Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 33: If you can't beat them, then scare them to death!

"Boss, your arch-nemesis hit the jackpot!"

The Steamed Bun Immortal, clutching his head which had been split open, fought and retreated while wielding his half-sword with one hand.

It was quite a coincidence that, just as the other mercenary groups were enjoying their first night away from Pentos City...

Unfortunately, the two sworn enemies, Stormy Tyrant and Nebula Rift, were attacked by bandits at almost the same time.

The Heroes' Gathering successfully repelled the small number of bandits, but the Thunder Palace of Storm Nebula Rift suffered a great deal. Looking at the bandits, numbering at least two or three hundred, on the other side, Young Master Ming felt like cursing.

He only had thirty people on his side. If it weren't for the fact that players could resurrect, their camp would have been wiped out in one fell swoop by now.

"Ah! Gods!" A burly man with a ferocious expression, wielding an iron sword, suddenly changed his expression because the young man whose neck he had personally severed in front of him had actually gotten up from the ground and was now staring at him with his blood-spurting neck tilted to the side.

puff!

The longsword in the player Ghostfire Boy's hand pierced into the body of the burly man who was only wearing a leather coat as a pitiful defense without any resistance.

Meanwhile, the Bloodaxe Brotherhood bandits who attacked the player camp began to discover with horror that the enemies who had been killed were getting back up again just moments later.

Storm Nebula Rift, as the guild leader, also noticed this situation and immediately slapped his forehead, "I forgot about this advantage!"

"Brothers! Let them see the power of the Undead Legion!" Storm Nebula roared, his short axe flying out of his hand and whistling as it cleaved into the forehead of a bandit who was frozen in fear.

"Die!" A bandit plunged his iron sword into the player's chest, roaring, but his ferocious expression couldn't hide his fear.

After a moment of silence, the player raised his head again, gripped the iron sword in one hand, and revealed a strange smile, his lifeless eyes coldly staring at the bandits.

"Ah! Gods, forgive my sins!"

The once ruthless bandit had his mental defenses breached. He turned around in panic, pleading with the gods that he would never be a bandit again if he could escape this battlefield.

puff!

Why is it a crime for players to play Paradox Interactive games? It's like a stranger relentlessly chasing after a bandit, only to eventually chop him to death with a wood-chopping axe.

The battlefield situation was reversed in just a few breaths.

Realizing that the NPCs opposite them possessed intelligence comparable to that of real humans, the players raised their torches, allowing the bandits to watch as they were killed and then stood up.

Doro, the Brotherhood leader known as Blood Axe and renowned for his exploits in G. Doho, now watched in terror as his men, who had just been slaughtering everyone, were now being hacked to pieces like stray dogs by a horde of demons that seemed to have crawled out of hell.

"Run!"

They were not elite troops to begin with; they were nothing more than bandits and outlaws who were used to bullying the weak and had a knack for winning battles. Under the frenzied fighting of the thirty players from Thunder Palace who were fearless of death or even immortal, the two or three hundred bandits scattered like birds and beasts.

Despite the fact that a simple robbery could lead to the downfall of a bandit leader like Dorro, who was riding on a horse, it was hard to imagine that a single robbery would cause him to lose his power. The alpha wolf, who was unable to lead his cubs to get a meal, often met a very tragic end.

Driven by the desire to save his own life, Doro urged his old horse onward, galloping in the direction his men had gone to the left.

Unfortunately, Doro, who was trying to hide in the darkness, was quickly discovered by the hounds surrounding the camp. At the calls of the beast tamer players, the hounds whimpered and rushed forward to knock Doro off his horse.

"Get away! Damn it!" Doro roared hoarsely, trying to scare away the hounds that had torn him to shreds.

But things didn't go as he wished. Even after one of the hounds ripped open his throat, the other hounds showed no sign of leaving. Like hyenas on the savanna, they tore Bloodaxe's body to shreds.

"spit!"

Storm, who had two fingers chopped off with an axe, stepped on a corpse and instructed his brothers: "We were careless this time. Brothers, you worked hard. After I log off, I will send red envelopes to you in the group."

"Long live the president!"

"The president is so generous!"

The players, who had lost an average of two lives, were excited, but with most of their stamina depleted, they could only cheer weakly.

[Game-wide announcement: Guild Thunder Palace has become the second team to defeat the bandits. Rewards include one Black Iron Chest and ten Kingdom Coins for all members. The guild leader, Storm Nebula Rift, will receive five Black Iron Chests and twenty-five Kingdom Coins.]

"Tch, second place is second place. Compared to others, the reward is half as much!" Storm was clearly dissatisfied with the second-place reward, but it was still a reward they earned, and every little bit helps.

He immediately instructed the vice president, Mantou, to lead the brothers to clean up the battlefield, while he stood still and opened the treasure chest.

You have been granted one free revival opportunity.

Better than me, Storm turned his gaze to the others, and seeing that the others had at most unleashed a weapon of mediocre quality, he couldn't help but think that this battle was a huge loss.

Gathering up the scrap metal left behind by the bandits to use as spare weapons, Storm then pulled his old horse, which he used for transportation, to study how to ride it.

In reality, he had driven many luxury cars and supercars, but riding a horse was something new and exciting for him, the young master of the Ming family. It was truly the first time he had ever ridden a sedan chair.

When the sun shines brightly in the sky.

Storm, riding on that old horse with his brothers from the Thunder Palace behind him, discovered a village and were about to discuss with the locals about staying for the night.

But just then, they spotted their mortal enemy, Fengyun, riding out of the village.

The two groups realized upon meeting that they had traveled from not far apart the previous night. As a result, they had followed two diagonal paths and eventually converged in this village.

"Old Lin, how about we merge our two companies and make the biggest profit from this mission together?"

Upon meeting, before they had exchanged more than a few words, Bao Feng, who usually made insulting Lin Yan his catchphrase, suddenly grabbed the other's shoulder, his cheeky manner almost unbearable to look at.

Fengyun reluctantly moved to the side, taking the opportunity of accepting the bread soup handed to him by the peasant woman to distance himself further from the storm.

"Look, don't stay silent. If our two families are separated, we will be weak; if we are united, we will be strong. Aren't you curious about what good stuff you can get from that silver treasure chest in the mission settlement?" Seeing that the other party was ignoring him, Storm quickly moved closer to him.

The moment he encountered this arch-rival's team, he made up his mind that he had to drag them along with him.

Last night, his Thunder Palace was almost destroyed by a bunch of bandits, and he's only gone a short distance from Pentos.

Given the nature of that guy who created the little fireman, I reckon any bandits or thugs he kills before reaching the designated location will probably be counted in the final tally.

His men have basically lost two chances to revive, and now they're only able to revive thanks to the Kingdom Coins they have. To be on the safe side, he'll have to shamelessly join forces with Lin Yan today.

At least he had scouts on horseback to explore the area.