The so-called "experience enthusiasts" are a group of people who want to play as many roles as possible in the game "World of Disorder," a game with an unimaginably high degree of freedom.
And [ Aluode ] is one of the best among them.
Traitor, spy, undercover agent, adventurer, bartender, secret police...
Since registering his account, he has lost count of how many identities he has used.
Upon hearing that he could work as a mercenary in the south, [ Aluode ], who had just finished serving in the Great Labyrinth City, immediately fled south. After a long and arduous journey, he was recognized by [ Dark Archmage ], who eventually introduced him to the Middle Tier fortress knight who had beheaded [ Clear Soup Master ].
As an experience-oriented player, [ Aluode ]'s overall strength is also among the top level in the game. So after a simple test, the Fortress Knights immediately gave [ Aluode ] their own crystal cluster certification.
Today was his first mission outside of his daily patrols, and he felt a wave of dizziness after just glancing at the message from [ Dark Archmage ].
If things continue like this, it looks like a war is about to break out.
Once the battle begins, given [ Howling Pothos ]'s skill level, his teammates are probably not too bad either. Even if their cavalry unit wins, they will likely suffer heavy losses.
What a bad start...
[ Aluode ] sighed inwardly. After recognizing reality, he immediately put his mind to work, trying to come up with a reasonable solution to the problem in a short time.
It's a pity that [ the Ginseng Rooster ] is here.
Just as the verbal sparring between the two sides was escalating, [ Aluode ] suddenly spurred his horse forward and said to the skeleton soldier:
"Brother, insulting someone without insulting their mother is like fluffing cotton—your insults are so crude, I need to go and give their family a good talking-to."
As he spoke, he continued riding forward, passing the dumbfounded skeleton and the arrow stuck in the ground, marking the safe zone.
His horse's speed remained unchanged; he simply removed his hood as he moved forward, revealing the cluster of crystals on his forehead, and then continued forward with his hands half-raised, as if waiting for cheers.
Because both parties concealed their ID displays, [ Easily Soluble in Water ] recognized the person after a brief biometric facial recognition process.
[ Aluode ], well, what veteran player doesn't know what kind of guy he is?
He made a gesture, and several players on the outer wall of the sandcastle immediately aimed their weapons at the approaching figure, ready to riddle him with bullets.
But this scene appeared incredibly heroic to the skeletons behind them.
Knowing full well that the other side might attack, he still dared to ride forward alone, and he was even going to hurl insults at them—he's truly fearless!
[ Aluode ] arrived at a point a few dozen steps away from the outer wall, and used his mind to open his chat panel. He found that he was still not at a distance where he could send messages normally, so he had no choice but to muster his courage and continue forward.
Finally, at a distance of about twenty steps from the outer wall, [ Aluode ] managed to establish a connection with [ Howling Pothos ].
He immediately started typing, asking if the other person was ready to join his plan.
At the same time, he took a deep breath and shouted at the men on the city wall:
"You sons of bitches, didn't your mothers teach you that you can't have your babies in other people's houses?"
On the outer wall, everyone was momentarily puzzled.
What is this guy doing?
curse?
They can tell when someone is swearing.
But where are the Imperials?
A moment later, [ Easily Soluble in Water ] suddenly slapped his forehead:
"Holy crap, we're Imperials now!"
Oh right!
The others also gradually realized what was happening:
"An honorary imperial citizen is still an imperial citizen!"
"Why aren't the Imperial's able-bodied men considered Imperial citizens?"
"I have dual citizenship; I am an Imperial citizen!"
So... was this bastard actually insulting himself?
Just before the players were about to unleash their firepower on [ Aluode ] below, [ Howling Pothos ], who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke:
"Don't fire, yell back!"
Although the others were puzzled, they felt that there was nothing wrong with how [ Howling Pothos ] handled the situation.
In war, envoys are not to be killed. Now that [ Aluode ] has been riddled with bullets, how will we negotiate in the future?
So the skeleton soldiers, the [ Dark Archmage ], and over fifty other players listened to the two sides hurling insults at each other from behind.
Because people come from different countries in another world, their ways of swearing are also quite different:
Some players use extremely vivid verbs, some use more professional nouns, and some use very descriptive adjectives...
These swear words from different civilizations were then uniformly transformed into the language of this world by the all-powerful Little Green, and thus a strange cultural invasion began.
A torrent of profanities invaded the mind of the skeleton soldier present; he simply couldn't believe that there were so many variations of cursing.
Next time I encounter those imperialists who only know how to Blood Exchange and run away at the first sign of danger, I'll definitely use all the technical terms I learned today to insult them!
And so, the two sides began to scrutinize each other's family genealogies generation by generation around the ancestral resting place, interspersed with dangerous biological knowledge such as gene mutations and cross-species hybridization experiments.
After listening intently for what seemed like an eternity, the skeleton soldier suddenly realized that the verbal battle between the two sides had ended.
And the mercenary named [ Aluode ] returned slowly on horseback with a victorious expression on his face.
As for the enemies on the outer wall, they inexplicably didn't launch an attack, perhaps because they had lost a round of their recent insult contest...
[ Aluode ] approached the group, who had already reached the safety line marked by the arrow.
The skeleton soldier who had miraculously survived reached out and grabbed his horse's reins, asking:
What was the result?
[ Aluode ] looked at the skeleton soldier whose eyes were glowing red:
"I've already won the argument, now it's time to win the fight!"
"Good!"
The skeleton soldier was incredibly excited, but unfortunately, he could no longer make any expression on his face.
Are you the only survivor in this sandcastle?
[ Aluode ] suddenly asked seriously.
The excited skeleton soldier, not understanding why the other party asked this, thought for a moment and said:
"Perhaps not. Lide and I went in two different directions to get reinforcements."
"I see."
[ Aluode ] grasped the skeleton soldier's bony hands and said earnestly:
"Then I'm relieved."
After saying that, he tilted his head rather strangely.
"What?"
"Whoosh~"
"Bang!"
The sounds of air being torn apart and shattering rang out in quick succession, accompanied by a tremendous force.
The skeleton soldier twitched instinctively, but was unable to resist because its hands were being held.
A thick, armor-piercing arrow had pierced his head, and because there was no flesh or skin to cushion or pull it, his entire skull shattered into several pieces.
The headless body trembled twice, then collapsed to the ground, and the red light where its eyes had been gradually extinguished.
Behind the skeleton soldier, a player smiled with relief:
I knew you'd have another trick up your sleeve!
"Speak quickly!"