Unchung Mutsu, who was already in despair, no longer cared about anything else. His explosive strength was no small matter. The players who wanted to kill him were actually repelled by him. However, Lan Yi and Boundless Mang Mang were also experienced and extremely treacherous masters. Seeing that this guy was killing so boldly, they didn't send people to surround him. Instead, they sent some archers to hunt him down.
Of course, most of the archers were playboys. There was no need to mention how wretched they were. Unchung Mutsu was one of the most famous guild leaders in Cloud City, but in the end, he still ended up like this. What was even more infuriating was that these wretched people looked bored and unwilling when they attacked Unchung Mutsu. Unchung Mutsu really didn't get any respect even in death.
The warrior was kited by a dozen archers. The result was obvious. Unchung Mutsu finally fell in pain. Before he died, he hoped that Qianli would give him a quick death. However, Gu Fei was limited by his 29 PK value. He watched expressionlessly as Unchung Mutsu was shot down by an arrow filled with wretchedness.
Unchung Mutsu also had PK value. He instantly lost a level and followed in the footsteps of Black Index Finger on the tragic path of falling below the 40 mark. However, the situation of his guild was even more tragic.
The act of leaving a guild was like a contagious disease. Once one person started it, it would immediately spread to the others. Some of them followed Unchung Mutsu and were threatened with losing a level. There were also some who didn't even come. They were just tempted when they saw people continuously leaving their guild.
These names were not unfamiliar to many people in the guild. Many of them were the elites of Sheepcloud Guild. Their departure had a huge impact. However, why did they suddenly want to leave the guild? There was no information. While everyone was still confused, they suddenly realized that their guild leader's level had suddenly dropped …
Everyone understood that their guild had once again suffered a catastrophic blow. So many elites of the guild couldn't take it anymore and chose to leave. It was time for them to make plans for themselves.
Therefore, leaving the guild became a trend in Sheepcloud Guild. Friends who were close to each other would send a private message: "Are you leaving?"
The reply would usually be: "What about you?"
Therefore, in a small circle, as long as one person said "I'm leaving", many people would say "I'm leaving too".
Within half an hour, there were only 741 players left from the original 1,050. 309 players had already chosen to leave the guild, and this wasn't over yet. Many of the players who had gone to the dungeon were still able to receive system notifications from the guild. They saw the wave of players leaving the dungeon, but they didn't know what was going on. The players in the dungeon were also gloomy.
Gu Fei and the Han Family Young Master didn't know about the situation yet. However, Unsworn Sword, Against the Current, and the others knew about the situation through their spies. Reflection Time was stunned. He didn't think that their ambush would have such a huge impact after Qianli got drunk. He thought that Unchung Mutsu would only jump up and down and shout "We fell into a trap again". However, according to the report, the channel of Sheepcloud Guild was completely silent. Unchung Mutsu didn't come out to do public relations at this critical moment. He seemed to be tired.
"Sheepcloud Guild is finished." Reflection Time concluded.
"We're not far from it either." Unsworn Sword laughed. Reflection Time led the players back to the revival point. There were so many players with PK points that the chances of picking the wrong quest was much higher than picking the right one. Reflection Time brought over a hundred players with him, and each of them took a quest. When they returned, only 13 of them picked the right quest …
"This method is too inefficient." Unsworn Sword shook his head. Some of his subordinates even picked the right quest.
"It's not good, but they're all hiding in the revival point. There's no other way," Reflection Time said.
"We've already lost a lot of strength. I don't think we need to rush. Keep attacking them, and we'll kill them eventually. "Unsworn Sword's mind was clear.
Reflection Time was a little reluctant to give up on the upper hand, but he had to admit that the chances of killing Singing to Wine were not high. However, if they extended the battlefront and continued the war in the future, would they really be able to get rid of Singing to Wine? It would be difficult for Reigning The Four Seas to do this alone. They needed to gather many friendly guilds and work together. Only then would Singing to Wine have no more room to grow.
Reflection Time expressed his opinion, and Unsworn Sword agreed with him. In short, it would be difficult to control the current situation. This was basically repeating the old path that Unchung Mutsu and Black Index Finger had taken against them. They turned their initiative into passivity, and in the end, they were dragged down by themselves. Such a vivid example had just happened not long ago, and Unsworn Sword was quite good at learning from it.
However, the battle wasn't over so quickly. It was only the battle between the big guilds that had come to an end, but the small and medium guilds that were caught up in this battle weren't so quick to determine the victor. They were still trying their best to kill each other. The guilds that were forced into a corner and had no way to fight back would basically walk on the path of disbandment. The number of guilds in Cloud City decreased rapidly, as if they were going through a great purge.
