As a group of newbies, the non-server players were looking forward to the arrival of the players from the other four servers.
They thought that they would be able to take revenge on the Beastkin Tribe under their leadership and kill to their heart's content.
However, they didn't expect the veteran players to be so ruthless.
While they were hunting down the Beastkin Tribe, they were also killing their own people. They were even so cruel to the non-server players.
A large number of non-server players were taken offline by the brutal Battle Veterans while they were still in a daze.
At this moment, the non-server players were filled with grief and indignation.
They felt that the veteran players of the other four servers were useless. What was so great about bullying the newbies?
However, to the players of the other four servers, the non-server players were the ones who asked for it.
In their eyes, the warriors of the Beastkin Tribe were worth of Merit Points that could be exchanged for items in the Merit Point Shop. How could they allow the players of the other servers to take their Merit Points?
In any case, anyone who tried to steal their Merit Points was an enemy. No matter what server they were from, they would destroy them all.
The frenzied players killed their way forward, and the situation became more and more chaotic.
"B * stard, sneak attack! Do you think that I, a Mage, can't fight in close combat? Eat my staff!"
"Guild leader, fire the cannons! Blow them up!"
"That Assassin, don't run! How dare you kill our Cleric? I'll kill you! Die!"
"Kill, kill, kill! All the Merit Points are mine!"
…
The warriors of the Beastkin Tribe were scared out of their wits.
This was too cruel.
It was understandable that they were hunting them down. After all, they were enemies. However, they were being even more cruel to their own people. What kind of crazy behavior was this?
Even the leading priest was dumbfounded by this scene, and his body trembled slightly.
At this moment, a mecha suddenly appeared beside him. Under the horrified gaze of the Shaman, a silver-white Vibration Blade suddenly slashed at his neck.
As a Shaman of the Beastkin Tribe, although he had a high status, his forte was the study of spells and witchcraft. His physique was weak, and he had no way of dealing with the sudden attack.
Just as he thought that his life was about to end, a figure rushed over from the side and sent the mecha warrior in front of him flying with a single punch.
"Ahhhhh, this is mine. How dare you snatch it!"
Under the astonished gaze of the priest, this burly man with many jewels embedded on his body pounced on the fallen mech warrior. He raised his fist and punched the mech warrior's face.
"Kill stealing? Who the hell do you think you are? Kill stealing? I'll kill you. Believe it or not, if you don't know what's good for you, I'll smash your head first!"
The priestess gaped at the players killing each other. Her mind couldn't keep up.
He was actually saved by the enemy?
However, the Beast Devourer Priest didn't dare to stay any longer. He took the opportunity to turn around and run.
I almost died. I might not have such a chance next time.
However, in this chaotic battlefield, such scenes could be seen everywhere.
There was only one thought in the minds of the players of the four great servers. These monsters were all mine. Either they were killed by our players, or they were killed by our players. In any case, they could not let them fall into the hands of other players.
Hence, the players did all they could to save the Beastly Warriors who were about to die at the hands of players from other servers.
The warriors of the Beast Desire Tribe had never experienced such a chaotic battle before.
Some were protecting themselves, some were killing themselves, and some were killing their own people. They didn't even know who to attack when they fought back.
They always felt that one of them was on their side. Otherwise, why would they protect themselves?
The pursuit continued. However, many of the players had reached Level 100, and some had even passed the Ghost Commander Trial. There was no way for them to escape.
They were tortured along the way. As they got closer to the tribe's camp, the desire to live grew stronger in the hearts of the Beast Desire Tribe warriors.
They quickened their pace, gritted their teeth, and ran for their lives.
"Toot ~ Toot ~ Toot ~"
At this moment, a loud and clear war horn sounded from afar.
Upon hearing the horn, the eyes of the fleeing Beast Desire Tribe warriors lit up. They knew that reinforcements were coming.
The morale of the entire Beast Desire Tribe rose. They knew that the time to fight back had finally arrived.
When an incomparably large army of Beast Desire Tribe approached from every corner of the dense forest and appeared in their field of vision, the warriors of the Beast Desire Tribe finally stopped running. Instead, they turned around and prepared to fight back.
Their expressions turned ferocious …
However, they didn't expect the players to show no signs of fear when they saw so many Beast Desire Tribe warriors. Instead, their expressions gradually changed from surprise to excitement, and then to malevolence.
"F * ck, there are so many Merit Points. We're rich!"
"Getting rich has nothing to do with you. It's all mine!"
"F * ck you! Go to hell first!"
"Hahaha, there are so many of them. I thought that this would be the end after killing all of them. It's too …"
…
The players were excited as they faced the main force of the Beast Desire Tribe.
They had been fighting each other earlier because there were only so many monsters, and there wasn't enough to fight for. However, things were different now. With such a large army of Beast Desire Tribe warriors, they were like a mountain of Merit Points.
How could they not be excited?
"Kill!"
At this moment, the players changed their target without hesitation and decisively charged toward the Beast Desire Tribe's army.
At this moment, the chief of the Beast Desire Tribe, who was leading the army, was also stunned.
When he received the distress signal, he thought that the tribe stationed at the foot of the mountain was in danger.
