Fatal Shot

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Pang!

−335!

The fourth shot of the Desert Eagle took away the last remaining HP of the silver-armored Warrior. After the white light of death flashed, a silverish-white alloy longsword was left on the ground.

You intentionally PKed and killed player Sword of Wind and Cloud. Your PK value has reached five points. The period of your red name status will remain for 15 days game time.

“What luck! This must be unprecedented!” said Feng Luo, looking astounded as he gazed at the silverish alloy longsword on the ground.

Everyone knew that when players died in War, the probability of a white-name player dropping a piece of equipment was only 30 percent, while a red-name player always dropped at least one piece of equipment. When a white name was killed by a red name, the probability of dropping a piece of equipment was less than 1 percent!

Since Feng Luo had killed multiple players in succession, his name had turned red long ago. As for this player called Sword of Wind and Cloud, he was a white-name player. Who would have thought that after he died, he would drop a piece of equipment? Plus, it was his main weapon: an alloy longsword.

“It’s too bad this game doesn’t have a lottery system,” muttered Feng Luo. “Otherwise, I would definitely have to buy one today.” Feng Luo sighed.

Halfway up the mountain in the mine, the three Manipulators—under the protection of the Heavy Armor Warrior who was running up the mountain—were shocked to see the status of the silver-armored Warrior in their party column changed to “Dead.”

“Sword actually died! How is that possible?”

“He’s a Sniper! How is it possible for him to KO a Light Armor Warrior in such a short amount of time?”

They were not alone; the gray-armored Warrior hiding behind a pile of dirt and trying to recover his HP also looked shocked. As a Light Armor Warrior, of course, he knew the weaknesses of a Sniper in close-quarters combat.

The captain of the party, the Heavy Armor Warrior, looked gloomy and suddenly said after a moment of silence, “Retreat!”

“Captain?” the other four called out at the same time, clearly not understanding what he meant.

“This person is absolutely an expert!” said the captain. “Even Sword didn’t manage to get rid of him. Even if Seven gets up there, he won’t be a worthy opponent. Without Light Armor Warriors, it is too difficult to catch a Sniper who has already increased his distance from us. Furthermore, if we are careless, we might all die from hit-and-run strikes.” He shook his head with a solemn expression. “Don’t forget that we still have to do that mission today. If anybody else dies today, we certainly won’t be able to complete the mission!”

The Heavy Armor Warrior sounded calm, but hidden in his eyes was a sense of gloom.

“But he killed six of us!” said the gray-armored Warrior called “Seven” after hearing the words from the captain. “Are we going to just let him go?”

After considering this for a while, the Heavy Armor Warrior said coldly, “Of course we can’t leave the situation as it is! We will retreat first. We will make a decision after we check with Sword about what exactly happened. There is no way this matter will be left like this. We can’t embarrass the mercenary group!”

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Silver Will (Two-Handed Sword)

Grade: Excellent

Attack: 520

Attack Coefficient: D−

Material Coefficient: D+

Strength +19

Agility +7

Level Requirement: 45

Overall Evaluation: Excellent

Feng Luo looked at the alloy longsword with outstanding attributes in his hands and once again let out a sigh as he lamented the luck of the silver-armored Warrior.

In truth, given the attributes of this sword, if Feng Luo had allowed the Warrior to get close to him, he might have been destroyed with two to three skills from the opponent. It was no wonder the opponent had seemed so confident. However, the more confident a person was, the easier it was for that person to fall into a trap—especially in a game like War, where there was such a high degree of freedom. Confidence was often directly associated with hubris.

By now, that Light Armor Warrior was probably in his capsule feeling regretful. The penalty for dying in War was not light. Not only did players lose experience, but they were also unable to reconnect to the game for 12 hours in real time. But his biggest regret was surely that he had dropped the longsword.

As a piece of Level-45 Excellent equipment, the other attributes of the sword were ordinary, but the “Strength +19” attribute was beyond amazing.

It was important to note that in War, every player obtained just one free attribute point per level. At the same time, every two level-ups increased all attributes by +1. That also meant that under normal circumstances, if a player did not increase his or her Strength during level-ups, then the player would only have 20 points in Strength. After equipping this sword, his or her strength would almost double.

