"What?"
[ Howling Pothos ] instinctively let out a low cry after losing its footing.
He then saw the expression on the face of his former colleague, the leader of the [ Jack-of-All-Trades Club ] [ Retreat Drum Player ], who was on the last tank, change from surprise to horror.
Something happened up ahead?
[ Howling Pothos ] immediately turned its head, but felt that even such a basic movement as turning around was difficult to perform, and its body seemed to be twisting in the opposite direction.
In the next instant, he finally understood his current situation.
He took flight.
To be precise, he and the carriage flew up together.
More precisely, it was a familiar feeling, the last time I felt it seemed to be when I went to the castle to find Ed and went up the Inverted Staircase.
Yes, it felt exactly the same as back then; they were... Weightlessness!
[ Howling Pothos ]'s gaze met that of a four- Hoofed Beast that floated past.
The horse's face was also filled with terror, bewildered by the sudden Weightlessness.
A second earlier, the instant the two Hoofed Beast in front stomped the ground, they entered a chaotic gravitational field—
In the Wilderness of Chaos, it's not surprising to encounter any strange domain rules.
However, there are no obvious signs before entering a gravitational field or a field that deprives one of the five senses; at least, it cannot be detected without careful observation.
So the sequence of events is that the three parties, while running and fighting, accidentally entered a region with abnormal gravity.
The force of the Hoofed Beast stomping on the ground sent the two carriages, [ Howling Pothos ] and [ Master Club ], which were in front, flying up along with all the people and things on them.
The driver of the [ Jack-of-All-Trades Club ] carriage behind was on guard, but the three carriages had already become one during the battle. With the two lead carriages entering the chaotic gravity field, the remaining carriage could only follow.
This feeling is not pleasant; it's like the front of a train derailing, and the passengers behind, even if they notice, are powerless to help.
Three carriages sped slowly through the air, their equipment, items, and even the players moving erratically in different directions, making them look like a Santa Claus that had overturned, with gifts scattered all over the ground.
One minute later, due to air resistance, the group's speed gradually decreased to almost a standstill.
At this moment, everyone noticed a small problem: they were trapped in this chaotic gravity field.
Thanks to the powerful stomping of the Hoofed Beast in the instant of weightlessness, the twelve people, six Hoofed Beast, three carriages, and some supplies were all suspended in the air at least twenty meters above the ground.
Surrounding them were countless other floating dust and pebbles, and they had no other footholds to hold onto.
[ Howling Pothos ] looked at [ Retreat Drum Player ] not far away, who seemed like a fish out of water, constantly twisting and writhing in the air.
However, its effect was clearly not significant; aside from making itself spin in place, it showed no signs of escaping the gravitational field.
How far are they from the entrance to this realm?
Judging from the state of the rocks and soil, it's probably less than thirty meters away. At the [ Retreat Drum Player's] crawling speed, this body wouldn't even reach the entrance before it dies.
Such a distance would be nothing to a player who had added a little strength, but for the twelve people who had no way to use their strength at the moment, it seemed like an insurmountable chasm.
Would the other direction be better?
[ Howling Pothos ] looked in the direction it had faced when it entered the Weightlessness space, and saw countless floating pebbles and dust in the afterglow of the setting sun. Among them were even the skeletons of unknown animals, and in the distance, there seemed to be a few unlucky Blood Corpse that had been swept in.
Seeing this scene, [ Howling Pothos ] could almost imagine what would happen to any animal that accidentally wandered into this area.
In a Weightlessness space devoid of food and footholds, all those Aberration creatures could do besides howl in agony and endure hunger and thirst while Descent death.
Even a creature like Blood Corpse will eventually weaken and die after being exposed to the sun day after day.
Although this gravitational field doesn't seem scary, upon closer inspection, it sent a chill down [ Howling Pothos's ] spine.
Fortunately, I'm a player; if everyone only had one life, I certainly wouldn't be so calm right now.
After a series of attempts, the [ Retreat Drum Player ] conveyed to everyone, with his panting breath, the fact that "this method didn't work."
"My goodness, what kind of place is this?"
One of the trapped players couldn't help but start speaking in his hometown dialect, while another directly targeted the [ Retreat Drum Player ]:
"Everyone was driving peacefully, why did you strike first?"
The [ Retreat Drum Player ] glanced at the man, recognized him as a member of the [ Master Club ], and scoffed, asking in return:
"And what's wrong with you guys? One second you're all 'Big Brother Pothos,' the next you're backstabbing me."
The man spat and said:
"But he didn't agree to our peace request, so what, are we not allowed to back out? Is this what you call betrayal?"
The man then looked at [ Howling Pothos ]:
"Dude, if you had teamed up with us earlier and taken them down, none of this would have happened, right?"
[ Howling Pothos ] found this somewhat amusing:
"It would be good if I could help you; otherwise, there might only be four people floating in the air here."
This statement essentially means that if he agrees to the alliance, the other party will definitely betray him after bringing down the [ Jack-of-All-Trades Club ], just as they ultimately did.
The player scoffed and didn't say anything more.
After a brief argument, everyone's anger gradually subsided, like a group of elementary school students who had just finished a fight and were sulking.
Although they appeared to be fighting to the death on the road, out of consideration for face and moral standards, they had actually been attacking each other's carriages and Hoofed Beast the whole time, without launching any truly harmful attacks on others.
Firstly, as top-tier independent players and members of two well-known guilds, everyone present did value face or team image.
[ Howling Pothos ] goes without saying; his image in the minds of many players is roughly that "as long as Pothos launches an attack, everything will be fine." This image brings him many commissions and is one of the reasons why he can maintain his current high ranking on his own.
As for the [ Jack-of-All-Trades Club ] and the [ Master Club ], a team's reputation among casual players is also very important, so they are quite cautious in their words and actions when playing with random players.