"Come over here and form a circle."
Yang Weite addressed the Soldiers.
The Soldiers obediently did as they were told.
"Hey, what are you doing? You bunch of cowards, weaklings, maggots afraid of dying!"
"Why aren't you standing watch or repairing the defenses?"
"Do you want the demon tide to destroy the masters' fields?"
An enraged voice came from nearby.
The Soldiers turned to look.
A huge fat man in lavish armor rode a pitiable sturdy horse toward them, surrounded by dozens of Attendants.
"That's Master Bowler..."
"All the land for dozens of miles around belongs to him."
"The demon tide is headed for his castle. This place is the front line; another ten miles beyond this is his castle."
The Soldiers whispered among themselves, but no one paid Master Bowler any attention.
Master Bowler flew into a rage and ordered his Attendants to whip these lazy, cowardly Soldiers.
The Soldiers neither dodged nor flinched. They merely kept Yang Weite surrounded in the middle and endured the lashes.
The whips hurt, but demon flames and weapons hurt more.
Yang Weite watched with a smile. Stupid? This man was not stupid. He simply stood on a different side from these Soldiers.
"God's Messenger, please grant us the power of Card Players," an old soldier suddenly said.
"Fine, I'll grant it to you now." Yang Weite planted his scepter into the ground.
Streams of green "0100111..." flowed into the Soldiers.
Then, one by one, the Soldiers turned green from their feet to their heads.
Data conversion initiated. Scanning character data... Attributes generated: Constitution, Spirit. Experience generated. Skills generated. Equipment data conversion initiated.
Prompt after prompt sounded. The Soldiers were utterly bewildered, while Yang Weite nodded repeatedly.
That was it, just like Diablo players.
From this moment onward, these people