Chapter 580 - Who Are You People? (1/2)
Chapter 580 Who Are You People?
The fire feces Warlocks were quite intimidating amongst players. It wasn’t because they were too strong, but because this group of people had no bottom line.
Looking at the other players, who took a step back in unison, the Warlock, who introduced himself, couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. “Don’t worry, my hands are clean and I wash them several times a day.”
“I know your hands are clean, but that doesn’t mean I’m not scared,” a player explained. “Brother, when the fight starts later, please make sure your feces are thrown far away and not next to me.”
The other players nodded their heads, feeling deeply that this player was quite right.
“Of course I can be more careful, but this time there are a lot of fire feces players coming over, and with so many people, it is impossible for all players to throw accurately.”
The players began to s.h.i.+ver.
The image of the white maggot Warlocks firing feces in unison a year ago was still to this day among the top ten famous scenes of the game World of Falan.
It even far surpa.s.sed the second-place scene, with twice the number of hits.
This scene had even been circulated throughout the online world and anyone who had seen it would express their deep admiration for this scene and then offer their respects.
Just as they were chatting, more and more human-powered planes landed from the air.
More and more soaking wet players walked to the sh.o.r.e.
They grouped freely, gathered in twos and threes, and set off in the same direction.
About a day later at the location of the Spatial Magic Tower, the city of Tebesia: The black cat Maromatha came out of her house. She looked at the sun in the sky and covered her head with her hood.
The sun in the desert was very hot, and even professional women’s skin could suffer greatly if no precautions were taken.
Walking down the familiar streets, Maromatha sighed. She was a little worried about Roland and Marilyn the white cat. She had heard that they had some conflict with the elders of the Spatial Magic Tower, and she didn’t know how things were going now.
Yesterday, she went to ask her mentor, but the mentor would not say anything and just told her not to concern herself so much.
It seemed that things weren’t good.
She couldn’t help but sigh again at the thought.
After a few steps forward, she suddenly saw three professionals with very unique temperaments coming out from the corner of the street. They were human but very different from the human professionals Maromatha had seen. Generally, human professionals, especially mercenaries, had a fierce aura about them, but these three professionals, who were also dressed as mercenaries, gave off a scholarly feeling.
And there seemed to be some silliness hidden in this scholarly temperament, giving a rather contradictory impression.
Maromatha observed the trio for a brief second before averting her eyes, for it was clear to her that there were good and bad human professionals, but most of them had some rather troubling desires when they saw female werecats.
Just after she averted her eyes, the three professionals s.h.i.+fted theirs toward her instead.
And they began to whisper.
A werecat’s sense of hearing was quite acute and could detect sounds from far away, so she overheard their conversation.
“Look, a lone Mage, wearing gray robes. She should be from the Spatial Magic Tower. Should we s.n.a.t.c.h her or not?”
“Wait, there’s no red mark on her head. She probably isn’t our enemy, it’s not good to capture her.”
“Well, there’s always some intel to get. She’s a spatial Mage, so enemy or not, we can still get some information.”
“Makes sense, let’s go over quietly.”
Hearing this, Maromatha froze. Where were these three people from? This was the Spatial Magic Tower, and they were actually going to kidnap a spatial Mage in a place like this.
And it seemed that they wanted to harm the Spatial Magic Tower!
Maromatha’s expression turned cold.
She looked around. There were pedestrians everywhere, and if she acted here, she would hurt the innocent, so she planned to take them to a less crowded place first.
Maromatha pretended to be unaware and turned down a small side path.
Although she did not turn around, the werecat’s sensitive hearing still allowed her to detect the three people’s footsteps. They were following about fifteen meters behind her.
As expected, they had tailed her.
Maromatha picked up her pace slightly.
About five minutes later, Maromatha stopped in a barren sandy area, then she turned around and looked at the other three professionals. “It seems that she noticed us earlier. The enemy is smart enough to lure us to a place like this.”
“Make the first move, delta formation!”
“I don’t think there’s any need to rush, let’s negotiate first. Communication is the basis of everything.” Maromatha snorted. She pulled off the hood on her head, revealing her cat ears and face to the other party, while she said coldly, “No need to think so much. Just now, I sent a magical signal to the picket team. Soon they will arrive; all you can do is surrender obediently.”
As she spoke, she noticed that the other three froze and thought it was normal.
She a.s.sumed this was a typical reaction of hunters who found themselves turned into prey.
However… the next moment, the reaction of these three people refreshed her worldview.
“M-m-my G.o.d!” The first person to cry out seemed to be a Warrior. “A ca-catgirl, a living catgirl. Where is my comb, where is my mirror? I want to pick her up!”
“Ears that move, a real cat lady.” The Mage-looking professional did three backflips in place, then became incoherent with excitement. “W-w-we’re going to take down the Spatial Magic Tower and capture the beautiful catgirl alive.”
And the other rushed up to Maromatha and dropped to one knee.