Chapter 159 - Find Nothing Searching High and Low (1/2)

At the end of this post, there were already a large number of Warlocks, as well as Priest players, who said that they wanted to learn from this forerunner and also contract a maggot to use as their magic pet.

These players were of average talent, and although they were much better than most NPCs of the same level, they were in the lower-middle cla.s.s of players.

“We don’t have much combat power, we’re not talented in PK, but we can disgust the other players to death.”

“Good point, good point, let’s form a group.”

“Not for victory, but for disgusting the top players who look down on us.”

“Hehe, that sounds interesting, I’ll join too.”

Roland’s eyebrows furrowed as he read. If this group of players who specialized in stirring up trouble really gathered, then this game was going to be chaos in the future.

In fact, his intuition was right. The “flying feces” fighting style that would later become quite famous, hated by all the female players and shunned by most male players had its beginnings at this moment.

The style of play was just making things as disgusting as they could be. At first, it was just physically disgusting and later developed into being mentally disgusting.

In the mid to late stages, Mages began to join them, hard at work researching a lot of strange and bizarre mental magic. Not only did the players suffer from it, but so did the NPCs, becoming an alternative force that really shouldn’t be provoked.

Roland closed this rather interesting post and found a few other ones to read.

After about three hours, he had finished reading all the posts about insights on magic pets.

The experiences that the players had summed up were more practical than Aldo’s.

First of all, the success rate of contracting a magic pet had a lot to do with the size of the pet.

For felines, contracting an ordinary black cat was not difficult, but contracting an adult tiger was almost impossible, and one player paid three head explosions for it.

In the end, he stole a tiger cub that hadn’t been weaned yet, and that was how he succeeded in contracting it.

After an animal was contracted into a magic pet, it would have roughly the intelligence of an eight-year-old-a wild boar’s was even higher, with the IQ of a twelve-year-old-and all magic pets were able to communicate with their owners telepathically using a mental channel.

Magic pets were not a hundred percent loyal to their masters. Both parties had to mesh with each other.

However, canines were extremely loyal, and felines were… well, everyone knew their personality.

Most avian pets were annoying, talking in mental channels almost every minute of the day, chirping, and taunting their masters, but they were actually quite loyal.

This was why most magic pets had strong scouting abilities, and they could use the mental channels to report what they saw to their masters even if they were far away from them.

It sounded like Roland’s scout-type puppets were useless.

However, this wasn’t the case. There would always be only one magic pet, but scout-type Spell Puppets could be used five at a time, or even ten at a time, in the future.

Those who understood the importance of intelligence could never have too many eyes.

Given the many benefits of magic pets, the sooner one contracted a magic pet, the better.

Roland made a list of most of the animals that he had access to right now, their strengths and weaknesses written on the back, and made it into a table. He looked at it and contemplated for a while, then got up.

When he reached the second floor, he just happened to run into Vivian, who was getting ready to go out.

The young lady had changed out of her magic robe and into a long, white, pleated skirt, and her hair was also let down from its ponytail to drape around her face, having the mixed appeal of maturity and cuteness.

When she saw Roland, her eyes lit up, and she came up and asked, “Deputy Chairman, are you planning to go out too?”

Roland nodded.

“I also happen to want to go out on the street to buy some things, why don’t you come along?” Vivian asked expectantly.