The Prophet's Peak (I)
"Welcome everyone to the Survival Game! The dungeon 'Prophet's Summit' is currently 1/10 complete! There are currently 20,000 players! In this round, players will be assigned different roles. Whether you're a member of the royal family, a civil official, a military commander, a eunuch, or a prophet, you'll need to contribute your strategies and efforts. The team that first completes the King's quest will advance!"
As soon as the system finished speaking, Liang Qing felt her feet go from floating in the air to firmly planted on the ground. Opening her eyes, she saw a magnificent hall before her. People filled her every direction.
Like her, those people looked around and looked at each other as soon as they opened their eyes. It was obvious that they were all players.
This is a large copy with tens of thousands of people.
Liang Qing looked down at herself. She was wearing a soft, flowing iron-gray robe with auspicious animal patterns on the cuffs, but her shoes were modern Martin boots. Not only her clothing, but also the surrounding architecture made it impossible for her to tell whether she had traveled to ancient times or the future.
The dome of the main hall is decorated with the gilded patterns of flying cranes and auspicious clouds commonly seen in classical architecture, but outside the hall there are aircraft flying through the misty light.
These are not the main points. What makes Liang Qing panic is that Liang Baobao is not by her side. Not only that, her Qiankun bag is still attached to the inside of her clothes, but it cannot be opened.
In this level, the system seals the player's own weapons and props.
She looked up and looked around for Liang Baobao, and found that the huge group of players were divided into four categories: those in iron-gray robes stood in the same square with her, with the largest number of people; next to them were those in turquoise robes, with the second largest number of people; next to them were those in light red robes, with far fewer people than those in iron-gray and turquoise robes; the farthest away from Liang Qing and with the smallest number of people were those in purple robes, with basically only about twenty people in their team.
Liang Qing quickly found Shi Xiaofeng and Allen in the crowd. One of them was wearing a turquoise robe and the other was wearing a light red robe. They were also looking for their companions in the crowd.
Liang Qing raised her hand and waved. Allen, who was closer, noticed her. Shi Xiaofeng, who was farther away, pointed at the purple-robed square formation and mouthed:
"Nie Yun is there."
Liang Qing frowned. None of the four of them were with Bao Bao.
There was no time to pass on more information to his companions, as everyone's attention was drawn to the sound coming from the throne high up at the front of the hall.
Originally unremarkable, the throne was facing away from the crowd. Amidst the chatter of the crowd, the throne slowly turned. Sitting on the throne was an elderly man with silver-white hair and a sullen expression. He wore a golden robe and a crown adorned with rubies.
His light blue eyes flashed with a stern light: "Silence."
The sound was like a huge bell, and 20,000 players were instantly silent.
"The battle between the White Tower and the Black Mountain has lasted for a century. Since my father passed the crown to me, the three kings of the White Tower have suffered a long and bitter war!" The king's voice became more and more excited, and he looked at his people with stern and angry eyes.
"You are all elites who have gone through numerous screening and assessments to enter the national civil service. Among you are valiant and skilled military commanders, wise and eloquent civil servants, versatile and well-mannered eunuchs, and even...prophetes who command the support of all."
Liang Qing narrowed her eyes and looked at the king's expression. She was sure that when he mentioned the "prophet", the king's tone became three points more sinister.
"A month ago, Black Mountain assembled a hundred thousand elite soldiers and marched south along the Baishui River to attack our seven border fortresses! By now, the seven border fortresses have run out of ammunition and food, and are on the verge of collapse. Countless civilians and soldiers have been killed and wounded, and rivers of blood have flowed!"
"...You must plan for the future of the White Tower, and devote yourselves to the lives of the people and the survival of the nation! From today on, each of my seven princes will lead a team composed of civil officials, military generals, eunuchs, and prophets to defend the seven cities adjacent to the White Tower and Black Mountain! We have ten days to complete this task. The team that can turn defeat into victory and switch from defense to offense will receive supreme rewards and honor!"
"Of course, if anyone suffers a defeat and causes damage to the Baita Nation, don't blame me for being rude. Even if it's my own flesh and blood."
The king had been holding a crystal horse in his hand. The moment he spoke the last sentence, the horse was crushed by his palm and thrown under the throne.
He high-fived, and six people walked out from under the curtain beside him. The last one was held in the arms of a personal maid.
Liang Qing's eyes darkened. The sleeping figure in the maid's arms was none other than Bao Bao, dressed in a sky-blue robe. Of the other six princes, the oldest, a sturdy, black-haired young man, estimated to be no more than twenty, was followed by several teenagers, both boys and girls. Some carried quivers strapped to their backs, others sported short swords at their waists. The only one slightly older than Liang Bao Bao was a girl of eight or nine.
When Liang Qing saw her appearance clearly, he also received the incredible looks from Shi Xiaofeng and Allen——
The girl with indifferent face and golden hair is obviously an enlarged version of Daisy.
