[ Clear Soup Master ] pondered for a few seconds upon hearing this, and finally nodded without any modesty:
"Yes, it's actually a coincidence... I was attacked by treants before, and if it weren't for my high physique, I would already be equipped in Valhalla by now."
" That's Good Then," he said after thinking for a moment.
"If we also want to join, are there any insider channels?"
[ Clear Soup Master ] shook the treetop and replied:
"No, I can briefly explain the process to you. First, you need to be physically strong enough to avoid dying when attacked by the treants."
"Secondly, you have to endure severe torture, which is actually not difficult, just a bit boring."
"The third step is to undergo reformation, which is particularly boring and will probably take three or four days."
"Then you can be like me."
[ That's Good Then. ] He nodded and said:
"If you can become stronger, I think you can give it a try. You look much stronger than the other treants."
[ Clear Soup Master ] had also speculated about this:
"Those tree-people were pitiful experimental subjects. They were weak even when they were human, so naturally they weren't very strong after becoming tree-people."
" That's Good Then," she said, as if she had made up her mind.
"I've decided to join you. We've been in the city for three days now, hiding in sparsely populated areas. Today, we finally managed to get out and explore, but we died. I need to become stronger too."
The one on the ground, still not quite dead, [ That's Really Bad ] also sobbed and said:
"Me too."
The treant's lips twitched slightly, and he first looked at [ That's Really Bad ]:
"You're definitely out of luck. Do you mind if I use your corpse to gain credit?"
" That's Really Bad," he shook his head, replying with his last ounce of strength.
"Please compensate me a little."
The tree-man found this somewhat difficult:
"Who taught you this?"
"Of course it's ' Warm Brother '."
After saying this, the light in [ That's Really Bad ]'s eyes completely disappeared, and he became a real corpse.
[ Clear Soup Master ] turned to look at [ That's Good Then ]:
"You're coming with me?"
" That's Good Then." He nodded firmly.
"Okay, let's add each other as friends outside, and we can chat in detail after we log off. I can tell you some tips."
After making an agreement with the two players, [ Clear Soup Master ] used his sturdy branches to lift [ That's Really Bad ] and tied [ That's Good Then ] around his waist. Looking at the faint light on the horizon, he began to swagger towards the central cathedral.
A few minutes after the treant left with the prisoners, a rustling conversation came from a dark alley beside the street:
"Are you sure you've left?"
"They're gone, they must be gone."
"Come on, it's time for us to eat."
Three furtive players emerged from the alleyway, crouching like rats: [ Aluode ], [ Western Sharpshooter ], and [ Gill's Cuisine ].
The three of them went to the remaining Living Wood branches that hadn't been collected, and tapped them. When they heard a dull, solid sound, their faces lit up with joy.
A smile appeared on [ Aluode's ] face:
"Boss, your plan is perfect."
[ Western Sharpshooter ] just pursed his lips:
"It's just eating corpses, what's so perfect about that?"
[ Gill's Cuisine ] Raised an eyebrow:
"Then don't eat it."
Upon hearing this, [ Western Sharpshooter ] hugged the thick, Living Wood branch he was holding tighter:
"That won't do. I still need to save up money for weapon upgrades."
[ Gill's Cuisine ] said, holding a piece of Living Wood in each hand:
"These are materials I've never seen before; I feel like they could sell for a lot of money."
"Have you forgotten why we came to the city?"
"Of course it's exploration, but the problem is, who could have imagined that the difficulty of Fir City would be dynamic? The first night was so safe, how come monsters started patrolling the nights after only two days?"
"If you ask me, we should just commit suicide. We can go out, bring back some better gear, and maybe we can come back in and make a big comeback."
"Then you'll need some start-up capital. I've decided, we'll leave later. We should be able to sell this wood for some money, and we'll come back tomorrow."
"Let's go, let's get out of here quickly, or more NPCs will be peeking around again when it gets light."
The group whispered among themselves, then, carrying their spoils, disappeared back into the intricate network of dark alleyways in Fir City. Half an hour later, several Soldier Bee pierced the night and hovered above the three of them...
Meanwhile, north of Fir City.
"Is this your distribution channel?"
[ Do Some Farm Work ] Looking at the ice cave in front of me, I felt a little doubtful about life.
Only [ Epic-Level Giant ] participated in today's night fishing activity. The other two anglers who had monthly subscription slots were not uninterested, but were forced offline because their online time had reached its limit, and their bodies were currently charging in the "cocoon" in the warehouse.
The [ Epic-Level Giant ] pointed to the ice cave in front of it and said emotionlessly:
"Please."
[ Do Some Farm Work ] looked troubled:
"Won't I suffocate in there?"
He was clearly not asking a question, but rather seeking reassurance from his companion.
But the [ Epic-Level Giant ] didn't think so; instead, it answered seriously:
"Possibly."
He looked at the [ Do Some Farm Work ] who was showing some trepidation:
"Didn't you want to become a 'gray market' boss? You can't even take this little risk?"
[ Do Some Farm Work ] was spurred on by these words and also thought of his own previous ambitions--
A weapons-making Master hidden in Valhalla, a game boss who controls smuggling routes in the dark world...
The former has already taken the first step with [ Howling Pothos ], and the latter is at this moment.
As long as you can deliver the goods ordered by [ Clear Soup Master ] to him, one gold coin will be credited to your account.
Although some profits need to be shared with [ Howling Pothos ], who operates the strongholds inside the city, and [ Epic-Level Giant ], who operates the supply depots outside the city, the profits are still quite considerable.
He snorted and looked at the [ Epic-Level Giant ] in front of him, saying:
"A tired old trick of reverse psychology."
"But it works."
The [ Epic-Level Giant ] shrugged and gestured for them to proceed again.
[ On the Do Some Farm Work, he took a step forward, pinched his nose with one hand and covered the goods he needed to smuggle for the first time with the other, and jumped into the cold river in the dark.
One fact that [ Do Some Farm Work ] didn't tell anyone else was that he actually couldn't swim, or rather, he only knew the most basic doggy paddle.
But he had already asked about this beforehand [ Howling Pothos ]. The journey from outside the city to inside was downstream. He only needed to confirm that he was moving with the current and had passed through a cut metal fence to know that he had entered Fir City.
Then you need to search the river for the markers prepared beforehand by [ Howling Pothos ], and for the other party's backup...
Repeating the key points of the operation in his mind, [ the Do Some Farm Work ] followed the water flow through the still sharp-edged metal fence, and soon saw a hand reaching into the cold river water not far ahead...
Okay, okay, is this how it's marked?