mchenry-crisis.org Chapter 275 You get the benefits, I'll do the dirty work.
Chapter 275 You get the benefits, I'll do the dirty work.
"The celestial being is about to speak!"
"Quiet the hell out! Anyone who makes a sound, I'll chop them up first!"
One second they were pushing and shouting at the crowd, the next they became the most devout believers.
Chen You took a deep breath as he looked at the bizarre scene.
"I feel your enthusiasm."
Chen You spoke slowly, his slightly tired voice clearly reaching everyone's ears.
"However, you seem to have misunderstood one thing."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the Heavenly Jade Incense stick that was slowly burning, emanating an eerie aura.
"The wrath of our ancestors is not as simple as you imagine."
"You think this is just an ordinary monster siege?"
His tone carried a hint of pity.
"It is both an opportunity and a lure."
"It's so that you'll fight each other for petty gains right here at the entrance to this tiny tomb."
Chen You's voice was calm, yet it brought the players' high spirits to a halt.
Fighting each other?
Many players subconsciously glanced at the people around them, their eyes showing a hint of wariness.
Yeah, with so many people blocking one door, whoever gets to grab it first gets to keep it.
Who gets the equipment if it's destroyed?
The warrior player named "Po Luo Kou" frowned, sensing that things were not simple, but still stubbornly insisted.
"You Shen, do you mean... we shouldn't be guarding this place?"
Chen You did not answer directly, but instead asked a question in return.
Do you really think that the experience rewards from hidden world events in a main city will all be concentrated in just this one crack in the door?
This question prompted many people to fall into deep thought.
Yes, who is the wandering god?
That's the kind of man who single-handedly activated his destruction mode, and even the top three on the leaderboard demanded to be included!
His vision and character are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like them.
He said this place is a pit, so it probably is!
However, just as some players began to waver and consider whether to retreat, a violent commotion and shouts suddenly erupted from the back of the crowd.
"Damn it! Who the hell pushed me?!"
"Get out of the way! Let me in! I want to see the procession of the gods in person!"
"Look up to your mother's head, my foot! You just want to push your way to the front and grab a spot! Get back here!"
"Brother, you're putting me in a difficult position!"
"clang!"
The crisp sound of weapons clashing rang out, followed by a scream.
"You fucking dare to lay a hand on me?!"
"So what if we fight? Brothers, this bastard tried to cut in line, let's take him down!"
Chaos spread instantly.
Players at the back, unable to see what was happening ahead and hearing keywords like "monster siege" and "massive experience points," were afraid of missing out on a fortune and tried every means to squeeze forward.
Meanwhile, the players in front stubbornly defended their "golden positions," refusing to give an inch.
The conflict was about to erupt, and it quickly escalated from pushing and shoving into a small-scale brawl.
Multicolored skill lights exploded randomly behind the crowd, and the scene briefly spiraled out of control.
"Stop the fucking attack!" Meng Huo roared in fury, turning around. "Fighting in front of our godfather? Do you want to die?!"
However, his deterrent power was clearly far less than Chen You's.
The chaos continues to escalate.
Seeing this familiar "player" nature, Chen You was not angry at all; instead, he sighed softly.
This sigh was filled with helplessness, disappointment, and a hint of the weariness of "this child is beyond redemption."
Every player who heard that sigh felt a pang of anxiety.
Oh no, the wandering god is angry.
Our ugly faces as mortals have defiled the eyes of the wandering gods.
The player who made the first move turned pale, and could barely hold onto his knife.
Chen You raised his eyelids, looked at the chaos, and shook his head.
"That's enough."
He uttered two words softly.
"Since that's the case, I won't hide it from you anymore."
Chen You slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, his eyes so deep it seemed he could see into the soul of everyone.
"The real opportunity does not lie here."
This sentence, amplified by spiritual energy, resounded throughout heaven and earth.
Upon hearing this, the players in the midst of the battle instinctively stopped.
All eyes turned to Chen You once again.
Chen You raised his finger and pointed towards the direction of Qianguang City.
"The main force of the undead army has been suppressed here by the 'Heavenly Jade Incense' I set up, and cannot move."
"But its vanguard, a necromancer general wielding Frost... cough, the Blade of Sorrow, has led an elite force around this area."
"Soon, we'll reach the west gate of Thousand Light City!"
Chen You, without changing his expression, began to spout nonsense.
"That undead general carries a fragment of the blueprints for the ancient artifact, the 'Crown of the Filthy King,' which is the greatest opportunity in this natural disaster..."
He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, giving off an expression that said, "That's all I can reveal."
The scene was deathly silent.
All the players stared wide-eyed, their breathing becoming heavy.
Artifact blueprint fragments!
Compared to grinding regular mobs here, which is more worthwhile: intercepting and killing a boss carrying artifact blueprints?
It's obvious even to a fool!
"You Shen... what do you mean?" a player who appeared to be the guild leader asked, his voice trembling.
Chen You revealed a profound and unfathomable smile, "The resentment at the source is the most dangerous, and I must personally guard it here."
"As for that clown who takes the detour..."
He paused, looked around at everyone, and said in a tone full of trust and expectation:
"I'm leaving it to you. Go, and let me see that you are unmatched as warriors of this world."
The words fell.
Chen You's heroic image of "If I don't go to hell, who will?" instantly elevated him to an unparalleled status in the hearts of all players.
original……
He wanted to guard the most dangerous place himself, leaving us the most lucrative opportunities!
What a noble character!
What a selfless dedication!
Moreover, the area outside the city gate is open, so why are so many people crammed together!
We need to hurry, or we'll miss out on the fresh food!
"The journey of the gods is of great righteousness!"
I don't know who shouted it first.
The next second, a deafening roar erupted.
"The journey of the gods is of great righteousness!"
"We will never fail the trust placed in us by the gods!"
"Brothers! East Gate! For the artifact blueprints! Charge!"
"Get out of my way! That undead general is mine!"
The player army instantly changed direction, transforming into a torrent of steel and rushing towards the east gate.
The speed and momentum were faster than fleeing a disaster.
Meng Huo was closest to Chen You, so he naturally ended up at the end of the migration group.
He bowed deeply to Chen You.
"Godfather, take care!"
"..."
Chen You suppressed the urge to draw his sword and simply waved his hand.
In less than two minutes, the once bustling entrance to the Tomb of a Thousand Lights became deserted, leaving only Chen You.
And that giant ten-meter-long incense stick that was still slowly burning.
Chen You looked in the direction where the players had disappeared, put away his charlatan-like expression, and let out a long sigh.
They've finally left.
It's not just about the benefits.
Of course, some people will doubt Chen You's statement, and others will not want to change locations.
However, once most players chose to move on, those who didn't want to leave, or those who wanted to take advantage of the chaos, lost their confidence in blocking the entrance.
Following the crowd is the survival rule for the minority.
Chen You clapped his hands in satisfaction and turned to face the slowly opening spatial rift.
A fierce wind howled, swirling up a shower of paper money.
Ten minutes of preparation time passed in the blink of an eye.