"The princes are still young, and their judgment may be unfair. You have 90 seconds to form a team and prove your ability to protect the princes, carry out the king's orders, and safeguard the country. The winning team will have the right to choose the prince first."
After saying this, the old king turned the throne and disappeared from everyone's sight again.
Before anyone could react, after a clear bell rang, a transparent red letter suddenly floated above the ceiling of the hall, and the ninety-second countdown began.
After a brief moment of confusion, everyone descended into a state of chaos and disorder. On either side of the hall were tall decorative weapon racks, and everyone, including civil officials, military commanders, eunuchs, and prophets, didn't even think about grabbing the few weapons available.
The crowd quickly rushed the weapon racks. The players at the front thought they had their weapons, but they were being punched and kicked by the players behind them. The scramble quickly turned into a brawl, and the chaos of 20,000 people almost overturned the hall.
As if on sync, the four members of Liang Qing's team, at the outset of the chaos, bucked the flow and converged on each other. Shi Xiaofeng, standing in the center, climbed a staircase and waved to his companions to join him. Nie Yun and Allen quickly gathered around Shi Xiaofeng. As Liang Qing, the furthest away, sprinted towards them, a player nearby witnessed the four-person teaming and, suddenly realizing something, grabbed Liang Qing's shoulder, attempting to stop her from advancing.
The man was a fat man in his early twenties, with greasy curly hair piled on top of his head. His hands were wet and he rubbed Liang Qing's shoulders: "Are you two in the same group?"
Liang Qing was confused for a moment. This action would be a provocative gesture in a fighting arena, but the fat man standing in front of her was not an opponent she could consider in any aspect, especially since he was panting and emitting a strong body odor of fat just from jogging.
Liang Qing gave herself a second to quickly review the fat man's position, and suddenly understood - there is an invisible contempt chain in the survival game: the fat man is isolated and helpless. In this situation, he turns his desire to survive into a kind of aggression, imposing it on the group that seems weaker than him, that is, girls like Liang Qing.
Fuck his weakness.
Liang Qing grabbed his wrist with his backhand. With a crisp sound, the fat man's face was in pain and cold sweat broke out. Liang Qing pushed him lightly and he sat on the ground, covering his hand and screaming.
This incident served as a warning to others. The quick assembly of the four members of Liang Qing's team did attract the attention of others. Liang Qing dealt with the fat man directly, and the surrounding group of people automatically made way for him in awe.
Liang Qing unexpectedly walked in front of the three people smoothly.
"No matter what, we have to grab the first place, and we can't let others get our fill."
The other three nodded.
"The weapons we bought earlier are all frozen. How about we just go up and rob them?"
With 60 seconds left on the countdown, a player had already come up with the same idea: that person initially didn't intend to form a team or grab weapons, but instead ran directly in the direction where the prince was standing. Her target wasn't Liang Baobao, but the girl who looked like Daisy.
The reason was simple. The player running towards the throne was a young woman. Her physical fitness was probably not top-notch. If she forcibly took away the prince who was in his teens or even twenties, she would have almost no chance of winning if the other party resisted.
Liang Baobao was too small and looked the weakest, so she also excluded him.
The remaining Daisy is the best candidate for female players in terms of physique and age.
Daisy stood indifferently in the line, looking at the chaos in front of her, and also saw the woman running straight towards her, without any emotion or extra expression on her face.
Seeing that Daisy did not defend or dodge at all, the woman was overjoyed. She stretched out her hand, and suddenly when she was two meters away from Daisy, a golden light flashed from her hand. From the other end of the golden light, the hand became charred and then dissolved as if it had fallen into a crater.
In an instant, the woman lost one of her hands. She tried to hold her face in agony, but was horrified to discover that the golden solution at the severed hand had not disappeared, but instead continued to flow up her body, devouring the rest of her body.
Soon, the woman vanished into thin air with a shrill scream. Furthermore, the players who had arrived near the throne at almost the same time as her also touched something. They had no time to escape, and once a part of their body began to dissolve, the entire person would disappear in a matter of seconds.
"There should be a wall between us and the prince. It is unrealistic to snatch the prince away by force." Nie Yun said.
As soon as she finished speaking, the eldest of the seven princes suddenly threw a javelin at the crowd, piercing a player's heart. The player's body froze and fell backward in a ridiculous posture, his bow and arrow still clutched in his hand.
Before the Great Prince could strike back, the player who had grabbed the weapon was about to attack the other princes. He might not have known that not only weapons but even the human body couldn't penetrate the barrier, but the Great Prince still decisively took his life.
"The eldest prince's javelin can penetrate the barrier!" Allen reacted.
Shi Xiaofeng had been staring at the eldest prince and the others. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Liang Qing: "Can you escort me to where they are?"
Liang Qing didn't know Shi Xiaofeng's plan, but with only 40 seconds left on the countdown, they didn't have time to discuss anything in detail, so she nodded and said, "Okay."
