Chapter 312 311. Ah, it feels so painful when the flying boomerang pierces my body!

Dorothy said that she needed negotiation assistants, but she only needed five people. This was clearly asking the young players to quickly elect representatives to participate in the grand event, and the three dump trucks who initiated this "debt collection operation" were naturally among them.

In addition to the current leader of the "Riptide Knights", the honorary knight Taipal and the leader of the student party, Ge Bao, there are five people.

Old players all know the reputation of these five guys, so everyone has no objections to this.

Of course, not all newcomers are convinced that they are represented, but they have just entered the game and have not even understood the basic gameplay. Now it is really up to them, let alone others, to do such a big thing that directly determines the direction of the plot.

They themselves are not worried

But after all, there are 214 players here, and it is not easy to unanimously agree. The chief of the Bloodclaw clan, Hogg, is escorting the goods towards the abandoned tax station, and there is probably up to twenty minutes left.

There is not enough time for everyone to discuss.

At this time, you can see the difference between organized and unorganized.

The more than eighty members of the Riptide Knights who came here found a place to collect their opinions in a decent manner.

Although they are a player knights, their RP experience in other games allowed their grassroots commanders to go deep into the captain level after forming a team. In this way, Taipal only needs a short time to unify the team members.

Views.

On the other hand, the other individual players were in a mess, and there were even a few guys with a bad temper who started arguing over this matter.

All this is under the attention of veteran players.

They did not have a complicated and in-depth discussion on whether to accept the Blood Claw Clan. Everyone had already reached an agreement. Since the Blood Claw Clan is a prestigious force supported by the players, it must exist!

Therefore, the biggest question now is not whether to accept it or not, but whether the "apology" offered by the Jackals can satisfy the players?

"This Riptide Knights is incredible."

The dump truck sat on a lame chair and whispered to Pigeon Bao, who was hiding in the shadows and wiping his staff with a handkerchief:

"Their organization is almost catching up with the player army that Brother Bang has trained so hard. I guess Brother Bang may be anxious for a while after these guys officially form an army."

"Won't."

Ge Bao was very open-minded. He waved his hand and said:

"They are members of the RP party. They focus on plot experience, and most of them have switched to administrative careers. I guess that the administrative system of Transia will have to be supported by them in the future. Those management-level things are enough to keep them busy. Just this alone

This determines that their combat effectiveness cannot be stronger than Brother Bang's army.

Moreover, lining up and fighting are two different concepts.

Brother Bang is a war madman and has no interest in management and construction.

He is focused on fighting. He is a professional. As the saying goes, don't use your own interests to challenge others' ability to eat.

But when the level of the administrative profession was raised later, and one person could lead four guards, the Riptide Knights could organize 500 people with NPC guards alone, and could even strategically influence the direction of a small-scale battle. This was no longer the case.

Something that powerful combat professionals simply cannot do.

However, Brother Mudhead, Meow Shark, who has the highest perception in our beast group, just told me that there are three guys in this batch of newcomers who gave him a bad impression."

Ge Bao looked around and lowered his voice and said:

"You know that Meow Shark is a hunter. After passing the Black Iron Trial, the vampire senses have been specialized into the talent of 'Killing Sense'. He told me that the 'Three Fish Brothers' have something that ordinary people don't have."

A sense of chilling.

They are dangerous.

Even more dangerous than Cat Brother.

Brother Cat is just a samurai swordsman. If I have to use a metaphor, Brother Cat is a sheathed sword, but these three guys are just unsheathed swords. Do you think the three of them are like this in reality?

"Shh!"

Hearing Ge Bao talk about this dump truck, his heart suddenly suddenly stopped, and he quickly blocked his mouth. The well-informed middle-aged man looked around, waved his hands and said:

"Don't talk about it, just play your game. No matter what their background is, don't have any more contact with them."

"Yes, just play your game."

Brother Shovel, who was always sober next to him, glanced covertly in the direction of the six people from the prodigal son in the border town, and reminded him in a low voice:

"It's strange that the special characteristics of this game have not been noticed by the higher-ups, but no matter what status a person is, being able to enter the game means that Alpha Company's path has been taken. Maybe they are officially sent here."

Representatives are here to supervise whether anything that violates the law occurs in the game.

This is actually a good thing, you know?

Freedom without supervision will definitely cause some things that no one wants to see.

The moral standards in reality are all mixed, not to mention that this game now amplifies everyone's good and evil tendencies. If you really want to degenerate, you can create some Chosen of Khorne or followers of Slaanesh on the spot in a matter of minutes.

