On the huge bluestone platform located on the top of the mountain, after the players briefly exchanged a few words with the three NPCs Limitless Sect, they were led by the NPCs to a side hall of the sect and provided with accommodation, food and drinks.
The NPC said that Demon Gate may attack within three days. Everyone can rest in the palace here for a few days to stay in good condition to face the enemy.
At this time, the long-haired middle-aged man who should be the leader of the Limitless Sect had already left with two young disciples. In the side hall, nearly twenty players gathered together, which seemed quite lively.
"What's going on? Why does playing a copy become like traveling? But the wine tastes really good."
Next to a mahogany table filled with wine jars and fragrant meat, a middle-aged player with thinning hair put the rifle in his hand across his knees, reached out to pick up a jar of old wine from the wooden table, opened the jar and drank it, and then let out a heartfelt admiration.
"Haha... How dare you eat the things in the dungeon? Aren't you afraid of causing problems?"
A young player next to the middle-aged man who should also be a gunner saw him drinking so directly and immediately mocked him, saying that he was not cautious enough.
But the middle-aged man with signs of baldness didn't seem to care much. He continued to drink the fragrant jade liquid from the wine jar, and replied nonchalantly to the young man, "It's okay. Don't forget what I do for a living. I can't smell any problems? Besides, this is Limitless Sect's territory. We are on the same side as them, and they have no reason to harm us."
Next to the wooden table where the middle-aged man was sitting, there were four players sitting around another mahogany table filled with food and wine, but none of them touched the food and wine in front of them.
"Brother Wang, you have a good memory. Do you remember what information about this copy is available on the forum?"
One of the four, a young man with a beard, looked at a thirty-year-old man with glasses and a gentle temperament sitting opposite him and said.
"No."
The gentle man with glasses, who was called Brother Wang, immediately shook his head slightly after hearing this, and then said, "I am very sure that there is no accurate information about this copy on the forum, at least not in the part of the information that is open to us ordinary players."
"Indeed... I don't remember any post on the forum mentioning this Limitless Sect."
A fat man with slightly darker skin next to the gentle man with glasses quickly agreed, then he frowned and said:
"This is not a good sign. Dungeons like this with little information leaked out are basically the type with high difficulty and heavy casualties. We may have to have a fierce battle this time."
As soon as the dark-skinned fat man finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face among the four who had been silent until now spoke:
"Fat man, don't be pessimistic whenever you encounter something. Maybe we have encountered a new dungeon this time, or even if it is really a difficult dungeon, it is not necessarily a bad thing. The higher the difficulty, the better the rewards. I don't think anyone knows this. If you always play some pediatric dungeons, what can you do?"
As soon as the middle-aged man with the Chinese character face finished speaking, the bearded young man next to him nodded in agreement and cheered:
"Brother Zhao is right! With the strength and cooperation of the four of us, it doesn't matter even if it is a difficult dungeon? This Supernatural Game will not deliberately kill people. It threw us in, so it must have the hope of victory."
While the four people here were talking, the three people Wang Zhifan sitting at a table next to them also started a pre-war discussion.
None of the three of them are eating the food and wine on the table in front of them. Wang Zhifan is leaning on the table in front of him with one arm, holding his cheek and staring at the plate of roast chicken on the table, thinking about something. Chu Wei is paying close attention to a famous player in the hall. Chen Ming, who is sitting in a wheelchair, takes a jar of wine in his hand and observes the simple artistic design of this bottle of ancient wine with great interest.
"Brother Fan, Sister Chu, this bottle of wine can actually be put into the portable space!"
Chen Ming At this moment, the wine jar in his hand suddenly disappeared and reappeared, and then he reminded the two people next to him.
"Hmm... actually these vegetables can also be put in."
Wang Zhifan, who was holding his cheek with one hand next to him, quickly answered calmly. It seemed that he had already discovered this.
"Brother Fan, you have known this for a long time? When did you find out?"
Chen Ming in the wheelchair was slightly shocked when he heard this, because he didn't even notice when Wang Zhifan conducted this kind of test.
But before Wang Zhifan could answer him, Chu Wei, who was sitting opposite Wang Zhifan, lowered his voice and spoke to them:
"This time, including the three of us, there are a total of eighteen players, eighteen players. This indicates that there will definitely be a lot of enemies in this copy."
"Hmm... I've never played a dungeon with so many people before. I probably won't be able to pass it easily this time."
Wang Zhifan raised his head slightly and looked at her after hearing this, deeply agreeing with what she said.
"This is also my first time playing this kind of eighteen-player dungeon... In addition, the player level is also very important. I don't know what level the others are. If there are players above level 10, the difficulty of this dungeon may be very shocking."
Chu Wei looked slightly worried when she said this. As a player with only Level 7, and two companions whose levels were lower than hers, she was a little worried that the difficulty of this dungeon would be beyond imagination.
"It's okay. If the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up. We just have to do our part well."
Wang Zhifan then calmly comforted Chu Wei. He knew that this woman had been under a lot of pressure at work recently and might have had a neurasthenia.
"Don't worry, someone will definitely take the lead in reporting the grades soon. We just need to keep a low profile."
He went on to say that Chu Wei doesn't have to worry about not knowing the levels of other players. Basically, someone will take the lead in every dungeon to do the statistics. They can just wait.
Sure enough, just as Wang Zhifan expected, just five minutes later, a player claiming to be Level 16 stood up in the side hall and initiated the process of self-reporting his level and profession, so that everyone could more clearly estimate the difficulty of this dungeon and allocate their respective responsibilities.
"I am Level 14, a gunner."
"I am Level 17, Gunner."
"I'm also level 17, but my profession is a mage."
"Lv13, summon."
As a player in this hall reported his profession and level, the three of Wang Zhifan quickly realized something bad, that is, their level was the lowest among these players! Overall it's more than 10 levels lower!
"Why... why is this happening? The average level of the three of us is less than level 5. It should be impossible to match in this kind of dungeon!"
Chu Wei's face turned pale immediately after discovering this unconventional thing, because she felt the undisguised malice of the copy towards her and others.