Chapter 47: Liars’ Meeting
Chapter 47: Liars’ Meeting
Later, he encountered three teams of players, which added up to dozens of people. Relying on their large numbers and equipped with a lot of rattan and stone chips, they wanted to meet the invincible Philip on the stage.
The three teams of players temporarily formed an alliance because of common interests.
As we all know, the fight in the ring can only be one-on-one. If the enemy is strong and I am weak, I cannot win.
It's different here now. A group of people are surrounding a stupid prince who has not prepared his weapons. Isn't it easier to eliminate him than for a wild fox to catch a domestic chicken?
So, when these people rushed forward, even if they hugged the opponent and controlled him, their teammates could still kill him with one punch each.
It’s a pity that although there are many people, most of them are just idiots who want to make a living and have no real skills.
Philip held down the shoulder of one of the people besieging him, stood up and jumped out of the encirclement, then knocked down three people around him with his punches and kicks. The whole process took no more than a minute.
Another group of 7 or 8 people no longer dared to release the water casually. They picked up the rattan sticks and rushed forward, swinging them. One of them accidentally hit another person in the face, and that person cursed him on the spot.
While eating the melon, Philip knocked down a little boy with one punch, and then snatched the most attractive vine from the group of people.
Although I was lucky enough not to get hurt, it was really tiring to fight so many people at the same time.
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After "dealing with" these people, Philip continued to hide in a lush tree to recover his strength. Standing high, he could naturally see far. He secretly saw that there was a large group of more than 30 people not far away. They kept luring lone players in and killing them.
It can't be called murder, it's just using a stone to cut open someone's belly. If they can't get medical treatment for a while, the wound will get infected and they will die easily. The medical level in that era was limited...
The referees outside who were waiting for the results of the game and the senior officials who frequently gave bad advice certainly could not have expected that such a situation would happen inside.
If this were a real-life battle royale variety show, they could install surveillance cameras or drones...
Unfortunately there is nothing here.
Chu Chengan's "holy father heart" kicked in. He felt that leaving these scumbags to the next level was a disservice to him. These hateful people should be sent home as soon as possible, and it would be best if they didn't come out to harm mankind in the future.
But how could he take care of 30 people at once? If he rushed in directly, not only would he fail to wipe out the entire gang, but he might even end up being the victim.
How could he trick them out one by one?
By the way, doesn't he have a good brother, Wang Anyuan? He exudes a kind of loyalty and benevolence, and his face is full of words like "I am a good man, I am easy to fight, come and let me take the bait", etc.
Philip climbed down the tree carefully, trying not to make any noise to let the group know he was there.
He walked back silently. He was lucky because the road did not fork.
He saw Hansen, who was chasing him breathlessly.
Philip's face showed a rare apology. (Apologies in advance for what was to come.)
"My lord, I'm sorry. I was so engrossed in the boxing earlier that I accidentally killed 8, 9, 10, or about 11 people. I accidentally..." I accidentally forgot about you.
Hansen held onto a tree to rest. After catching his breath, he said, "Oh, it's been a while since I've done such strenuous exercise. The last time was when we went to find Princess Aurora, but how can it be the same? If I get lost here, I'll be killed by the people who catch up with me."
"It's okay, don't be nervous, I'm right here, I will protect you."
Hansen got goosebumps all over his face when he heard this, but he couldn't refute it because he really needed his help to survive.
After taking a breath and resting for a while, Hansen smiled and said, "Student master, can we stop running for a while? We need to rest and combine work and rest..."
"Yeah, sure. I'm not going to run anymore."
When Hansen heard this, it was as if a long drought was finally over and a new spring came at the end of winter. Even the bamboo shoots that were too old to bite were blooming with flowers.
Then Philip said, "Go forward slowly for me and lure one or two monsters over. I'll collect the heads here."
"What? Is it really appropriate to assign such a difficult and life-threatening mission to a rookie like me?"
"It's suitable, very suitable, it has to be you. Your face is full of expressions like I'm a big wronged person, harmless, ignorant, come and hurt me."
"No, nerd, do you think I'm a burden to you? If so, you should have told me earlier. I can't handle setbacks very well. If that's the case, I'll cry to death..."
Philip stepped forward and patted his head to hold back his tears: "What are you thinking about, my king? I just found a not-so-small group on the tree. They..."
