There wasn't much to say about the battle between the players and the mountain bandits, it was nothing more than a volley of ranged attacks.
Even if the mages managed to raise their mana shields in time and didn't die to the players' barrage of attacks, they would still be taken down by a Backstab from a Shadow Blade player.
Of course, the players weren't completely unscathed. One unlucky player couldn't hold back his curiosity while casting Backstab, and stabbed the Sorcerer's Chocobo in the ass. The enraged Chocobo then kicked him half to death with a back kick from the furious Chocobo …
After all, in terms of leg strength, these moas were much stronger than Earth's horses.
The most idiotic thing was that after the guy was sent flying, he clutched his chest and laughed maniacally, "F * ck, so the ass isn't a vital point?"
The other players also laughed at the sight.
"Hahaha, idiot, you only realized now?" "I knew it a long time ago." "But exploding an egg counts as a vital point attack, so it'll deal red damage." "F * ck, what the hell did you guys do …" "Why are you guys so familiar with this?"
Even the Sorcerer, who had escaped with his life and was about to chase down and kill the heavily wounded Player, was terrified by the sight of them. Thinking that the lunatics still had some trump card up their sleeves, the Sorcerer hurriedly mounted his limping Chocobo and tried to escape.
Naturally, he was swarmed by the other players with teleportation skills and was beaten to death.
After the battle, Terry and Jim, who had been holding their breath, finally relaxed and slumped to the ground.
When the players were in combat, with the help of the Rule of Skill, they could fight as if they were unscathed as long as they had a sliver of health left, even if they were heavily injured or had lost an arm or a leg. But this kind of situation was quite taxing on their spirit, and after leaving combat, they naturally felt a sense of emptiness.
"Phew, it's all thanks to Mr. Edward and the others getting here in time, otherwise we'd have to wait three days to revive." Jim downed a Health Potion in one gulp, the carbon dioxide and sugar stimulated his entire body, and his spirit was slightly lifted.
"But is this really okay?" Terry's voice sounded groggy, as if he was about to fall asleep.
"What?" Jim couldn't react for a moment.
"Didn't you say in your post that after the quest is completed, the items in the village can be moved by other players?"
"… Ah."
With Terry's reminder, Jim remembered that he did say that in his post.
But the villagers had already left by then, so it didn't matter if they took the loot from the village, they could just blame it on the mountain bandits. But the problem was that not only did the villagers come back, they even helped out a little, so if they robbed them again, it would be a little too much to ask for …
"Yo, how are you guys?" Edward did not join the other Players to loot (loot) the battlefields (battlefields). Instead, he greeted Terry and Jom who were the discoverers of the incident.
He glanced at the coke bottle on the ground and said, "Looks like I don't have to worry anymore."
"Mr. Edward, thank you for coming to help." Though the Church of Games did not have a rule such as seniority or respect for the strong, Jom thanked Edward solemnly out of respect for the first batch of Players and the pioneers of the church.
"There's no need to thank me. It's good that I managed to make it in time. Remember to call me if there's a quest like this in the future. " Edward waved his hand. "And the magician enemies here are a lot weaker than the one that attacked the frogmen village, it's not that hard …"
"It's normal that we could make it, we spent a lot of money to borrow the stingy Uncle Marni's fleet of carriages." Gou Dan scratched his head. "And on our way here, we even broke the sled's board because we kept using Drift. I hope Uncle Marni won't mind. "
"Is this how you guys screw Uncle over …" Jessica sighed. "He's already in such a miserable state."
"It'll be fine as long as we give him some of the loot from this trip," Joe said excitedly. "By the way, you mentioned in your post that we can move as we please. Is this the village you mentioned in your post?"
Jom's face paled at Joe's mention.
He racked his brain to think of a way to deal with the current situation.
Edward and the others didn't notice Jom's expression and continued to chat. Or rather, even if they did notice, they wouldn't care, probably thinking that Jom was still recovering from the battle.
Jessica: "By the way, didn't Uncle Marni come?"
Gou Dan: "When I borrowed his carriage at the Grey Fjord, he was being dragged to the bottom of the sea by a man-eating horned rock."
Joe: "And you just stood there and watched?"
Gou Dan: "I wanted to save him, but the problem is that I can't swim, and my arrows can't reach that spot. Moreover, after I told him a number, he gave me a thumbs up with a satisfied look on his face. Then, with tentacles all over his body, he slowly sank to the bottom of the sea. "
Edward: "…"
Jom couldn't help but observe a moment of silence for Marni.
That was when the villagers began to gather, but the Players' insane display and powerful combat ability left them a little fearful, and they didn't dare to get too close.
Something bad would definitely happen if this continued.
It wasn't that Jom didn't trust the Players' moral integrity. After all, the Players were pitiful people who held a certain degree of kindness towards the poor. Moreover, compared to the villagers, the Players' lives were considered wealthy. If the Players were to place the villagers' belongings in front of them, there was a high chance that they wouldn't even bother to take it.
But the problem was that it was the Players' habit to claim rewards after completing quests, and even if it was trash, it was better than nothing.
Moreover, there wasn't any tacit understanding between the Players and the villagers, and if one of the Players made a foul-mouthed remark (which was very likely to happen), the villagers would think that they were here to rob them as well, and a fight would be unavoidable. After all, the villagers' passion wouldn't cool down so easily, and the Players didn't look like they had enough.
If the two sides fought, the villagers who were so weak that they had to scratch their feet would definitely be wiped out by the Players.
Jom wouldn't be able to live with his conscience for the rest of his life if he caused the entire village to be wiped out because of one slip of the tongue.
That was when his gaze inadvertently swept past a dying chocobo, and an idea came to him.
"Wait, Mister Edward. What do you think of those chocobos?" Jom asked.
"What do you mean?" Edward couldn't quite wrap his head around it.
"I mean, what if we could get our hands on a bunch of tamed chocobos? What do you think?" Jom began to tempt Edward again.
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