LRAB Chapter 34: The Three Companies Join Forces
Chapter 34: The Three Companies Join Forces
How many of them are there?
The tall, muscular man had a thick, reddish-gold beard that reached his waist, and he always stared with his pale green eyes when he spoke.
The young Dothraki lowered his head and replied in a low, humming voice:
"Thirty people, maybe fifty people."
"Fourteen hunting dogs went out, and all that came back were you few stray dogs." Melo threw away the nearly finished bone in his hand, casually wiping his greasy hands on his large beard.
Melo, known as "the bastard of the Titans," and his second sons were employed under a long-term contract by Braavos.
Under the orders of King Braavos, his Second Sons, a force of five hundred men, along with other mercenaries, had been plundering villages in the Andas region that paid tribute to Pentos. Any Andal or Rhoynar who dared to submit to Pentos would be plundered by them.
Of course, the estates belonging to the governors of Pentos on the plains not only had to endure the Dothraki raids from time to time, but also had to stand by and let them ravage them.
Mero was furious that in what he considered his own backyard, he had sent out a scout team of skilled Dothraki riders.
He was brutally beaten up by a bunch of fourth-rate bastards he couldn't even name, who had popped up from some corner of Pentos!
"If we don't cut off their heads and then fuck their corpses, it won't be long before our Second Sons' banner is just a piece of burlap used for fucking ass."
The team's commander, Ben Plen, nicknamed "Brown Ben," has messy gray hair, brown skin, and a broken nose on his broad face, making him a guy who has very little luck with women.
"The lords of Braavos are already unhappy with our recent excessive behavior, saying that we only take pleasure in killing unarmed civilians."
But they turned a blind eye to the mercenaries and bandits who broke into their house. I think we can use their heads to shut the masters up.
The cunning Casparro, thin with a tuft of pointed beard, is unassuming in appearance but serves as the team's vice commander.
"You're right. The lords of the trading city-states are very suspicious of employing us now, so brothers, we can't afford to lose Braavos, this golden opportunity," Melo nodded, his fierce gaze sweeping over the Dothraki who still hung their heads.
"I gave 'Ink Bottle' a hefty sum not so you could tarnish the reputation of my Second Son Regiment. Now that the unlucky bastard who brought you here is dead, from this day forward, you are the scout captain. Don't let me down again!"
The young Dothraki man did not respond and retreated with a stern face.
"Ink bottle!" Melo turned and shouted to his men who were feasting around the campfire.
A moment later, a bald, fat man arrived at Melo's side, panting heavily.
"What can I do for you?"
"Give each brother fifteen gold dragons, and distribute the rest of the gold and silver coins. Let's set off and wipe out that fourth-rate mercenary group!" Melo's eyes flashed with a cold light as he shouted sharply.
"Roar! Long live the Second Sons!"
"Kill those fourth-rate mercenaries!"
"Let's use our swords to show those bastards that being a mercenary isn't something just anyone can do!"
Upon hearing Melo's command, the mercenaries nearby raised their weapons and howled in alarm.
Watching the mercenaries dancing wildly, Ink Bottle Tiberio curled his lip and pulled out a parchment scroll from his pocket, on which were written the names of all the members of the group.
The Thunder Palace and Heroes' Guild, two player guilds resting in the village, were unaware that they had been targeted by a notorious mercenary group.
Of course, even if the players knew, they wouldn't care. In their eyes, they were just a bunch of monsters. They weren't without health bars, so what was there to be afraid of?
"Damn, it's finally online!"
Not far from the village where the Thunder Palace and Heroes' Guild were resting, a player named Loves Pineapple Pizza logged in with a strange shout.
Unlike the guilds Fengyun and Baofeng, which directly give money to their players offline and require them to work overtime to play games, this guild is different.
The Templar Knights, with their small family businesses, can only log on after their members have finished get off work.
As soon as the game went live, the Templar Knights players were forced to start their arduous journey, as if they were exhausted from work and still had to play games after get off work.
Fortunately, after walking for a short while, the players who had scouted ahead discovered a village not far away where they could stop and rest. The group of players then suggested to their guild leader, "I Love Pineapple," that they stop in the village to rest.
Without much thought, Ai Chi Pineapple Pizza waved and led his team into the village.
Upon entering the village, they were immediately confronted by players from both the Thunder Palace and the Heroes' Guild.
Storm, who was discussing forming a group with Wind and Cloud, saw nearly a hundred more players pouring into the small village. His face immediately broke into a chrysanthemum, and he grabbed Pineapple, who was completely dumbfounded.
"Form a group?"
Upon hearing Storm's suggestion, the person who loves pineapple pizza hesitated for only a moment before agreeing on the spot.
He only found out when he logged on that the two leaders in front of him had already prepared a feast yesterday and even got a bronze treasure chest from the Heroes' Gathering, which made him and his brothers drool.
At this moment, of the three families in the village, the Templar Knights had the most players, but they were also the poorest, with only 10% wearing armor, and the archers in the guild were all mediocre.
Being able to shoot an arrow is only possible if the game character is physically gifted; in real life, these overworked office workers wouldn't be able to pull it even if they were exhausted.
Now that we have two teams that have fought real battles with people along the way, the risks on the road are reduced, and it will be easier to suppress bandits when we arrive at the destination.
Seeing that he had easily persuaded the Knights Templar, Storm didn't care what Wind and Cloud thought and immediately made the decision to announce the formation of the three-way alliance.
After a brief rest in the village, Storm and Pineapple, carrying Wind and Cloud, set off with over a hundred players.
They had no choice but to leave. The three leaders' greatest pleasure in the game right now was leading troops into battle, but the players under their command were a different story.
One went to the east end of the village to catch chickens, another went to pull down the old lady's skirt, he went to throw a javelin at the domestic pig, and another organized his hunting dogs to fight the village's stray dogs.
It looked like the villagers, young and old, were about to chase them away with hoes and pickaxes.
The players weren't going to tolerate you. They didn't care if you were right or wrong; they believed they were the most important people in the world. They drew their swords and glared angrily at the pitiful villagers.
In the end, Storm and his two companions didn't want to waste time killing NPCs, so after much persuasion and suggesting they kill monsters to loot equipment, they managed to pull these players, who were already obsessed with playing a real-life GTA game, away.
Viserys, who had been watching the entire process through the system screen, breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care about the villagers; he was afraid that a bunch of lunatics would eventually emerge from the player group, hacking and slashing at anyone they saw.
Nobody likes a bunch of lunatics, and Viserys is no exception.
How can we give players a little more control in this regard?
Now that there are at least three thousand players, shouldn't we impose some restrictions on those who want to enter the game?