Game of the World Tree

The whirring wind blew the earth like a wolf howling.

The flags on the earth wall were blown to and fro by the strong wind, and some even broke off the flagpole.

The sky was dark, yellow sand and gravel danced wildly in the air, rustling the tent.

Sandstorm is coming...

For the dead desert covered with yellow sand, sandstorms are a common weather.

And after starting the death desert plot, players have not encountered it before.

However, this is the first time that such a large sandstorm has been encountered.

The sky is dark, and the sand is flying.

It was daytime, but the whole world seemed to come to night.

The resident area of ​​the Heart of Nature Guild.

Li Mu stayed in his tent, listening to the howling wind beating against the tent.

He looked at the time of the game system, walked to the tent door, and carefully opened the corner of the tent...

Following his movements, the gust of wind immediately poured in, wrapped in dense yellow sand, hitting his face like raindrops.

For a moment, Li Mu only felt a stinging pain on his face, and a suffocation came over him.

He coughed a few times, hurriedly closed the tent door, and lowered his pain.

In a moment, a layer of yellow sand had accumulated on the ground.

Bah, after spitting out the dust that had been poured into his mouth when he coughed, Li Mu couldn't help cursing:

"The hellish weather... what a waste of time."

"Elf Country" is just fine.

It is that sometimes too much pursuit of realism will bring various inconveniences.

Take this kind of sandstorm weather for example, it will last for half a day to a day.

During this time period, players cannot go out at all, otherwise they will experience what is called sandstorm suffocation.

Accidentally, maybe he will directly GG and be sent back to the World Tree...

no way.

Even if the players are getting stronger and stronger, they still need to breathe normally.

This extreme weather can't breathe at all, even a silver player will suffocate to death after staying outside for a long time.

And there is precedent for this...

Sighing, Li Mu shook his head helplessly.

Two days have passed since the attack of the Orcs.

After the attack ended in a fiasco, the orcs seemed to be afraid of being beaten, and never came out of Sandstorm City again.

And the players had to continue to pick up the previous strategy and start attacking the tribes near the orcs.

But today, Li Mu's original plan was to take the members of the guild and continue to go out to find a tribe of orcs that could be plundered.

But now it looks like it should be a waste...

Sandstorm is coming.

Players can only stay in the tent honestly, or go back to the Elf Forest through the dug tunnel, or go offline and wait for the sandstorm to pass before logging in to the game...

It's just that it's fine.

With the acceleration of thinking, even if they stay in a tent, players can have a thousand ways to find fun.

Catch dramas, play cards, write homework, chat and code words, and do anything.

One-to-four thinking is accelerated, and many things can be enjoyed, which is equivalent to three times the time spent prostituting for nothing.

But Li Mu was thinking about another thing...

"The loot that can be obtained is getting less and less, and everyone's cohesion has begun to dissipate, and it can't be delayed any longer."

He shook his head.

The war has been going on in the game for several months.

The army went out for more than half a month.

During this period, with high quest rewards and abundant loot to attract, players maintained an amazing cohesion, and the more they fought, the more courageous they were.

It's just that the war is getting longer and longer, and many things have limits...

Like the enthusiasm of the players.

The enthusiasm of players is based on interests.

And as the number of orc tribes that can fight is getting fewer and fewer, it's obvious that everyone's enthusiasm has faded.

In addition, although the previous battle was a beautiful victory, some players who didn't show up very much didn't have enough fun...

Under the superposition of layers, in the player camps in the past two days, there have been cases of players leaving the team one after another.

This is what Li Mu did not expect.

A victory, although repelling the half-orc army, also consumed the cohesion of the players...

Of course, there are solutions.

Just go ahead and find a horde of Orcs that you can fight.

As long as there is a greater interest, players will choose to stay, just like a dozen days ago.

It's just that the players robbed too hard a few days ago, and the nearby tribes have almost been ruined.

And those who were lucky enough not to be visited by the players, most of them began to retreat with their clans.

Especially after the Orc attack failed...

So... the results of the players are getting less and less.

The loot cannot meet the needs of players, and it is normal for some people to choose to return to the Elf Forest or the underground world to farm monsters.

Take this opportunity to return to the Forest of Spirits to play, isn't it sweet?

Why stay here and wait?

When it's time for the decisive battle, just rush over!

This is the idea of ​​many people.

It's just that when they are scattered, it is easy to be scattered, and it is difficult to get together again.

It is too far away from the forest of elves, and the belief of the orcs interferes. Even if the players rely on the crypt spider to dig a tunnel that is five kilometers long and successfully establish a teleportation circle in the north, the ability to teleport is not enough. quite touching...

If the army is really scattered, there is really no way to assemble it in a short period of time.

