.
That was when the Players on the shore became restless.
"What's going on?" Joey asked curiously.
"I don't know. Maybe the boat is open for redemption, and we could go to Fishmen Island to farm monsters." The Player appeared eager to dig out every fishman's eyeball in the world.
No matter what happened, it was human nature to be curious (or rather, to join in on the fun). Therefore, after scooping out the last eyeball, Joey and the others went ashore and walked towards the bustling crowd to see what was going on.
Even though they didn't know what was going on, Joey's sharp eyes could already see Terry and Jom who were surrounded by the Players and appeared a little flustered.
It was the first time Joey saw them after parting ways with them after converting to the God of Games at the entrance of the village.
Compared to back then, the youths appeared to have weathered a little, and their bodies were covered in blue slime that might have been melted snow or some other reason. They appeared to be in a sorry state. Pikes the Great Hound appeared a little dispirited as well.
Joey remembered what Vulcan had told him about the two youths: when they led the Players to slay the Barren Giant, they seemed to have accidentally lost the promised chocobos, which was why they were criticized by some of the Players.
Seeing that the situation wasn't right, Joey ignored the fact that he was a newbie who hadn't even reached Level 10 and forced his way into the middle of the crowd. He stood in front of the two youths and shouted at the Players who were talking at once, "Don't bully them! If there's anything, come at me!"
One of the Players asked impatiently. "Who are you?!"
"I'm their dad!" Joey replied righteously.
Then, he was backstabbed by the annoyed Terry and Jom behind him.
It was only after the beating that Joey realized that it wasn't Terry and Jom who had gathered the Players, but a gray dwarf behind them who was completely obscured due to his short stature.
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