My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1192 - 403. ’Night of the Ghoul’ event rerun, classic equipment waiting for you to claim - [Extra 10/10]_2

Chapter 1192: 403. ’Night of the Ghoul’ event rerun, classic equipment waiting for you to claim - [Extra 10/10]_2

"What the fuck," Stick Brother said proudly, waving his "artistic" coiffed fringe, and with a wave of his hand, he said,

"Artist, get it? I have my own little gallery in real life. Water Sister is the one who invited me to play this game and take an apprentice along. Speaking of which, I just got here and still don’t quite get it. What should I do now? Go do the main quests to look for displaced civilians?"

"No, no, no, when you first join the game you need to class change and learn the basic skills first, otherwise, on the Xike Plains, watch out you don’t get snatched up by a wolf. Come on, follow me, I’ll take you to change classes."

Su was leading this self-proclaimed "artist" down into the sewers.

The Blood Rat Gang had just opened up "new business," and Lady Triss had placed a copy of the Necromancer Occupation Change Book at the Blood Rat Gang’s base, making it so that players who wanted to follow the path of the warlock wouldn’t have to interrupt her pleasant fishing trips every day.

This time, Su’s recruitment work for his guild only yielded one result: "What the fuck."

Of the other new players who joined, some were lucky bastards, and others were ex-veterans recruited by Stick Brother. They all had their own destinations, and the few lone wolf players left had no interest in the dark playstyle. They scoffed at the path of the warlock, wanting instead to become Transylvania’s warriors.

Truly regrettable.

Half an hour later, the freshly minted "Cunning Magician" Stick Brother, dressed in a black apprentice robe and gripping an apprentice staff, followed the other members of the Eight Elites excitedly through the sewers.

They had just accepted a mission from the Blood Rat Gang to scout an underground cavern, which was a perfect chance to familiarize the new brother with the gameplay.

"The game feels good everywhere but is a bit limited when it comes to the races."

As Stick Brother swung his staff around, itching to try out his new skill "Corrosive Touch," he complained to the others,

"I’ve always wanted to pick an orc, you know? One with the image of Gul’dan. I really like the tragic story and the dark energy of that guy. He’s a real villain, the kind that never turns good.

Isn’t that also a form of artistic tragedy?

By the way, there should be orcs in Transylvania, right?

Will the game ever introduce a race-change feature in the future?"

"Orcs, never heard of them."

The leader of the Eight Elites, the Sky Devil Xi Mu, commanding his two undead shield holders to clear the way at the front, shook his head as he said,

"But I’ve heard from the Wolf People that there’s a mishmash of races in the Dark Mountain Range, and all sorts of secretive species that haven’t been discovered might lurk there, possibly including orcs.

As for changing races, there have always been true and false rumors on the forums, but as of yet, there isn’t a definitive answer.

In my opinion, they definitely will open it up!

Otherwise, why would the dev team go through all the trouble of creating unique models for dwarves and elves? And what about those human sub-types represented by the Mountain People? It would be a waste of resources not to let players experience all these races on the Continent."

"Mmm, that’s great."

The newbie Stick Brother was immediately convinced by these "big shots," but he failed to realize an important issue: The Eight Elites had only been in the game a week longer than he had...

Theoretically, these eight guys were still in newbie territory.

"We’ll finish this patrol mission just after turning this corner."

Water Demon Basha, who was a bit shorter, threw an Illumination Skill down the dark tunnel ahead like a flare, arcing and falling, lighting up the intersection ahead.

He turned to the brothers behind him and said,

"It’s a shame that bastard Bo Gang killed himself with his human bomb tactic, otherwise it would have been so cool to have all eight brothers here on the mission together."

"You should be thankful to our brother Bo Gang for sacrificing himself to take down a Barbarian Soldier, which is why we have this gear on us now."

Sky Devil Xi Mu, touching the bone shield strapped to his arm, grimaced and said,

"I really don’t know how those old players get their hands on such good equipment. I’ve been in the game for so long, and the best loot I’ve got is this finely-crafted shield. Even earning reputation is so hard! This damn game doesn’t have anything like daily missions.

All quests are one-offs, you have to rely on snatching them and sharing with other players."

"Don’t be in a hurry, this isn’t a level-grinding game, everyone should play happily and fill up on fun."

Fire Demon Sanctus, the tallest and a Coffin Bearer, who was carrying a hefty Wolf People war hammer, laughed heartily. Although he was Coffin Bearer, it would really be a waste if such a physically fit person didn’t engage in melee combat, so he took up Gladiator as his secondary profession and served as the tank for the Eight Elites.

You wouldn’t think it with all these guys following the Warlock path, but their occupational matchups were actually quite clever.

Apart from lacking a healer, they had everything from shield holder to melee fighter, and even ranged archers and Psychics. They owed this to "Real Different World" granting players three career slots, allowing them to enjoy a variety of gameplay combinations.

"There’s some movement ahead!"

Sky Devil Xi Mu was about to pass on some "experienced warlock knowledge" to his new buddy Stick Brother, when his ears twitched, and he frowned and said to the others,

"I hear scratching on the walls... Didn’t they say the monsters in the sewers were all cleared out by old players? Besides rats, there should only be some weird stuff left here. Why is there such noise?"