area51novel Chapter 27: Mercenary Group
Chapter 27: Mercenary Group
"I am Fengyun Xiongba, brothers of the Heroes' Gathering, you may come over!"
After Viserys blew the "dismissal" whistle like a gym teacher, the three thousand players became noisy and chaotic.
Among the crowd, Lin Yan, the third young master of the Lin family, wearing initial equipment and choosing the class of Lord, with the game name Fengyun Xiongba, appeared to the unsuspecting players as he raised his arm and called out, instantly gathering a team of dozens of people around him.
"Brothers of Thunder Palace, gather here!" Storm Nebula Rift, with his arms crossed, walked up to Lin Yan, his mortal enemy in the real world, and shouted loudly.
Similarly, as soon as the young master of the Ming family finished speaking, a large group of players quickly gathered around him.
"President, do you have a grudge against this young master Lin in real life?" Because of his "seniority", Mantou Xianren was appointed as the vice president of the association by this young master Mingyu, and also served as the logistics manager.
According to this young master Ming, he plays games for the sake of fighting and killing, so you, the vice president, just need to take care of the logistics.
Relying on this halo, even though he was not yet familiar with the patron's temperament, the Steamed Bun Immortal still approached him and asked softly.
"You don't understand. We've been used to compare ourselves since we were little, from kindergarten to university, and then to participating in the family business. This guy has always been one step ahead of me. I can't beat him in real life, but can I let him show off in the game?"
Young Master Lin glanced coldly at the second son of the Ming family, who stood opposite him, flexing his muscles and flexing his muscles like a child.
That gaze, as if an adult disdains to argue with a child, made Mingyu's teeth ache:
"What a show-off!"
The two sides, each with a few dozen men, were quickly overwhelmed by the massive wave of three thousand players. And these two guilds weren't the only ones recruiting new players.
The most sought-after units are the non-stick grenadier regiments that have official organization status in Viserys.
In just a short time since he went online, this guy has recruited more than forty fire mage players, expanding his grenadier squad to a force of nearly eighty men, making him a formidable force.
Meanwhile, the Templar Knights, who love pineapple pizza, expanded their membership to seventy. Unlike other guilds, the Templar Knights did not recruit any random players; all members were introduced to the guild by acquaintances.
For this reason, they were jokingly referred to by knowledgeable players as the "Spiritual Young Knights".
"Second Uncle, I told you this game was awesome."
Zhao Xiaotian withdrew his gaze from the thirty newly joined Zhao family bodyguards—no, new players—and looked with a fawning expression at his second uncle, Zhao Wuji, whose game model was a head taller than him.
Zhao Wuji, whose game ID is Fudo Myo-o, snapped out of his shock and turned around to pat Zhao Xiaotian on the shoulder:
"Hey Xiaotian, you've really done a great service to the family this time. This game is so realistic. Honestly, even people who don't like games will eventually get hooked on it. After all, who wouldn't want to have a dozen or more hours in a day?"
"Who wouldn't want to..." Zhao Wuji's gaze fell on his third brother's legs. He didn't say the rest of his sentence, but everyone understood.
"Who doesn't want to be like a normal person, able to run and jump, right, second brother?" Zhao Zhengxiong casually finished the sentence for his second brother.
Watching his third brother take a deep breath and feel the air of this world, Zhao Wuji once again felt the potential and power of this game.
"So it was all thanks to you, sir!"
In the corner, dozens of figures shrouded in black robes stared intently at the slender finger rat who was actually a duck.
"Of course, without me, where would the non-stick grenadier regiment come from? Would those veteran players be able to wear their equipment so easily?"
Other guilds recruit by either throwing money at them or promising benefits, but the Brotherhood Without Flags, which treats people like ducks, recruits by bragging.
Sure enough, with the encouragement of his guild members, "Pointing at a Mouse and Calling it a Duck" quickly attracted twenty or thirty new players who had chosen the assassin class.
"Don't be fooled by those fire-playing, bed-wetting bastards who have official positions; they're nothing compared to us. Our chairman enjoys His Majesty's deep trust. As the saying goes, 'He's the one in the Emperor's heart!'"
As the main comedian supporting the guild leader, player Flying Bat gave a thumbs-up, feeling honored.
"Our Flagless Brotherhood will be the Ming Dynasty's Imperial Guards in the future, with flying fish robes and embroidered spring knives, you know?" Another straight man, Caramel Cotton, who was like a pair of sirens with Flying Bat, was also stirring up the emotions of the new players.
Throughout history, both in China and abroad, he's probably the only one who gets things done by bragging. Calling a mouse a duck, he feels like Buggy the Clown from One Piece, with a bunch of people following him around without him even realizing it.
Of course, although the team was built up by boasting, the team still didn't intend to skimp on the benefits for its members. They announced that each member would receive a 1,000 RMB red envelope after logging off.
This move immediately drew cheers from the newly joined players.
On that day, the governors of Pentos discovered that dozens of mercenary groups of all sizes had suddenly flooded into the city.
Furthermore, most of these mercenary groups expressed their willingness to secretly fight for Pentos through Governor Illyrio.
After discussing it privately, the governors of Pentos decided to hire these mercenary groups.
Although Braavos suppressed the number of his troops, Pentos has always kept the city's garrison at around two thousand men.
But ever since Pentos gained a slight advantage in the last war with Braavos, the never-so-honest governors have secretly begun to contact and hire mercenaries.
"We need soldiers, covertly; our war with Braavos has never stopped."
In Gödöh, on the plains, in the fields, and deep in the mountains, we have never ceased our war against the Brotherhood supported by Braavos, the bandits, and the Andals and Rhoynas.
In this meeting without Prince Pentos, a fat governor weighing a good three hundred pounds stepped forward and spoke.
"Why isn't Illyrio here? Didn't those mercenaries get in touch with him?" a short governor asked, looking around.
"He's just a nouveau riche, all he wants is to put on airs. We won't let him have his way. Let's talk," a bald governor said dismissively, showing no regard for Illyrio.
"It doesn't matter. We need soldiers. Those barbaric centaurs only know how to take and never serve us. Now that so many mercenary groups are coming to us, what reason do we have not to let them tear those Braavos lackeys apart?"
The elderly governor seemed to be drowsy, but his faint words could be heard by every governor present.
"Then inform His Majesty the Prince to hire these mercenaries to fight for Pentos."
The governors finally finalized the hiring of mercenaries in Illyrio's absence.
As the governors said: the war between Pentos and Braavos never ceased.