After the Great Prince shot a player, even more people fell into confusion. They had no idea how to fight for first place, so nearby players began to fight each other, fighting barehanded. Another group of players waited at the barrier, hoping to take advantage of the opportunity, or actively waited for a prince to choose them.
Liang Qing, Allen, and Nie Yun helped Shi Xiaofeng clear the way, and the four of them quickly squeezed to the front line. Shi Xiaofeng suddenly spoke to the eldest prince, "We want your youngest brother, the Seventh Prince. Hand the child to us, and we promise that no matter which city you draw, we will exchange it with you, and we will also give you 50 elite soldiers."
The eldest prince noticed the four people from a distance. He watched curiously as they came over and only defended themselves, not actively provoking any fight.
With 20 seconds left on the countdown, the eldest prince still looked at the four people in front of him indifferently.
Shi Xiaofeng added the stakes: "100 elite soldiers."
Countdown 15 seconds.
Shi Xiaofeng closed his eyes and pushed Liang Qing out: "You can use our general. She kills people like crazy. She just broke a fat man's hand with her bare hands."
Liang Qing: ...
Nie Yun, Allen: ...
Interest finally flickered in the eldest prince's eyes. Shi Xiaofeng took another step forward and pointed at Liang Baobao: "We only want him. He's the least threatening to you."
The eldest prince almost teleported to the side of the palace maid, and then Liang Baobao and the package on his body were thrown into the air to form an arc, and finally landed steadily in Liang Qing's arms.
Bao Bao stretched himself and woke up from a deep sleep. He looked at Liang Qing, then at the others, completely unconcerned with the chaos around him. He smiled sweetly, "Mom, I'm hungry."
The countdown has reached the end.
The hall disappeared. The rough snow scraped their faces. The extremely cold temperature made their bones seem to become brittle in an instant. Liang Qing instinctively hugged Liang Baobao tightly in his arms. The eldest prince's cold voice rang in his ears.
"It's time for you to fulfill your promise."
"Congratulations to player A80F23LQ for leading his team to the first right to select a prince! All remaining players will be automatically assigned to the six princes by the system. The seven cities of the White Pagoda Kingdom are Wangfeng, Wangshui, Wangshan, Wangri, Shengji, Shengdi, and Shenghuo. The victorious teams among the 20,000 players have been successfully divided. Warriors and strategists, please fight back for the White Pagoda Kingdom and reclaim our vast territory! The following is the personnel allocation, please check it out, knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle!"
Shi Xiaofeng and Nie Yun Allen huddled together almost the instant they landed. The low temperature caused ice crystals to quickly form on their eyelashes. Shi Xiaofeng was about to ask, "What the hell is this place?" with a trembling voice, when Liang Qing pulled out his phone.
The phone scrolled through a brief description of the seven cities, along with the number of princes, eunuchs, civil officials, military commanders, and prophets assigned to them. Cities were ranked based on livability and resource abundance.
The most livable city was the Holy Land, which received a five-star rating for both livability and resource abundance. The eldest prince traveled there with 3,000 military commanders, 500 civil officials, 100 eunuchs, and a full 16 prophets.
"What about us? Where are we?" Shi Xiaofeng looked around and saw only bare hills and dilapidated villages all around him. There was no sign of other allies at all.
Liang Qing turned the page with his finger and glanced at the ten lines: "Don't worry...we are..."
After ten seconds of waiting: "The last one."
Shengji: Livability and Resource Abundance: Half a star. The permanent population is less than 10,000, mostly scattered across Shengji's dozens of barren hilltops. The only fortress, where the previous lord resided, has been occupied by Black Mountain forces. Shengji currently boasts seven princes, a prophet, a civil servant, 16 military commanders, and three eunuchs. Good luck!
The cold wind blew against the four people, and also poured into their hearts. The population was extremely depleted.
Nie Yun immediately found the flaw: "We promised the Crown Prince 100 elite soldiers, and now we have less than 30 people in total. Shi Xiaofeng, you're bragging!"
Shi Xiaofeng's face twisted: "How could I have known we had such rubbish luck when I was bragging?"
Liang Qing suddenly thought of the scene where Shi Xiaofeng insisted on talking to the eldest prince. "Were you so sure you could convince him just now?"
Shi Xiaofeng recalled briefly and shook his head: "I'm not sure, but I feel like since I was assigned this identity, something seems to be driving me to speak and do certain things."
The other three were silent for a few seconds.
Allen suddenly said, "Actually, we're very lucky."
Shi Xiaofeng: ? ?
Nie Yun nodded: "We should have been assigned to the Holy Land in the beginning, in exchange for being full and full, and for the eldest prince."
Nie Yun patted Shi Xiaofeng on the shoulder and said, "Now that we're here, let's make the best of it. Even with just a handful of soil at the start, we can still create another glory, right?"
Shi Xiaofeng perked up: "So where do we start? Should we look for other generals and eunuchs or local tyrants to scout out the way?"
Liang Qing waved his hand: "Neither, let's find something to eat first."
In her arms, Liang Baobao looked aggrieved.
"The little one is hungry."
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