Black Index Finger almost repeated the tragedy of Unchung Mutsu. Fortunately, Unchung Mutsu was one step faster. Seeing Unchung Mutsu in such a state, Black Index Finger hurriedly dispelled the idea. He had already compromised in his heart. Getting drunk with Qianli was a bad decision. Now, Mu Yun was done for. Ying Qi Studio, which had organized this operation, did not fulfill their promise of help. Intercepting and killing in the Black Dragon Mountain Range, using teleportation scrolls with ambushes to lure Thousand Miles Drunk into a trap … These beautiful plans did not seem to be able to affect the direction of the battle …
"Guild master, what should we do?" Many players in the guild heard about the ending of their biggest ally, Muyun Guild, and were all worried. Silently, a few members of the Black Alliance also left the association.
The infection of leaving the guild had arrived, but Black Index Finger was not as hopeless as Unchung Mutsu. He thought of the only hope for the survival of the guild: getting drunk with Qianli.
Admit that he lost, admit that he was wrong … That was all Black Index Finger could think of. It was humiliating, but there was no other way. Black Index Finger would feel even more aggrieved if the guild that he had built up collapsed just like that. Both sides were aggrieved, but at least one of them could give him a chance to be comforted. As for the other one … it would only become more aggrieved after the first one.
Black Index Finger expressed his opinion in the guild channel, and the guild was silent. No one expressed their support, and no one expressed their opposition. However, there was an obvious sign that the infection of leaving the guild had suddenly stopped. It was obvious that everyone supported him in their hearts. However, if they voiced their support now, it would make them look very useless. Thus, they would let the president handle the useless things. Everyone just had to enjoy the results of their useless actions …
"Black Index Finger wants to have a chat with us …" After a while, Black Index Finger's intention was finally passed to Gu Fei.
"Hmm, either he admitted his defeat and begged for mercy, or he is making a last-ditch effort to set up a trap. There are only two possibilities," Han Family Young Master said.
"We will decide the place, and he will come himself …" Gu Fei continued.
"He surrendered." The Han family's young master concluded.
"But in the current situation, it doesn't matter if he surrenders or not. After all, Sword Demon and the others in the dungeon will be released without a problem." Gu Fei said.
"He won't think that way. He's afraid that you will continue to cause trouble for them!" Han Family Young Master said.
"The matter has already been resolved. What's the point of continuing?" Gu Fei was very magnanimous, but then he added, "But in the future, prioritize them for wanted missions!"
"At least look at their sincerity in surrendering!" Han Family Young Master said.
"What do you think?"
"Do you know how much money I spent just to buy the teleportation scroll?" Han Family Young Master asked.
"…" Gu Fei felt that Black Index Finger would rather die in battle, because he would have to face a strong psychological and monetary blackmail.
Therefore, when the black index finger met the two of them, the thought of dying quickly came to his mind.
Qianli was drunk and didn't say a word. From the beginning to the end, Han Family Young Master's main meaning was basically one word, "Pay."
"There's nothing else to pay." Han Family Young Master seemed to be very wronged, "We can only use money to pay. What a tragedy …"
"Roughly … how much money?" Black Index Finger braced himself and asked. Even if he used his knees to think, he knew that this was the time to ask for an exorbitant price. He wasn't a rich person, so he could only collect all the money in the end. If he couldn't collect it, then he would close down!
"Let me see. In this battle, we used more than 200 teleportation scrolls. You know how much a teleportation scroll costs, right? "
Black Index Finger spat out blood. Gu Fei almost couldn't hold it in. This guy really lied without blinking his eyes. More than 200 teleportation scrolls? He didn't even buy so many, right?
Black Index Finger quickly calculated in his mind. Right now, the price of teleportation scrolls could only be higher, not lower. There were more than 200 of them, and it didn't matter if they were real or fake. Even if this was the price that the other party had offered, it would be 300,000 gold coins. Black Index Finger had a total of 1,000 players, and even if he split the cost, he would still have to fork out 300 gold coins per person. He just didn't know if these guys were willing to pay. More importantly, the young master of the Han Family still hadn't had enough. Clearly, he wasn't the only one.
"Very unbelievable. We originally had more than 100 people, but you forced more than half of them to leave. They were all top players in the game. What should we do with such a serious loss of talent?" Han Family Young Master asked.
"This … this person …" Black Index Finger stuttered.
"Do you think the person or the teleportation scroll is more valuable?" Han Family Young Master said.
Black Index Finger didn't hesitate, "The scroll is more valuable."
"What about the elite players? Especially the super elites that our guild lost, "Han Family Young Master said.
Elite my ass! Super my ass! Black Index Finger's face was full of tears. Who didn't know that you guys were just trash that came to make up the numbers during the city war? If you guys were super elites, then I would be the super GM.
"Black Index Finger, why aren't you saying anything?" Han Family Young Master asked.
Black Index Finger wiped his sweat, "That, super elites, how super are they? I really want to see them."
So Han Family Young Master sent a message and Drifting flashed into the room. Drifting had played in Black Index Finger's mercenary group before, so Black Index Finger wasn't a stranger to him. He was stunned when he saw him. The Han Family Young Master said, "Look, they are so super, so elite, but they were forced to leave the guild by you. What a huge loss!"