Of course, in reality, it was impossible for the player wielding this weapon to double their Strength. This was because the sword suited the Light Armor Warrior best, and for a Light Armor Warrior, Strength was their main attribute. Normally, they would focus most of their main attributes on Strength.

With the bonus effects of equipment, on average, a Level-40 Warrior might have around 80 points in Strength. Even so, the added Strength from this longsword would increase that by one-fourth. For any Warrior, it was considered a significant increase.

If it were placed in the exchange, by Feng Luo’s estimation, this sword would probably fetch a price of 30,000 credits. It was far more valuable than that piece of copper ore gem he had lost.

Since the opponent had dropped a valuable piece of equipment, Feng Luo guessed that the others would not give up just like that.

Oddly enough, after waiting for a while, he noticed that the opponents were not only neglecting to continue their attacks, but they were actually retreating under the protection of the two Heavy Armor Warriors.

What’s going on?

While Feng Luo was pondering this, a phone call reminder message appeared from the communicator.

Player “Roaring Dragon Ruinous Star” requesting a call!

In War, long-range communication between players could only be achieved by connecting with the communicator of the personal terminal. However, it was only possible to perform super-long-range phone calls within cities. Outside cities, communicators were affected by the magnetic field and, hence, could only work within a few kilometers.

That implied that the person calling him through the communicator right now had to be one of the few players on the mountainside. It was his attacks that had created the malicious PK situation, so the opponents already knew his ID, meaning they could call him on his communicator directly.

As expected, as soon as Feng Luo connected the call, a slightly deep male voice arose from within. “Feng Zhi Luoye! I am Roaring Dragon Ruinous Star from the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group!”

The person on the opposite end announced his origins. From his cold tone, one could also get a sense of his arrogance—and the sense that he was a real son of a b*tch.

“Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group?”

Feng Luo frowned. Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group was one of the strongest forces within Silvermoon City. He lived in Silvermoon City, so he naturally knew the reputation of his mercenary group. Moreover, the key players of the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Groups all put the words “Roaring Dragon” in front of their ID names. Based on this factor alone, it could be inferred that Roaring Dragon Ruinous Star’s position within the ranks of the mercenary group was not low.

In War, there were many types of player organizations such as mercenary groups, companies, guilds, clubs, alliances… As long as they were recognized by the Federation, paid the required registration fee, and didn’t do anything illegal, they were considered legal organizations.

Mercenary groups were a type of mid-sized organization. The minimum number of members was ten while the maximum number was 10,000.

The Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group was the one and only mercenary group in Silvermoon City with the maximum number of members. It also happened to be the force with the most members. After all, Silvermoon City was only a small city with a population of less than 50,000. For a force with tens of thousands of people, their influence was significant enough.

In truth, due to their strength, people from the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group always walked through Silvermoon City with upturned noses. This was also why Roaring Dragon Ruinous Star spoke in such a high-and-mighty tone of voice—and did so as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“Feng Zhi Luoye, in this incident, Gunner was the one who was at fault, but you’ve already killed him and taken your revenge. So I won’t say anything else. Return the longsword dropped by Sword of Wind and Cloud and apologize in the forum. Then we will not continue to pursue this incident of you intentionally killing six of us. Otherwise, you will know…”

Feng Luo resisted the urge to vomit, but he felt puzzled in his heart. The silver-armored Warrior should not have been able to reconnect for another 12 hours, so how did these people know that a longsword had been dropped? He was reminded that players followed the “Fundamental Offline Law,” which was to exchange messages in reality. It was no surprise that they had grasped the situation so quickly.

Feng Luo was in deep thought, so did not respond immediately. Roaring Dragon Ruinous Star, thinking that he was stunned, used a less intimidating tone as he continued, “After you apologize on the forum, this can all be settled through dialogue. The Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group would even welcome an expert like you to join our ranks. We won’t know each other unless we fight, after all—”

“Crazy bastard!” Feng Luo said, cutting him off.

Feng Luo did not want to bother saying more. With a loud “pa” sound, he disconnected the communicator and blacklisted Roaring Dragon Ruinous Star straight away.

On the other side, the face of Roaring Dragon Ruinous Star turned dark. His expression was clouded after hearing the last words of Feng Luo and receiving the system message notifying him that he was blocked.

“Ungrateful bastard!”