Philip told his friend what he had seen and heard, as well as his determination to get rid of the evil.
After hearing this, Hansen said, "Hey, I think this is a good idea. We are competitors. If we don't kill them in this level, we will meet them again in the next level. Don't think that you are doing a good deed by helping everyone get rid of them. I think you did the right thing this time."
Moreover, seeing injustice does not necessarily mean eliminating harm to the people or defeating bad guys, as long as you feel good about it.
After getting the approval of his friends, Philip became more determined to kill all the 30 bad guys, teach them a lesson and eliminate them all.
"Then you should move closer to them and pretend that you are looking for a group and want to join them, and trick a few people to come over first."
"Okay..." Although Hansen said this, he was still a little nervous. He seldom cheated people in real life. Not to mention that he pretended to be an honest man in the game. If he lied, it would be easily discovered.
"Then I'll go. If they find out and want to kill me, you must come and save me in time."
"good."
You can't chop someone with a stone. You have to wait until you catch the opponent and tie him up to make him unable to move before you can cut his neck. As for the cane, a few hits won't kill him immediately. If you meet someone with weak arms, you may be able to snatch his weapon and take it for yourself.
But this obviously does not apply to Fat Hansen.
With a nervous mood, Hansen headed towards the destination with a long and arduous journey ahead.
Although the large group of 30 people is a group, they rarely get together for activities. Usually, 4 or 5 of them look for lone players together, encourage them to join, and pretend to be in need of people to continue to strengthen their team.
Young and inexperienced players can easily be fooled by them.
After all, Chu Chengan and Wang Anyuan are both over 20 years old in real life, so they are different from these 16 or 17-year-old brainless NPCs.
Hansen approached the first wave of people first. There were a total of seven people standing together in this wave. Some were exploring the way, some were looking for supplies, some were offering strategies, and there was even a small boss leading them. It was really a relatively mature team.
They saw Hansen, who now looked back at them.
In the eyes of these seven people, this should have been a scene of great excitement, and the fat man in front of them should have been wagging his tail expectantly and begging them to take him in.
The pathfinder said first: "Brother, are you looking for a team? We just happened to have one spot left. We plan to stop recruiting and focus on the competition."
Another of his brothers also chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, how come you are so lucky to meet us?"
This... this is just like the hungry marketing in a shopping mall, where Salesperson A keeps saying how good the product is, and Salesperson B says this is the last one and they will not restock it once it's sold out today.
Hansen thought to himself, "Oh my god, I really want to join your team."
Hansen did not agree immediately. He looked happy, but then he looked embarrassed.
"What's wrong?" A man who looked like a military strategist who was giving advice to the little boss came over and asked.
Hansen said: "I have another friend who accidentally sprained his ankle. His ankle is behind his back. His foot is just temporarily slowing down. He will get better..."
These people thought, what? Is that a lame person? Isn't that a big thin-crust meat pie that fell from the sky? The kind with a huge filling.
Aren't they allowed to kill the lame man at will? He is just another one to be killed.
The scout had to pretend again: "But...but we can only take one more person."
The soldier waved his hand with a lenient look on his face: "No problem, no problem. It's fate that we meet. Take us to see your friend. If he can be of use, we'll take him with us."
Hansen thought to himself: It is more than useful, it is so powerful that when you see it, you just want to run back and wish you could jump back home to your mother in one step.
After Hansen nodded in agreement, the military advisor went to report to the little boss.
It doesn't take seven people to go together to deal with a fat man and a lame man.
There were four of them, a scout, his good friend, the strategist, and a thug, who was more than enough to help.
The military advisor believed that this lineup was enough to send them to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, without a return ticket.
On the way back, Hansen was afraid that they would notice something wrong, so he chatted with them enthusiastically along the way, for fear that they would run away and his work would be in vain.
Philip, who was watching them from a tree not far away, thought: My king, you are too enthusiastic. At this time, you should just smile gently. It is normal to show a shy and slightly grateful look on your face.
Talking to them like this is simply courting death.
As the saying goes, a bystander sees more clearly. Hansen may not be able to notice his weirdness in the play.
The four men, one arm in arm, asked about Hansen's family background.
That's right, those who can come to participate in the competition are either from wealthy families, or they have made money on their own at a young age.
Nothing is more interesting than asking about teammates' identities and status.