Lin Fan unlocked the ownership of the dropped items, and the gold coins on the ground were the benefits he gave to the guild members.
"Brothers and sisters, the president is trying to spend a lot of money on us, so act quickly!"
"Look what I'm doing? Rob!"
The fat man and his party gave full play to their bandit spirit and pounced on the pile of loot.
"I'm rich! This incredible wealth will be inherited by me, my sister!"
"Who... who pulled my pants? Oh my god, are you human?"
"I just robbed more than a hundred gold coins, why are you robbing me?"
Several fair-skinned and beautiful female players swarmed up to catch him and robbed him before he could put the gold coins in the package.
The players eating melon next to me were dumbfounded and called the God-Slaying Guild ugly, but the most annoying thing was why they didn’t get a portion!
"They are all worthless guys. They are really stupid. There is no equipment worth gold coins!"
The fat man smiled slyly and moved quickly enough to charge forward. Before the others could realize what was going on, he grabbed the fallen purple armor and stuffed it into the package. The level 15 armor earned a small profit of 500 gold coins.
Qingfeng saw that the fat man had gotten the most valuable thing, and he felt very itchy. However, due to his title of "Novice Godfather", he was embarrassed to take action.
But he soon felt that this guild was poisonous!
There was one bandit per capita, so there was no way to talk about reasonable distribution. How much stuff could be snatched all depended on ability.
"No matter what, do as the Romans do..."
Qingfeng gritted his teeth, no matter how humble he was, he jumped up and stepped on the cavalry's shoulders, dove into the equipment pile, and divided all the loot with the others.
Everyone gathered at the tavern in the city. With a wave of his hand, Mr. Kai booked the place for 20 gold coins.
Now he can be considered a respectable person, and he must show off his style.
"Today's operation to kill the red name was a complete success. As the vice president, I would like to say the following three points..."
The fat man was ready to give a long speech, but when he looked up, a group of people were chatting and drinking, and no one paid any attention to him.
"If you don't know each other, let's have a drink!" The Chinese Iron Cavalry raised the beer bucket towards him. The fat man was stunned for a moment, then grinned: "Good boy, you made a lot of money, right?"
"Hehe, no more, no more..." the knight laughed.
The fat man is not a petty person either. He pulled the cavalry and had a drinking fistfight with Qingfeng and the others. The group of people exchanged glasses and had a great time.
With the experience of jointly besieging Hongming, a group of people quickly formed a cohesion.
"Where is the president? Isn't it true that a red name can't enter the city?" asked a girl in charge of making potions.
Except for a few members, no one else has seen the president in person and is very interested in this rumored Triple Crown winner.
With the famous scene of summoning a swarm of meteorites to destroy the Shura Society, it would not be surprising to them even if the Triple Crown King had two heads.
After all, that thing is too outrageous, and it is simply not something that ordinary players can achieve.
The fat man said carelessly: "Don't be ridiculous, whoever dares to stop my brother in Ai City will be weighed down by the old bastard Lord."
At this time, Fatty received Lin Fan's private message, stood up and said, "Qingfeng will be left to you. We will meet at the pick-up point at our stronghold outside the city in four hours."
Iron Cavalry: "Huh? With just us and so many real-life players, how do we fight a stronghold battle?"
The female Goddess of War ate the barbecue and curled her lips and said, "My eldest brother can serve as an envoy for a thousand people. I don't think it's a big problem."
The fat man almost burst out laughing when he heard this. He raised his hand and gave the little pastor a slap on the head: "I really think your boss is an old scalper!"
The little pastor blushed and said with a silly smile, no, everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw this.
After the fat man finished speaking, he logged off at the speed of light.
Then a phone call came to Lin Fan, "Are you sure you can recruit strong members? I think the top group of people currently have all gone to the eight major guilds."
"It's okay. You uploaded the video first. Now a large number of high-level players are gathering on the forum to check for information on point battles. It's not difficult to poach at this time."
Lin Fan replied that with the latest game cabin sent by Xianling Palace, he could finally make in-game calls.
"Hey, it's true that we have too few people, but what if we encounter a traitor sneaking into the guild?"
"It's very simple. After the fight starts, you and the madman will be the supervising team. If you find one, kill the other one."
"Okay, time is tight. Not to mention recruiting two battle groups, at least one battle group of 60 people can handle it."
Lin Fan smiled lightly and hung up the call.