Black Index Finger was about to collapse. The person in front of him was indeed worthy of the title of "super elite", but the problem was that he was obviously a special case. Now that he was standing here, it was obvious that he would be added back soon … How was he going to calculate this?
The super elite Drifting greeted Black Index Finger, casually chatted with him, and then sat down as if there was no one else around.
"How many super elites left with you?" Han Family Young Master asked Drifting.
"About 70," Drifting said.
"Then let's count it as 70!" Han Family Young Master waved his hand generously.
"Well, I have a good way to calculate the value of super elites," Drifting said.
"Oh?" Han Family Young Master raised his eyebrows. Black Index Finger was suddenly full of expectation. When Drifting was in Black Mercenary Group, he got along with him quite well. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that they were old friends. Was this person going to help him now?
Drifting began to talk about his idea, "Let's calculate it according to the value of their equipment! There's no standard for other things like techniques, levels, professions, and so on! It's not easy to calculate. "
"But we can't find the others now," Han Family Young Master said.
"Then there's no other way. Let's calculate it according to my equipment. Those guys must have better equipment than me, but we can't find them. So, we can't do anything about it," Drifting suggested.
"I see! Then there's no other way. We can only calculate it according to your trash equipment. Black Master, you're going to make a fortune this time, "Han Family Young Master said.
Black Index Finger cried. He really cried. This is collusion, this is a conspiracy! Black Index Finger shouted in his heart countless times. What kind of character was Drifting in the game? These two guys could confidently say that other people's equipment was better than Drifting's. How could they shamelessly say that Drifting's equipment was better than Black Index Finger's? Was there really no justice in this world?
While the black index finger was mourning, the two fellows had already started to settle the score. Drifting looked at his equipment, shook his head, and sighed, as if he was looking at a pile of rubbish. In the end, he regretfully announced, "My equipment, if sold on the market, would only be worth about 20,000 gold coins … Alas, I'm too ashamed to see anyone!"
"Twenty thousand gold coins, seventy people, that's … one million four hundred thousand, am I right?" The Han Family's young master said.
"Yes, yes. Alas, I'm so useless. My equipment is only 20,000 gold coins, "Drifting said.
"You … You are too much …" Black Index Finger couldn't bear it anymore. Even so, he didn't dare to raise his voice. He just wanted to point out that there was something wrong with the conversion method of these two guys, something very wrong.
"Oh? Is there a problem? "Han Family Young Master didn't care." If there is a problem, we can discuss it later. Let's count the next item. "
"Next … next item?" Black Index Finger stuttered.
"Yes, next is the problem of how many people are in jail. In order to avoid being hunted down by you, the remaining 50 or so super elites of my guild had to hide in the dungeon. They sacrificed a lot of time. We all know that time is money. In the game, time isn't just money, it's also levels, equipment, and opportunities! Think about it, if these people weren't in prison and were training normally, they might be lucky enough to pick up a Night Streak Sword or something like that. But now, because they're in prison, they've missed out on countless opportunities. This can't be evaluated with money … But since we can't find any other alternative, we can only use money. Black Index Finger, how much do you think these losses are worth? "Han Family Young Master said.
"Tell me!" Black Index Finger was powerless.
"Tell me? I can't tell you. Time is priceless. It's hard to measure it with money, let alone in-game currency. "Han Family Young Master said.
"Maybe we should use RMB to make up for these losses?" Drifting interrupted.
Black Index Finger stood up. He really wanted to strangle Drifting. Luckily, Han Family Young Master immediately added, "That's not a good idea. Let's solve the in-game problems in the game!"
"Guys, you don't have to calculate anymore. Give me a total number!" The Black Index Finger was in despair. He couldn't afford the one million gold coins he had just spent. He wanted to continue listening because he was curious. He wanted to know what else these shameless fellows could do to make money.
As expected, the young master of the Han Family would never disappoint anyone. Next, he calculated the fees for Gu Fei's efforts to hunt him down and wash his PK fees, as well as the travel fees for the Reborn Amethyst girl who was forced to leave because of this incident, as well as the fees for Yun Zhongmu, who had specially come from Moonlit Night City to help him. Oh, he forgot, there was also Lan Yi and the others who had rushed over from the faraway White Stone City. They were further away, so this favor was even greater, so the fees would be even higher. Furthermore, it was extremely heaven-defying. Now that the city was facing reconstruction, the construction fees and the like had to be paid by the people who had destroyed it. After calculating all these bits and pieces, the young master of the Han Family wrote countless zeros on a piece of torn paper, then passed it to the black index finger. "I've listed the numbers quite neatly.
Black Index Finger did the calculation and came to a conclusion, "Four million gold coins. Hmm, that's it, right?"
"Maybe there's more that I missed, but I think we shouldn't be greedy. We should be satisfied with this number. If the guys who came out of prison are unhappy, it's my responsibility. I won't let them cause trouble for you. "
"Good." The black forefinger nodded. His face was deathly pale. With a wave of his hand, he tore that piece of paper in half.
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