Ever since the first players developed the triangular spike, this Directed Alienation has become an essential item that all players can craft.
Besides being simple to make and easy for beginners to practice, the triangular spikes of the World of Disorder are also quite different from those of the real world.
Because it grows from within the body, there are almost no production costs, so this thing can be used not only as a weapon, but has also been developed for a variety of very different uses.
Combat players use this to make bayonets and throwing knives, casual players can modify it to use as pointed wooden stakes, and exploration players even use it to climb trees or walls.
After the addition of the [Iron Birch] plant in the version update, the Three-edged Thorn also received its second buff.
With better materials available, the triangular thorn has found a second life in World of Disorder.
Just like the three-edged thorns of [ Howling Pothos ], the reason why they could leave wounds on Jeffrey that were difficult to heal was because he added some clever tricks during the Directed Alienation —his three-edged thorns were barbed.
So compared to the initial stab, Jeffrey was clearly more seriously injured when he pulled out the twin daggers; however, he is now unable to accuse [ Howling Pothos ] of lacking martial ethics.
On the rammed earth platform, before Luca could think of any further reasons to delay or defend himself, Alfonso, acting as both plaintiff and judge, had already struck the gavel:
"Alright, that's enough."
"Every soldier under my command can attest to this—"
" Jeffrey, Luca, and Vogt are guilty of misappropriating supplies, ostracizing colleagues, embezzling military pay, falsifying troop numbers, and disobeying military orders. In accordance with Imperial military law, they are sentenced to beheading!"
"Execute immediately!"
"Decapitation"—Knight Saili caught the key word in the Viscount's words and immediately took a step forward, reaching for the longsword at his waist, but his movement was suddenly interrupted by Alfonso.
"You take a rest, let them come."
Saili's longsword, which had just been drawn an inch, was gently pressed back into place, and then the one who gave the order began to scan the soldiers below.
He quickly named three people:
"[ Howling Pothos ], [ Retreat Drum Player ], [ Elderly and Children Fly First ], you three come to carry out the execution, one for each of you."
The Viscount's orders spread, and a discussion immediately broke out among the soldiers, who were all asking, "Who are these people?"
Aside from the one called "[ Howling Pothos ]", which I had heard of, the other two soldiers really didn't have any impression of them.
These guys were ordered to carry out the executions, could it be that...?
Along with "Who are these people?", another question was also being discussed, "What kind of weird names are these?"
The players themselves couldn't explain this problem, but they quickly discovered that [ Howling Pothos ]'s disguise was incredibly appealing; any question seemed to have an answer once it was brought up to his origins.
Why is the logic behind these people's behavior so bizarre?
Because they were savages, they were not enlightened.
Why did they fight so desperately?
Because they are savages, they are not afraid of death.
Why are their names so difficult to pronounce?
Because they were savages, their names were chosen arbitrarily.
Why...
Because they are...
In short, once the identity of a northern mountain dweller was revealed, all problems ceased to exist.
Three figures stepped out of the crowd, each drawing a weapon they were comfortable with, and approached the edge of the rammed earth platform.
With the beautifying filters of " World of Disorder " working their magic, the three of them completed the task personally assigned by the Viscount with little effort.
"[ Practice More If You're Bad ]."
The viscount issued another order.
"Your subordinate is here."
"Stick four heads outside the camp as a warning to everyone."
"Your subordinate obeys."
[ Practice More If You're Bad ] Carrying several spherical objects, Alfonso glanced at the trembling soldiers and gave another order to the knight beside him:
" Saili, immediately begin checking the number of soldiers and divide them into three groups."
"Yes, sir."
"The three of you."
He then looked at the three of them: [ Howling Pothos ]
"Each of you go and take a group, bringing the total to one hundred people. No more, no less."
"From this moment forward, you are the new centurions."
"Yes!!"
With three "bang" sounds as they struck the breastplate, [ Howling Pothos ], [ Retreat Drum Player ], and [ Elderly and Children Fly First ] officially shed their status as " Nobody ".
Seeing this absurd yet logical scene unfold before their eyes, many veteran soldiers swallowed hard, their eyes filled with barely suppressed envy.
How long have they been in the army?
That's a ridiculously fast promotion!
While cursing inwardly, these soldiers clearly understood one thing: the smooth and effortless arrest of the three centurions alone was enough to show that these three men were extremely capable fighters!
Their awe of the strong extinguished their inner desires, while another group of soldiers began to look forward to seeing how many victories such a centurion could lead them to.
Among the hundreds of people, some were jealous, some envious, some yearning, and some expectant. However, there was another group who were different from everyone else; they felt... panic.
[ Practice More If You're Bad ] The twenty-odd natives in the hundred-man team were now in a panic.
Under the care of [ Practice More If You're Bad ] and the other Soul Returner, they only needed to handle logistics and never went to the battlefield.
But those three men, promoted to centurions, couldn't possibly leave without any of their own men. If they suddenly conscripted so many warlike and fearless mountain people, wouldn't they be going to the battlefield themselves?
Unconcerned about what the soldiers were thinking, Alfonso was currently reviewing his own performance.
Military law procedures were fine, killing to establish authority was fine, promotion on the spot was fine, seizing power amidst chaos was fine—yes, I did a great job.
After recalling the events, Alfonso's agitated state finally calmed down somewhat.
So he waved to everyone:
"Alright, everyone's tired."
"That's all for tonight, no, for this morning. After counting heads and dividing into teams, everyone can go their separate ways."
"To prevent attacks from the Alliance scouts or bandits, all centurions should remember to set up patrol posts."
"Guards, set up my tent."
"And you three, after you're divided into teams, call [ Practice More If You're Bad ] and come find me."
"Yes!"
This time, hundreds of voices merged into a deafening roar, and Alfonso Lange truly became the master of this thousand-man squad... well, this half-thousand-man squad.
A quarter of an hour later, [ Practice More If You're Bad ] and the remaining three appeared in the military tent that had been re-erected on the rammed earth platform, with the Viscount sitting in front of them, taking a nap.
The incompetent centurion opened his eyes and sized up the three newly promoted men, finally looking at his veteran confidant [ Practice More If You're Bad ]:
"You all did a great job today."