Then he walked into the red-bearded dwarf's blacksmith shop.
"The Gray Dwarf King is alive! You... why are you back!"
When the dwarf Vader saw him coming, the panic in his eyes flashed away, and he went up to hug Lin Fan with a smile on his face, but Lin Fan rolled his eyes and got out of the way.
"You submitted the forging materials."
Lin Fan threw the Heart of the God of War and the Feathered Crystal to the dwarf and said, "The thing is here, what is the success rate?"
"Uh... probably, or, maybe..."
Wade's eyes widened as he looked at this pile of top-quality materials, but his mouth was slurred.
"Mirror of Power Suit: Overall success rate 40%."
A system prompt came.
"Is this the 100% success rate you claim to have?"
Lin Fan's face darkened, he wished he could put the 200 fine iron welding dwarves in his hand on the head. The other players really scolded the right person, this damn dwarf is really unreliable!
"Well... I didn't expect you to survive the bone dragon." Vader forced a smile and drank beer to relieve his inner panic.
"Oh, I finally understand. Do you plan to keep me unable to pass the level so that you can take the Silmaril as your own?"
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes and scrutinized the mission process. If he hadn't had the strategy in hand, Vader might have killed the Silmarillion.
Even if he clears the level of the Old Bone Dragon, he may not be able to discover the hidden copy of the royal mausoleum, and it will be impossible to obtain two top-quality materials.
Lin Fan underestimated the intelligence of high-level NPCs. The dwarves were set according to the divine domain and were very greedy for the best materials. If they discovered sacred objects such as the Silmarillion, they would definitely try to keep them for themselves.
"You have seen through the gray dwarf's trick. You can file a claim with him. The claim items can be: gold coins, mount skills, and a purple weapon."
The prompt appeared again, and Lin Fan's eyes lit up. He had no shortage of gold coins now. The purple weapon was worth some money, but it was not important to him now.
The mount clue is interesting!
Riding technology is one of the professions in life. You can purchase horses and raise monsters to achieve transportation functions.
At present, some rich players have learned this skill by spending gold coins in the stable.
Mount skills and simple riding are two different things. Mount skills can not only tame Warcraft suitable for transportation, but also allow Warcraft to serve as combat power.
But only after the player reaches level 35, players will gradually get this skill through tasks/gold coins.
Those arrogant dragon knights in the previous life upgraded this skill to the master level and had the capital to tame the dragon as a mount.
However, riding a dragon is a professional privilege for the top divine knights.
Learn early and enjoy early. Running the map all the time is really tiring, so Lin Fan decisively chose the mount skill.
"You have learned the skill: Elementary Beast Taming Technique."
Lin Fan got the skill but was still not satisfied. He pretended to be displeased and slapped the table: "It's not enough. You just tricked me for a long time with a broken skill. If you give me back the stuff, I won't make any more equipment!"
Vader looked stunned, and Lin Fan opened the panel and took back the Silmaril.
He turned around and left the blacksmith shop without looking back.
"Young man, don't be angry, we have something to discuss!"
Vader was really anxious now. It was the Silmarillion, a sacred object, far beyond the rubbish and junk he usually came into contact with.
Forging a weapon inlaid with Silmarils was his lifelong goal!
"Ah...that cheating red beard kneels down for the player!!"
"It's great! That old guy has his day too. He's too proud. He's really awesome!"
Lin Fan was a little dumbfounded, and the players around him were shocked to see the hot-tempered dwarf craftsman half-kneeling on the ground, hugging the thigh of a mage player without letting go.
"Dwarf Vader's conscience is still intact, and out of guilt, he has given you a rare saddle [War Beast's Ambition]. Do you accept it?"
"Rare saddle...this compensation is generous!"
Lin Fan tried not to laugh out loud, this was the most coveted treasure of non-knight professional heroes!
Not only can it greatly speed up the upgrade process of beast control skills, but it also comes with cool dwarf war drum sound effects.
Of course, the most important thing is the characteristics of [War Beast Ambition]!
【The Will of War Beast】
Quality: Rare
Description: After the war beast is equipped with this object, it will be oppressed by the aura left by the gray dwarf king, and its proficiency in beast control will be doubled, ignoring the occupation restrictions of the war beast.
I don’t know how many people worked on this thing in my previous life, and they worked hard for countless days and nights. The price was once raised to more than 60,000 gold coins, and there is still no market for it!
The result comes to him for free!
