The Golden Sons were kind and amiable.
That was how the ordinary people viewed the players.
The Golden Sons were proud and had no sense of hierarchy.
That was how the nobles viewed the players.
The Golden Sons were arrogant and unkind.
That was how most professionals viewed the players.
Different social classes had different views on the players because they had different demands for benefits.
Players were players after all. No matter what kind of conflicts of interest they had, they were generally the same to outsiders.
It was exactly the same at this moment.
The two liches felt that the liaison of the Golden Sons was very unreasonable.
Wallis couldn't help but say, "Since we're allies, why don't you help us deal with enemies that we're not good at? We'll help you deal with enemies that you find tricky. Isn't that a win-win situation? "
"No, it's not a win-win situation. Once we attack the Frostwolf Clan, we'll be the ones to suffer." The male player said unhurriedly, "You must've asked about us. You must've heard about the black leaf incident."
The two liches looked at each other.
They had indeed heard about it.
But more than that, they thought that the Golden Sons, as undying monsters, could be restricted, which was quite satisfying.
However, because of the restriction, they couldn't ask for help from the Golden Sons, which was quite annoying.
"But if this goes on, the Frostwolf Clan will demolish our camp, and you'll suffer indirect losses too."
The player laughed. "Will we suffer any losses? Since we can't cooperate with you anymore, isn't it perfectly normal for us to change our partners? "
"Are you going to break your promise?"
"We didn't sign any contract, and we never took a single gold coin from you. Why are you breaking your promise?" The player yawned after laughing. "We're only temporarily united because we have a common enemy."
The corpses' faces were stiff, but Wallis was so infuriated that his face was twisted.
Karna sneered on the side.
After a long time, Wallis said, "Aren't you scared that we'll leak your plan to deal with Roland?"
"Just leak it." The player smiled unconcernedly. "Then we'll really be unable to cooperate."
"You're not scared?"
"You don't know what's going on among the Golden Sons." The player narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Although we often fight to the death because of interests, we're not really enemies. We don't have any deep hatred towards Roland. We just don't want him to be number one. "
Players would lose 10% of their total EXP after death, so if Roland died once, he would drop from LV12 to LV11. At that time, he might not be the top player in the entire server anymore.
Besides, if he could kill Roland once, he might be able to kill Roland a second time.
Wallis snorted. "I don't want to care about you, but if Lauren learns about you, I don't think you'll have a good time either."
"It doesn't matter." The player's eyes turned cold. "When the time comes, we'll join forces with the Frostwolf Tribe to annihilate you. Liches all deserve to die anyway, don't you think so? "
Arrogant, extremely arrogant.
Wallis had lived for more than a hundred years as a Lich, and he had never been humiliated like this before. His face darkened, and he was about to attack.
Exactly at this moment, Karna, who had been silent the whole time, stopped him and asked, "Wallis is not interested in your affairs, but I'm different. I am a woman, I am very fond of the gossip. Friend, you said just now that many of you want Roland dead. Why? He's the strongest of the Golden Sons, and according to the information we've gathered, as a Mage, he's not the kind of person who likes to show off, and he has no conflicts of interest with most of the Golden Sons. Why? "
"Why are you asking about that?" the player looked at Karna and asked.
"Didn't the Golden Sons always say that you should unite all the forces that can be united and make more friends and fewer enemies?" Karna asked in confusion. "Isn't that how you do things? Why didn't you want to do that when you dealt with Roland? Since so many people want him dead, why don't you find more of your people to help him? "
"The more people there are, the more mouths there are."
"It seems like the fact that you want to kill Roland isn't something that can be justified even in your own race."
The player didn't care about Karna's sarcasm at all.
He stepped back and said, "After all, you can deal with the Frostwolf Clan on your own. We'll only share Roland's intelligence and help you deal with Roland. We won't care about anything else."
After saying that, the player left.
However, he didn't look very happy after he turned around.
It wasn't one or two forces that were dealing with Roland, but a secret operation that was being carried out in secret.
On many occasions, fame itself was something that could make other people jealous.
On many occasions, Roland had stood in the way of too many people.
Those people included, but not limited to, the magnates and the famous uploaders.
In the previous games, the magnates could do whatever they wanted except for the pure competitive games.
The more money they threw into the game, the stronger they would be.
In the competitive games, the famous uploaders would show their skills.
In the pure competition of skills, reflexes, and awareness, even if the uploaders were just comedians, there was always a place for them and the audience would exclaim in surprise.
But in this game, neither of those methods worked.
No matter how much money the magnates threw, they wouldn't make other people admire them. Instead, they would despise them.
"This prodigal can throw tens of millions in the game, but he can't even make it to the top five. Roland started for nothing and earned a hundred million. Not only can he make the best equipment and potions in the whole server, but he's also the best in the whole server.
In this way, Roland was like a mountain in front of them, making their throwing money look like a joke.
The magnates had no gaming experience at all.
The uploaders, on the other hand, knew that their familiarity with the keyboard and mouse mode and their extraordinary battle awareness were all useless in this game.
At most, they had played a lot of games and had some experience, which gave them an advantage in the early stages of the game.
But it was still useless.
This game focused more on the exploration of the world, the understanding of the world, and the thinking and cognition of oneself. Even the Warriors had to learn a lot of things when they were rough.
A new world, a new language, and how to deal with the relationships between people.
Seeing through the malice of the NPCs and not being deceived.
Bargaining before a mission, preparation and coping in a harsh environment, and so on.
This was a real world.
