Chapter 142 - You Can’t Even See God Slayer’s Movements Before You Die (2/2)

After all, if they died, they would actually be dead.

In the past, from a player’s point of view, Mike had never once considered such matters.

To players, NPCs and monsters were just a bunch of data.

Even gods were just a bunch of more powerful data.

Though now, Mike had a slightly different view.

They may really be a bunch of data.

However, they had their own thoughts and experiences.

They had all the memories from birth to death.

Even if they might have been affected by some kind of supreme will.

One still had to admit, they were no different from being “alive.”

At least in Second World, they were living beings.

Finally, Mike glanced at the bandits and said calmly,

“Go clean up the battlefield and take back the spoils of war.”

Hearing this, one of the bandit leaders finally reacted.

He pointed at the fleeing enemy soldiers and asked anxiously,

“Aren’t we going to chase after them?”

The other bandits agreed with his idea.

To the bandits, these enemies were walking trophies. How could they let them go?

However, Mike only shook his head slightly and said,

“Forget it, let them go.”

With that, he turned around and left.

The bandits looked at each other and finally gave up on chasing after them.

They were reluctant to part with the spoils of war, but they did not dare to disobey their boss’s orders.

“Since boss has said so, brothers, let’s start cleaning the battlefield.”

The bald, shirtless bandit leader said.

All the bandits raised their weapons and cheered, celebrating their victory.

Just as they were about to start cleaning the battlefield, the Deputy Commander of the Royal Guards, Lucious, took the initiative to walk over and said in a flattering manner,

“Leave the work of cleaning up the battlefield to us. What do you think?”

Hearing this, all the bandits stared at him, their bodies emitting a murderous aura.

This kid actually wanted to snatch the spoils of war from the bandits?

Wasn’t he courting death?

Forget about you being the bullshit deputy commander, even if you were the king, if you dared to snatch the profits from them, they would definitely immediately turn hostile.

Other than their boss, God Slayer, no one else could make them give up their benefits, not even a single cent!

Sensing the hostility from these bandits, Lucious’s body trembled and he quickly waved his hand.

“No, no, no, you must have misunderstood.

“What I mean is that we will take over the cleaning of the battlefield, but we will not participate in the distribution of the spoils of war.

“What do you think?”

Hearing this, the bandits’ expressions eased up a little.

However, the shirtless bald man still waved his hand impatiently.

“Scram. We don’t need your help in cleaning up the spoils of war.”

To the bandits, no one could be trusted in matters related to benefits, except for God Slayer.

Of course, it was better to clean up the battlefield on their own.

What if a few of these soldiers secretly hid the spoils of war?

Who could say for sure?

The soldiers were dumbfounded as they watched the bandits clean up the battlefield while looking at them vigilantly. They sighed one after another.

They just wanted to please them, but they did not expect it to be so difficult.

It seemed that life in the military camp would not be so easy in the future.

..

The bandits in the Hamina Basin were busy.

Meanwhile, the players from the Trolls and Dwarves caused a huge uproar.

The players who died on the battlefield were surprised to find out something.

They did not lose 10% of their experience points, but 1 whole level!

What surprised them more was that all of their gold coins were gone!

Damn it!