With the constraints of the rules and regulations, when everyone knows where the bottom line is, many rules will naturally become agreed upon."

"Well, that makes sense."

Pigeon Bao nodded repeatedly.

He knew that he was a student and had little knowledge of social affairs, so he was very convinced of the judgment of these well-informed big brothers in this regard.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Moyou, who was riding a manticore, strolled over with a small bag in his hand and said to the dump truck:

"The results of everyone's drawing of lots have been tallied, do you want to take a look now?"

"Look at the fur!"

The fully insured semi-danger, protected by his four female guards, complained:

"There is a voting option in the player interface, and the NPC will count it, so why do we still need to draw lots?"

"Hey, doesn't this have to be a ritual?"

Touch your poor smile and said:

"For such a big thing, we must give everyone a chance to participate in the performance. You should write down your decision quickly, and then I will hand this thing over to the NPC."

After a period of commotion, the 214 young players finally reached a consensus before Hogg arrived at the abandoned tax house. Dorothy piled up the papers with the decisions written on them and looked at them pretendingly.

189 minor players agreed to accept the Bloodclaw clan and negotiate with them, while the remaining 25 people wanted to see Smuggler's Grove burn.

This decision was also learned by Murphy who was far away in Scarlet Castle at the same time.

The vampire lord who was engaging in "daily fencing" with Necessary Evil paused, and then expressionlessly marked the 25 player IDs who voted against it in his core orb.

These are the guys who need to be "focused on", but this does not mean that these young players are "greeded".

Totally unnecessary!

For Murphy, these little players with "destructive tendencies" are also his treasures.

Some of their disturbing desires can also be put into the right situation at the right time. As a manager, he must learn to make good use of various talents as available methods to achieve his goals.

"Refnor, give me a view, let me see."

Murphy in the scarlet corridor waved, took Necessary Evil in his hand, whispered something and then closed his eyes.

The next moment he closed his eyes, his field of vision seamlessly switched to the bird's-eye view of the blood-eating vulture soaring in the sky. Below was the scene taking place in the abandoned tax house in Smuggler's Grove.

Under the protection of a dozen gnoll barbarians riding hyenas, Hogg, the chief of the Bloodclaw clan, also rode an extremely majestic clan-style armed warg into the ruins where the players were "looking eagerly".

This naughty guy also put a flag on the saddle of the armed warg he "inherited" from Ken Porter. The flag on the flag was the emblem he designed for the Bloodclaw clan.

But to be honest, it didn't feel good to be stared at by more than 200 warriors gearing up. The Bloodclaw barbarians were all very vigilant, and some of them even had the manes on their necks exploding.

However, Hogg was very calm.

After all, it has seen the world in Fight Club, and it knows how to deal with these "weird mountain people".

After exchanging glances with Ms. Dorothy who was floating in the shadows watching the fun, Hogg jumped off his coyote, spread his arms and shouted to the five player representatives in front of him with a weird jackal voice.

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"Ah, my brave human friends! Since that dangerous night of separation, I have been worried about your safety. Now we can finally see each other again, and here is the reward I promised!"

It shouted several times to a jackal trainer behind it, and within seconds, a dozen hyena mounts with rough saddles were brought into the ruins.

These riding hyenas are specially domesticated. They are larger than the ferocious bloody hyenas to bring better weight-bearing and endurance.

Naturally, the characters of vehicles cannot be too aggressive. They behave very docilely. Therefore, when Hogg handed over the reins of these riding coyotes to the players, these ferocious-looking coyotes just howled.

After two sounds, he stopped struggling.

Seeing Hogg pay the mission reward neatly, the anger of the administrative professional players also dissipated a lot.

Especially when Hogg then drove the Jackals to pile up the various trophies they collected from Kenport's camp that night in the ruins. Such a frank and non-bargaining attitude made the five player representatives even more satisfied.

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They immediately sent professional accountants "One Punch to Explode the Galaxy" and "Ruthless Horse Worm" to come forward to count the property. After a few minutes, the two came to a general conclusion.

"It gave almost a third. Counting the ones we looted before, the smaller half is in our hands."

Holding a lion spear decorated with the Blood Vulture emblem, the Infinite Horsefork reported to a group of old players in front of him:

"Needless to say, the remaining ones are all 'benefits' to the Scarlet Castle Logistics Office. But right now, these can be exchanged for several thousand gold coins according to the exchange price given by the administrative office, and each of the brothers can be divided equally for about one hundred gold coins.
To be continued...