And now this terrifying sandstorm has made things even worse.

Thinking of this, Li Mu sighed again.

And at this moment, there was a sudden thumping sound from outside his tent...

Li Mu was taken aback and subconsciously shouted:

"Who?"

Outside the tent, there was a cough:

"Cough, cough... Brother Mu, it's me! Transform Ji Gang!"

Transformed Ji Gang?

Li Mu was stunned for a while, then opened the tent door, and then, a player wrapped in a cloak and a mask with a layer of sand and dust slipped in.

It's Ji Gang, the president of the Autobot Guild.

The strong wind swept the yellow sand into the tent, and Li Mu quickly closed the tent door.

The transformation Ji Gang who entered the tent took off the cape and took off the mask, and while shaking off the yellow sand on his body, he complained:

"This sandstorm is really scary... The yellow sand outside is more than half a meter deep. It's been blowing for a day. I'm afraid our camp will be buried..."

"Yeah, it's terrifying."

Li Mu nodded in agreement.

However, there is no concern.

Being buried in sand or something is not a problem in a game world where magic exists.

"Here, drink some tea to warm you up."

Li Mu took out the flower tea from the Forest of Fairies from his home and poured a cup for the Transformers.

Transforming Ji's eyes lit up, and she quickly picked it up and praised at the same time:

"Haha, I know Brother Mu, you have good things here!"

Li Mu laughed, and then said:

"Don't be poor, aren't you and Xiao Xianmiao playing werewolf killing? Why did you think of running to me?"

"Damn, I wasn't playing and suddenly started chatting about the next battle plan, and then I had some ideas. I originally planned to say it directly in the chat group, but I think it's better to discuss it with Brother Mu in person. Hehe... ...by the way, a surprise for you, Brother Mu!"

The next battle plan?

Discuss face to face?

Li Mu was stunned.

And before he could say anything, there was another series of knocks from outside his tent.

"I'm coming!"

Transforming Ji just drank the scented tea, then wrapped her homemade "mask" and opened the tent door.

Then, another series of guys in coats got in.

In a blink of an eye, the small tent was crowded with more than a dozen players...

And their IDs are also the ones that Li Mu is most familiar with.

Xiao Xian Meow, Cuckoo Bird, Chibi, Demacia, Fried Tomatoes...

They were dusty, dusty, and their whole bodies were covered with sand and dust.

Um, no.

There are still exceptions.

Such as Xiao Xianmiao.

Unlike other people who were covered in yellow sand, her body was spotless, and it seemed that she had not been affected by the sandstorm at all.

However, if you look closely at her equipment, you will find that this incomparably gorgeous magic robe on her body is shining brightly.

That is the special effect that only appears when the magic that comes with the robe is activated.

To have money is to be self-willed, and to have money is to do whatever you want.

I saw Xiao Xianmiao pulling Gugu Bird's arm, the first to squeeze over, and at the same time greeted with a smile:

"Hey, Brother Mu! Let's disturb you!"

And Yi Yi who followed the two squeezed in, her eyes widened and she glanced back and forth in the tent, swallowing her saliva:

"I heard that there is flower tea from Miss Alice here? Where is it? I'm thirsty!"

"Bah bah bah... This ghost weather has eaten my mouth of dirt."

Demacia, who followed closely behind, wiped her mouth, coughing and spitting sand.

"You brought it on yourself. Who told you not to wear a mask? If you don't suffocate, you will die."

Fried tomatoes rolled his eyes and spit out rudely.

After that, high-level executives from several other key guilds also attended the scene.

"Let's give, let's give, hey...you stepped on my foot!"

"This place is so small..."

The players chattered, and the originally quiet tent suddenly became lively.

Li Mu:  …

He looked at the top leaders of the major guilds who suddenly appeared, and was a little confused for a while.

"Why are you all here?"

he asked.

"Hey! Didn't we talk about the next battle plan while playing the game? Everyone has new ideas..."

"It's all my fault, Brother Mu, for you to play together, otherwise it will be discussed online."

"Don't mention it, you can still talk about battle plans when you play Werewolf, you are really poisonous."

"By the way, why didn't Brother Mu come?"

"Hey, he's definitely not coming because of the dishes, he's obviously an anchor."

"No way? There won't be any anchors who can't play Werewolf, right? How old is this? No way?"

Li Mu:  …

More than a dozen players said a word to me, and after a while, the topic went off the rails.

In the end, Li Mu clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention.

"Talk about the point."

he said.

The players looked at each other, and finally Ji Ji stood up and giggled:

"Brother Mu, do you have any idea to make big news after the sandstorm ends?"

"Big news?"

Li Mu raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, after Sandstorm City, let's take the initiative to attack the Orcs!"

Ji Ji shook his fist and said.