Chapter 486 - There Are Lots of Weird People (2/2)
The comments on the screen were all ellipsis.
As soon as the match started, the three white maggots sprayed yellowish-white matter into the sky, while they plugged their noses with towels.
One white maggot was disgusting enoughthere were three now!
What grudge did these fire feces Warlocks have against the players?
The flying feces covered half of the field on the opposing side.
The five beautiful and fair-skinned Summoner girls were drenched.
Their forms couldn’t even be seen, as they were covered in thick, yellowish-white slurry.
The heads of the summons only came out halfway before the summoning stopped.
As if time had stopped temporarily, these five Summoner girls fell to the ground simultaneously, splas.h.i.+ng liquid feces everywhere and no longer moving.
Then the system automatically announced that the maggot Warlocks’ side had won.
A dense, frantic wave of comments now painted the livestream feed.
“Fu**, what the h.e.l.l kind of operation is this? I feel suffocated.”
“d.a.m.n, how can I fight against such an obscene battle style.”
“Can I abandon the match?”
“It’s all right, the chances of encountering a fire feces Warlock shouldn’t be high, as long your luck isn’t too bad.”
“Believe you, yeah right, you terrible old man. As far as I know, the fire feces Warlocks account for half of the total population of Warlocks, and the number of Warlocks is at least 80,000. The partic.i.p.ation rate of the entire player base is now over ninety-five percent, which means that at least seventy thousand Warlocks are partic.i.p.ating, and there are at least thirty thousand fire feces Warlocks partic.i.p.ating. With their ‘fighting power,’ their ranking should be quite high, meaning that if anyone wanted to get a good ranking, they were bound to meet fire feces Warlocks.”
“F**k, I’m forfeiting the tournament now.”
“Don’t be in a hurry to forfeit the tournament, we can make a complaint on the black ball projector. Make the fire feces Warlocks f**k
off.”
“Yes, yes, yes, there’s still this method.”
Looking at the projector, the F6 members looked at each other. Li Lin scratched his head in annoyance and said, “I take back what I just said. Even I can’t resist this situation, I have to save face.”
Schuck hesitated for a moment and looked at Roland. “Maybe we should forfeit the tournament too, I don’t want to get drenched in that stuff. Someone as handsome as I am can’t stand the humiliation.”
Though Schuck usually didn’t care much about whether his looks would be affected, in reality, he had a lot of “idol baggage” on the inside.
Imagine a super handsome guy getting drenched in something yellow and white. That would be a beautiful picture.
Roland thought for a moment and asked, “Schuck, I remember that Saint Samurai seem to have an aura ability that speeds up the spell construction process, right?”
“We do.” Schuck nodded.
“Those fire feces Warlocks may be extremely difficult for others to deal with, but it doesn’t seem to be much of a problem for us. After all, this stench doesn’t discriminate between friend or foe. As long as we can resist it, the only ones who will die from the stench are them.”
“But the problem is, we’ll get drenched all over, so we’ll definitely die of nausea first.” Next to him, Raffel was puzzled and said, “Do you have any spells to bounce those flying feces back?”
Roland shook his head. “I’m not very good at wind magic, but I’m good at Mud to Rock, so if we meet these fire feces Warlocsk again, I’ll use this spell to wrap us in an enclosed s.p.a.ce and wait for them to stink and poison themselves, and we’ll naturally be the ones who win.”
“Oh yeah, there’s such a move.”
Everyone’s eyes lit up.
At this time, everyone received a system message: According to the feedback from many players, regarding the maggot Warlock’s fighting style being too indecent… our event-planning team members approved the maggot Warlock’s fighting style after five minutes of discussion. The match will continue on as usual.
Roland and the others weren’t watching the livestream at this point, but they knew that all the matches were livestreamed and there must’ve been anguished wailing.
Roland stood up. “Schuck, continue with the matches.”
“All right.”
Schuck stood up and clicked on the option to match for opponents.
In less than five seconds, the five of them were teleported again.
On the opposite side this time was an all-trades combination of a Warrior, a Mage, a Priest, an Archer, and a Great Swordsman. When they saw Roland and the others and recognized Roland and Schuck, all of them revealed helpless looks.
Although they already felt like they had lost, they still took the fight with Roland and the others seriously.
It was just that with Roland’s various group buffs, their attributes were quite a bit worse than Roland’s and the rest.
Roland and Brazil, the damage dealers, didn’t have much to do, and the opponents were knocked down by Schuck and the other two on the front line.
With this win, the 69 team was back at the top of the standings, tied with several other teams.
Back in the closed room, thanks to the fact that the entire team chose equipment with stamina and const.i.tution regeneration, they rested for just over a minute, and then matched up again. The white light dissipated and they were transported to a rugged hillside.
They had the summit to their right, the cliff to their left, and a barely five-person-wide path leading forward in the middle.
And on opposite them were two acquaintances.
Hawk and Link… and three somewhat familiar-looking members of Silver Wings.