Seeing that Junlin and his team had already begun their counterattack, the rest of the players couldn't wait any longer. They started forming small groups, cooperating with one another. After all, weapons were available on the corpses of Black Wind Stronghold's underlings, ready to be taken and used. What was there to fear?
Among the players, "Abbess, Don't Love Me" looked around but seemed unable to find anyone willing to team up with him, which caused his brow to furrow. To be honest, he didn't really want to form a team, considering the issue of distributing Contribution Points. So, should he go solo? "Abbess, Don't Love Me" made his way to the back of the crowd, then walked alone around the perimeter stakes of Black Wind Stronghold.
「The back gate on the other side of Black Wind Stronghold.」
As the players began their counterattack, nearly all of Black Wind Stronghold's people had gone to the front, leaving the back gate unguarded. "Abbess, Don't Love Me" crouched and ran inside, then locked the back door with the iron chain that hung over it. After ensuring that no one could escape from there, he turned his attention to the situation inside Black Wind Stronghold. There were quite a few wooden houses here. Apart from some common people who had been captured, these were the rooms where the people of Black Wind Stronghold lived. "Abbess, Don't Love Me" casually entered one of the rooms, and then he just froze there…
[Player: "Abbess, Don't Love Me".]
[Identity: Profound Yellow Sect Disciple.]
[Equipment: None.]
[Realm: None.]
[Talent: Great Fortune.]
Among the players, only four possessed a Talent. Besides Morgana, "Abbess, Don't Love Me" was one of them. And his Talent was also an extremely rare 'European Emperor' attribute.
[Great Fortune: In gambling, exploration, searching… and other specific situations, receive the special bonus "Luck" which triggers a one hundred percent chance of good fortune.]
「In the room.」
"Abbess, Don't Love Me" looked at the neatly stacked boxes, smelled the gunpowder in the air, and felt a surge of energy. Good heavens. Was this the enhancement from his Talent? While other players were still exhausting themselves fighting, had he just stumbled upon Gunpowder Bullets? Looking at the Gunpowder Bullets in the box, each with a fuse attached, he was thrilled.
Try it! He had to try it! If he didn't give it a try, wouldn't he be letting down his Talent? "Abbess, Don't Love Me" took a Gunpowder Bullet and walked out. Right there in the corner by the door was a tinder! TSK TSK. If I had this kind of luck in real life, wouldn't I be winning the lottery every day?
He edged along the side of the house and soon saw everyone clashing near the entrance. Finding a relatively even patch of ground, "Abbess, Don't Love Me" used the tinder to light the fuse of the Gunpowder Bullet, then bowled it out like a bowling ball.
"Fire in the hole!"
The Gunpowder Bullet rolled along the ground, its fuse burning rapidly. The people of Black Wind Stronghold would never have imagined that their rear had been infiltrated, and that their own Gunpowder Bullets were being used against them. The most terrifying thing was that a Gunpowder Bullet was rolling right toward them.
The players now held the advantage and began to overwhelmingly crush their opposition. After all, no matter how many times they died, they could ensure that thirty players remained active, which was a nightmare for the people of Black Wind Stronghold. And with Mountain-Flipping Dragon preoccupied by Xu Nian, it wasn't easy for him to directly target other players. Both were Ninth-Grade Martial Artists. Neither wanted the other to harm their own people. But… if they didn't act soon, Black Wind Stronghold wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
"Watch out, hand grenade!" a loud shout came from behind the battling players.
"Hand grenade? Where's the hand grenade?"
"Do you think you're playing CSGO? Why not bring a sniper rifle then?"
"Holy shit, what is this? Since when are grenades this big? Move it!"
"Damn, damn, damn, who the hell did this? Disregarding martial virtue, huh?"
"..."
Xu Nian's face turned pitch black as he watched the Gunpowder Bullet roll towards them. Was this done by a player? If such a large Gunpowder Bullet exploded, wouldn't it kill him, a Ninth-Grade Martial Artist? Just as he was about to retreat, the Gunpowder Bullet hit a pebble, changed direction, and rolled to a stop at Mountain-Flipping Dragon's feet. Even Xu Nian's eyes widened at this scene.
"That..." As Xu Nian hesitated, wondering whether to shout a warning, the fuse of the Gunpowder Bullet completely burned out.
BOOM—
A muffled explosion resounded. The ground shook violently, dust billowed everywhere, and everyone was thrown to the ground by the terrifying force.
"Damn it, what's happening? An earthquake?"
"That bastard who shouted 'hand grenade'! Don't you dare leave! I need to have a heart-to-heart talk with you."
"That scared me to death! That thing rolled right by my foot. The gunpowder smell was so pungent; how much could have been packed in there?"
"We agreed to use swords and blades, and you resort to firearms?!"
"..."
The players scrambled to their feet, cursing. A few with sharp eyes immediately lunged forward, mercilessly finishing off the remaining lackeys of Black Wind Stronghold. As for their leader, Mountain-Flipping Dragon, it was doubtful if enough of him remained to piece together a complete corpse. However, at the site of the explosion, a pitch-black dagger appeared, looking very eerie.
The culprit, "Abbess, Don't Love Me," swallowed nervously while hiding behind a house. He hadn't expected the Gunpowder Bullet to be so powerful. Had he known, he wouldn't have used it.
Amidst the settling dust, the players finished off all of Black Wind Stronghold's men and then received a System prompt.
"Task completed. Congratulations to player *** for earning 100 Contribution Points."
With the reward credited, the players all let out a collective sigh of relief, slumping to the ground, exhausted. One hundred Contribution Points were enough for a significant boost in their power.
At this moment, they also understood why Morgana was so fierce. It was all about Contribution Points for secret manuals! To become stronger, one needed Contribution Points. The more points one had, the better the secret manuals they could exchange. Who wouldn't want better secret manuals?
"Look, what's that?"
"Holy crap, did the Boss drop equipment?"
"Shoot, I can't pick it up! Whoever killed the Boss, come get your equipment! Let us see the stats of the first piece of equipment to drop in the entire game!"
"Which brother got the kill? Selling it? We can do an Offline Trading; money's no object!"
"..."
Players were extremely interested in the dropped weapon. At this stage, players were all using ordinary blades; only Morgana wielded a common axe. This first weapon, it can't be ordinary, right? A weapon dropped on the very first day! Even if it wasn't a Fine Item, it would still be worth a lot of money.
"Abbess, Don't Love Me" squeezed out from the crowd of players and awkwardly picked up the black dagger.
"Uh… I didn't expect the hand grenade to be so powerful. Anyway, it didn't hurt any of you brothers, so… can we just let it slide?"