"Is Yellow Wind Ridge's specialty really just these yellow-furred rats scurrying all over the ground and firing sneak attacks?"
Xu Sanshi stared at the four words "Git Gud" lighting up on the screen again, then slumped lifelessly against his gaming chair.
His little monkey had just been about to leap over a dirt pit when two arrows had precisely struck its head midair. After landing, it had been wildly stabbed by a Rat Soldier that burst out of the sand, dying on the spot.
Yellow sand howled through the air, and the desolate, soaring northern Shaanxi folk tune of the headless monk seemed to still echo in their ears. Yet the players had completely lost any interest in appreciating the frontier scenery.
The opening of this second chapter, "Wind Rises at Dusk," had given every player accustomed to the face-to-face brawling of Black Wind Mountain in the first chapter a harsh and vivid lesson in three-dimensional defensive tactics.
"Everyone, watch the sand beneath your feet!"
Huo Yuhao controlled the Destined One as he carefully edged along the side of a weathered rock, his eyes locked tightly onto every movement on the screen.
"This terrain design is way too devious! The archers are all standing on high rocks we normally wouldn't notice from our usual camera angle, while those Rat Soldiers with spears hide beneath the sand. The moment you get close, they burst out and catch you off guard."
Wang Dong'er watched with her heart in her throat. "And these rats coordinate way too well! The ones on the ground keep you tied down while the ones above provide suppressing fire. Yuhao, above your left!"
"Whoosh—!"
A crossbow bolt shot toward him with a shrill whistle.
Huo Yuhao reacted instantly. With a light tap on the keyboard, the little monkey