However, when he looked around, he saw that the number of players was several times that of his tribe's warriors. He couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.
If they really fought this battle, they would have to use up all their resources.
At this thought, the chief of the Beast Desire Tribe hurriedly shouted angrily, "Stop!
Let's talk. Is there a misunderstanding? "
"Talk my a * s! Can there be soul coins in a negotiation? Experience points? Merit Points? "
"You refuse to negotiate! Die!"
…
Previously, the Beast Desire Tribe was unwilling to negotiate with the non-server players.
However, this time, the players who had come from a long distance also didn't want to negotiate with the Beast Desire Tribe.
To the players who had come from a long distance, negotiation was a joke. So what if they offended the Beast Desire Tribe? So what if they offended all the factions in the Blackwind Region?
On the other hand, they would only come for a few hours and kill to their heart's content. They would leave the mess to the non-server players. Would they be stupid enough to negotiate with them?
Hence, the players didn't listen to the Beast Desire Tribe Chief. Like a flood, they charged into the Beast Desire Tribe and began their massacre.
This scene left the Beastkin Tribe's Tribal Chief dumbfounded.
After all, the Beast Desire Tribe was a subordinate tribe of the Qiu Niu Tribe. The Beast Desire Tribe didn't give them any face by charging into their territory. They were basically trying to start a war.
However, to the players, they could just kill and leave. It didn't matter to them whether the non-server players suffered or not.
Hence, the players didn't have any qualms. They charged into the Beast Desire Tribe valiantly and began their massacre.
The Beast Desire Tribe Chief gritted his teeth at the players' attitude. He had no choice but to command his tribesmen to fight.
However, the Beast Desire Tribe Chief quickly regretted his decision.
He only had about ten million tribesmen, but the number of players was endless. He suspected that the number of players was equal to the total military strength of the entire Blackwind Region.
An invasion from another region?
When this thought appeared in his mind, the Beast Desire Tribe Chief couldn't help but shiver.
To him, a war between regions was a long and endless war. Only when a faction from a large region fell would the war stop.
This was too scary!
As the Beast Desire Tribe Chief, he felt that he was in big trouble.
Seeing his tribesmen dying in large numbers, the Beast Desire Tribe Chief couldn't take it anymore. He hurriedly ordered his tribesmen to retreat.
How could the players let them go? They raised their swords, spears, cudgels, staffs, hammers, battle axes, lightsabers, magic staffs, and other weapons as they continued their pursuit.
There was only half an hour left before the expedition ended. The players were also anxious.
They looked at the Merit Points in front of them, but they couldn't bring them all away. This feeling was too unbearable.
As players, their motto was to take all of the Merit Points!
Moreover, there were close to a billion players participating in this expedition. Many players were still chasing after the Beast Desire Tribe. They hadn't even seen what the Beastmen looked like.
The resentment in these players' hearts grew. They felt that they were only here to make up the numbers.
At this moment, their eyes were bloodshot as they charged forward madly. They wanted to make a killing at the last moment.
The players in front of them chased after the Beastmen with all their might while taunting them. They even cursed the Beastmen's ancestors. They wanted to infuriate the Beastmen so that they would turn back and fight.
This undoubtedly dealt a second blow to the Beastmen's morale.
The Beastmen were very good at inflicting mental damage. They could torture non-local players until they were hovering between life and death.
However, it was clear that the veteran players were more proficient in this aspect.
This was especially true for the original players. The factions they defeated had all experienced mental damage. It could be said that they were very skilled at drawing aggro.
As they chased after the Beastmen, a large encampment surrounded by wooden fences appeared in front of them. Under the tribe leader's command, the Beastmen at the back turned around and began to counterattack. The Beastmen at the front swarmed into the encampment.
When the players saw that they had already reached the Beastmen Tribe's headquarters, they couldn't help but grin.
They knew that the Beastmen had nowhere else to run.
It was time for them to learn what an evil faction was, what the Fourth Calamity was, and what the law of the jungle meant.
The flames of war were ignited. The players at the back arrived one after another and joined the battle.
Seeing his tribesmen fall in droves, the Beastmen Chief felt his heart bleed.
After this battle, the Beastmen Tribe would definitely suffer great losses. They wouldn't be able to recover without a few hundred years.
However, at this moment, he was more worried about the war between the major regions.
If these players really came from other regions, then the Blackwind Region would be in danger.
Regardless of whether they won or lost, the price they would have to pay would be incomparably heavy.
Although the Beastmen Tribe also believed in the law of the jungle, they were too insignificant in the face of the war between the major regions. They might very well be the sacrificial lambs.
How could they not be worried?
…
Just like the Beastmen Tribe Chief, the non-local players were also very worried.
Many players stood on the mountain and watched the clouds gather and scatter. They were so worried that they looked haggard.
At this moment, they didn't dare to go down the mountain.
If they went down, they would be beaten up. They might even get their heads smashed.
Whether it was the Beastmen Tribe or the players from the other servers, they were all despicable.
They only knew how to bully noobs!
All the non-local players were filled with resentment. They swore to themselves that one day, when the non-local players rose to power, they would pay them back double. No, double!
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