There was just the addition of the rule of "sword and magic."
But these were the weaknesses of the vast majority of uploaders.
Those who sat at home every day playing games and livestreaming, how many of them really knew how to communicate with outsiders and understand the ways of the world?
Many uploaders almost failed in their livestreams every day in the game.
They failed in quests, failed in managing their forces, and even failed in survival in the wild from time to time.
Since the hard noobs couldn't do it, let's do something theoretical.
So they wanted to explain the strengths and weaknesses of each class and how to play.
As a result, they were directly criticized by the players in the livestream: What's the point of talking so much? Get your ranking to the top 100 first.
Or they were often compared to experts.
And among them, the name that appeared the most was "Roland."
For example, this one.
"The Warrior class has more than a 50% chance of winning against anyone. After all, Warriors can also use bows, especially a 1.5-meter-long bow, which has an effective range of at least 400 meters. Any squishy skin is afraid of it, and it can be a long-range means to restrain the enemy."
Netizen: "Roland is very stupid. You want to compete with me in range?"
Netizen: "The Rogue class is the nemesis of Mages. As long as it's a similar level and a specialized stealth ability, it's easy to defeat a Mage. After all, there's only a thousand days to be a Rogue, not a thousand days to guard against a Rogue."
Netizen: "Roland, I'll stand here and let you steal. If you can break my shield in half an hour, I lose."
Netizen: "You should learn from me. You have to be tactful when managing your NPC network. You have to talk to people and talk to ghosts."
Netizen: "Roland, I've only been in the game for less than half a year, and I'm already the chairman of the Magic Tower with great power. You haven't even become the leader of a small organization yet."
Similar scenes would happen at least five or six times in the same livestream.
After a long time, even the most tolerant uploaders felt disgusted.
Then some of the rich and uploaders who couldn't stand it anymore secretly joined forces, ready to take down Roland.
They didn't want to kill Roland's relatives and friends in the game. They simply wanted to lower Roland's level.
As long as Roland was no longer the best in the whole server, what they did and what they said would be convincing.
As for why they cooperated with the liches, it was just a coincidence.
When they cooperated with the players' bodies, they accidentally talked about Roland.
The liches coveted Roland's body.
The bodies of the Golden Sons were too active. Whether they were made into death knights or leather cases, they were the best.
As the best Mage in the whole server, Roland was astonishingly talented.
Both Magic Power Emptiness and Magic Material Exemption were godlike talents.
If he died and left his body for his own use, it would be more than enough for him to become a Legendary Lich after decades of maintenance.
This player returned to his cave, opened a browser, entered a forum, logged in, and left a video of his conversation with the liches today.
About ten minutes later, an anonymous person replied to his post, "Retreat. We can't make ourselves red just to kill Roland. The virtual cabins are ridiculously expensive right now. If the liches can't stop the Frostwolf Clan, so be it. We can switch to other forces. There are bound to be other people who want Roland's head. "
On Roland's side, after he entrusted the search to the Phoenix Guild and the Frostwolf Clan, he began to study magic again and simplified the more interesting spells.
For example, oil-making and sugar-making spells.
After Roland synthesized glucose out of thin air in front of the scientists, they were all seething.
"Oh my god, magic can replace photosynthesis. That's incredible."
"If we dig deeper, we might be able to synthesize starch or even fat. Roland, you should learn chemistry. "
"No, think about it. He extracted the carbon dioxide and water from the air out of thin air. Can he extract the deuterium from the seawater?"
After a brief silence, the scientists seethed.
They were all blushing and excited.
The director, in particular, looked at Roland expectantly but didn't say anything.
Their superiors had told them that Roland could do whatever he wanted, and they were only obliged to cooperate with him. They had no right to give orders or give suggestions.
Looking at their excitement and the director's face, Roland asked, "Can you show me the molecular or atomic map of deuterium and bring me a few tons of seawater? I want to try it."
Roland wasn't a chemistry major, and he wasn't very good at physics. After all, he spent most of his time on code and algorithms.
But it didn't mean that he didn't understand such simple common sense.
There were abundant hydrogen isotopes in the seawater, but it was rather troublesome to extract them.
"Thank you." The director held Roland's hand and said excitedly, "We'll report this to our superiors. You'll be credited whether or not the experiment succeeds."
Roland shrugged, indicating that he didn't care.
A few days later, the seawater was shipped back.
In the past few days, Roland had read the files on deuterium.
A large number of researchers even whispered to him about the data of this thing.
While listening, Roland tried to optimize the spell model.
On the day the seawater was shipped back, Roland tested the optimized spell, only to extract abundant hydrogen.
There was no deuterium.
Not frustrated, he continued to optimize the spell model.
The researchers were all anxious, but there was nothing they could do to help.
It was because they hadn't figured out the mechanism of Roland's spell to this moment.
A few days later, Roland optimized the spell again, but it still failed.
He considered for a long time and realized that it might be because he was short of results.
There was no description of deuterium in the original spell model.
In the end, he added Lesser Benediction to it.
This time, after a series of exaggerated colorful magic resources, he succeeded.
Some of the deuterium gas was stored in a special sealed container.
But then, Roland trembled and fell to the ground with blood spurting out.
All the researchers were scared.
The nurses sent him to the ward as quickly as possible. Then, a lot of doctors and nurses were transferred from the nearest tertiary hospitals.
Just as they were feeling uneasy, a researcher handed over the scanned image.
Everybody's blood froze when they saw the scan.
On the scan, there was a vague shape of a human behind Roland's body.
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