Scattering a massive player base like beans across this vast, fragmented, and constantly conflicting battlefield creates more chaos, isolation, and death traps...
This fits the consistently brutal tone of this damn survival game.
Players from other countries must have had the same experience.
Just then, a series of heavy, impatient footsteps came from the edge of the battlefield.
A leopard-man warrior, over two and a half meters tall and exceptionally robust, wearing crude leather armor stained with blood and carrying a rough bone hammer at his waist, strode towards the players' gathering place.
Its thick nostrils spewed white vapor, and its dark yellow beastly eyes swept over the group of disheveled and terrified human players, revealing undisguised contempt and disgust.
"Hey! You filthy, cowardly worms!"
The werewolf warrior stopped a dozen steps in front of the players, his voice like muffled thunder, and shouted in a harsh but clear Common Language, his thick fingers almost poking the faces of the first few players.
"The battle is over! The sun is practically setting! Why are you still huddled here like a bunch of scared rats?! Where is your base?"
Go back to your doghouses! Don't pollute the air here!
Its ferocious roar stirred up the already agitated players, with many instinctively taking a step forward, their faces filled with humiliation and anger.
Players are used to being powerful in the survival world and have always looked down on NPCs. When have they ever been insulted like this?
Having just survived a life-or-death struggle, and then treated like this, a suppressed anger silently spread through the crowd.
But the players weren't stupid. Judging from the orc's attitude, they knew there must be something the players didn't know. Perhaps the system had given them some disgusting character backstory.
Even if you really want to teach the other party a lesson, you shouldn't be the one to stick your neck out.
After the initial commotion, the crowd fell silent, with no one daring to stand up and refute, each harboring their own thoughts!
However, when the orc warrior's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on the figure covered in blood yet exuding a calm and collected aura, the ferocious expression on its face vanished instantly, as if by magic.
His grotesque beard even twitched upwards with great difficulty, revealing a distorted expression that was less a smile and more a twitching of muscles.
It even lowered its enormous leopard head slightly, as a sign of some degree of...respect?
"As for you, Your Excellency Centurion..." Its voice also lowered a few decibels, still rough, but deliberately with a hint of almost fawning gentleness.
The leopard warrior's gaze was fixed on Xiao Jin: "The battlefield has been cleared. Your heroic figure, like thunder piercing the night sky, is awe-inspiring!"
Please allow me to show you the way. Your tent is ready, located to the east of the tribal warriors' camp, with a wide view and away from the... noise..."
It deliberately omitted derogatory terms for other players, but the disdain in its eyes was still clear.
It turned its massive body to the side, extended a thick arm covered with thick yellow fur, and made a "please" gesture, lowering its posture to an extremely humble level: "Please come with me, Centurion."
You need rest; the tribe's honor still needs your blade to defend it.
This sudden and drastic change in attitude was like a silent hammer blow, striking the hearts of every player!
Centurion?!
All eyes, filled with extreme shock and a complex mix of realization, were focused on Xiao Jin, whom the orc warriors respectfully addressed as "Centurion"!
The channel was silent for a moment, then exploded with a tsunami of comments:
"Centurion?! Holy crap! Can we still have an identity in the orc tribe?!"
"Hiss... The system is biased! We're just cannon fodder, while the big shots are officers?"
"No wonder that werewolf was so nice to the big boss..."
"How the hell is this supposed to work? The skill gap is just too big!"
Meanwhile, players from other tribes also started talking.
"A bunch of idiots. It's not that the system is biased; it's just that those guys are too awesome. They were directly promoted to centurions after the war. We have several like them on our side, but they're just privates at the third rank."
Seeing this, even Xiao Jin couldn't help but become curious.
Tier 3 Private?
Is it a professional title?
Soon, someone began to explain the basics to the players.
This person has a high charm value item and obtained a lot of information by talking to NPCs.
Within the orcish tribe's legions, there are eight ranks from top to bottom. The stronger you are and the more orcs you kill, the higher your rank will be.
They are respectively: Private First Class, Private Second Class, Private Third Class, Centurion, Battalion Commander, Captain, General, and Commander.
Without a doubt, the commander is also the highest authority within the orc tribe.
Later, the Leopard Tribe players learned from the channel that only about a hundred players in this instance had obtained positions.
The largest group consisted of Tier 1 soldiers, numbering over fifty. Tier 2 soldiers numbered around thirty, while Tier 3 soldiers were the fewest, numbering only fifteen.
As for centurions like Xiao Jin, they are extremely rare.
Out of ten thousand players—oh no… after that battle, only 9,475 remain. Of those remaining nine thousand-plus, only six have this honor.
They are Xiao Jin, Salia, an unknown person wearing a cloak, Lu Jing, Sora, and Karim.
Among them, the most familiar to everyone are Salia and Lu Jing.
Both of them are well-known figures on the power rankings, one ranked 17th and the other 14th.
Although Salia is a woman, she is very generous and kind. Many players from the United States have received her help in dungeons, so Salia has a very good reputation.
Lu Jing is clearly the one with the worst reputation.
Players from country Z know that this person is extremely capricious, has no concept of good and evil, and has an extremely wicked personality.
Just like when Xiao Jin first met Lu Jing, this guy mischievously pretended to be an innocent little rabbit.
Many players have been scammed by him.
They wanted revenge, but most people couldn't beat Lu Jing, so they could only be angry but dare not speak out.
As for the rest, Sora and Karim, being well-known figures, are certainly not insignificant. While they may not be on par with the two mentioned above, they are still considered top-tier players compared to the average player.
As for Xiao Jin and the unknown cloaked figure, neither of them were recognized by the players, so they received far less attention.
On the channel, everyone was talking about those players who had been known for a long time.
Meanwhile, in a camp on a plain, Lu Jing looked at the screen in front of him with a thoughtful expression.
"With a knife...?"
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