If We Die, We All Die Together
In the reception room of Angmar, this luxurious palace was now packed with high-ranking players from the Middle-earth Supreme Guild.
The atmosphere was oppressive, and the people were furious. It was truly a case of dying before even getting started; the entire team was wiped out before even reaching the Lost Island. To make matters worse, the two heroes tasked with the plot-driven kills were both eliminated. This was a huge loss.
What's even more tragic is that, upon reflection, it was all self-inflicted. When Hydra bombarded the ship, no one offered any resistance; it was as if everyone was tied up and left to be killed. This feeling was especially suffocating.
After a long silence, someone finally broke it.
"Boss, we've respawned on the Lost Island. What do we do next?" The one who asked the question was Boromir. As the highest-ranking protection warrior in the guild, he served as the main tank when there were no heroes, so he still had some say.
Upon hearing his question, Angmar fell into a silent contemplation. Although they had been wiped out at sea, the greatest strength of adventurers lay in their ability to resurrect. Since the Lost Island was the closest respawn point to that sea area, the players of Middle-earth Supreme, after being wiped out and re-entering the game, found their souls in the graveyard on the Lost Island. Because the distance was too far and they had died at sea, they were too lazy to run back to their corpses and simply resurrected with weakened bodies, now all waiting on the island.
However, Angmar wasn't so lucky; he and Gandalf were killed off by the plot, and these two characters were completely defeated.
"You all continue to wait on the island until I switch accounts and go there." After pondering for a long time, Angmar said this. He was still unwilling to give up. It was really unreasonable to have gone to such lengths and achieved nothing. So he decided to continue to observe the situation on the Lost Island. As for what he was going to do, he really hadn't thought that far ahead.
"Okay, boss, we'll do as you say. But by the way, you're not planning to use a hero character again, are you?"
As a rich second-generation, Angmar naturally wouldn't only have one character. Besides this two-star hero, he also has an account with a high-level hero template. However, this time he doesn't plan to use it. Instead, he plans to use his old adventurer account to go to the Lost Island. Adventurers aren't afraid of death, after all.
This adventurer account was the one I used before the game introduced hero templates; it's finally come in handy.
"Of course not, I'll go using the Adventurer."
"Should we remind the other guilds?" Boromir asked again.
"No need," Angmar said coldly, but in his heart he thought, "I've already spent all my money, and now the man is dead. I can't be the only one who suffers; if we're going to die, we should all die together."
Humans are strange creatures. When they're down on their luck, they hope others will suffer too. If everyone is unlucky, then their own misfortune doesn't seem so hard to accept. As the saying goes, sharing happiness is better than enjoying it alone. Angmar has made up his mind to let others experience the feeling of being wiped out, especially the hero players—it would be best if they were all dead.
Since fighting Azathoth will definitely grant reputation points to hero players, potentially allowing a low-level hero to advance several levels at once, it's a huge advantage that shouldn't be missed. Let them suffer a loss too.
Upon hearing Angmar's command, the members of the Middle-earth Supreme Guild left the meeting room and logged into the game. Angmar also opened his adventurer account, preparing to enter the game.
On the other hand, since no warnings were received, Xiao Yu's subsequent massacre was easy and enjoyable. Sgelari led the Hydra Legion and easily intercepted four Alliance passenger ships. None of the adventurers on these four ships escaped; they were all killed. The number of adventurers killed reached nearly a thousand, and several hero players of varying levels were also killed.
The only pity is that because he had to play the good guy, Xiao Yu couldn't take action himself and could only let Sgelari collect the reputation points. But fortunately, Sgelari is now practically his pet, so it's not a complete loss.
What excited him even more was that because it was a plot-driven kill, these heroes were practically dropping their underwear! They were picking up all sorts of equipment with great enthusiasm. He got five or six pieces of plot-driven equipment alone, and twenty or thirty pieces of purple and blue gear. Xiao Yu naturally couldn't use this equipment, but he could use it as quest rewards. He would hand over the equipment drops to the bosses that his subordinates were preparing to send into the dungeon, and then give it to the adventurers running the dungeon. This way, he could reduce the bosses' resurrection costs.
"Alright, this is the last one. Once we take this one down, they should be almost out of people."
Looking at the Alliance passenger ship that came into view in the distance, Xiao Yu gave an order to Sgelari.
Sgelari (Hydra demigod): "Yes, my master! Your command is my direction!" Sgelari agreed as he slowly sank into the water, heading towards the Alliance passenger ship.
Alliance transport ship, Lordaeron--
Moonmark?Shadow Chaser (Watchers): "Everyone be careful! I've received intelligence that there's something wrong in the waters ahead. The Hydras will attack the people on the ship, and a giant boss will also join the battle. Listen up, everyone! Once the Hydras appear, you must fight with all your might!"
The Night Elf heroine standing at the bow of the ship was dashing and heroic. Her form-fitting black dragon leather armor accentuated her graceful figure, and a cloak draped over her back. An owl-shaped mask covered half of her face, giving her a mysterious and deadly beauty.
Upon hearing this, the adventurers began to murmur amongst themselves. This was the last ship to leave the port, and it didn't carry any major guilds; it was mostly made up of casual players with very weak skills. So, upon hearing the words of the heroes on board, their reactions varied. Some turned pale with fright, while others were extremely excited, completely oblivious to fear.
Moonmark?Shadow Chaser then turned to the NPC captain on the ship, "In the name of the Alliance heroes, I command you to accept my command from this moment forward."
The captain shook his head.
Jarvis (Captain of the Lordaeron): "I'm afraid not, madam. This ship is Alliance passenger vessel. My mission is to sail to Kalimdor; I cannot accept your orders."
Moonmark?Shadow Chaser (Watchers): "Oh, is that so--"
The Night Elf's face showed a thoughtful expression. Suddenly, she looked behind the captain, her face showing surprise.
Moonmark?Shadow Chaser (Watchers): "Oh my god, look behind you! There's a kodo flying around!"
"What?" The captain turned around in surprise, but saw nothing behind him. The next second, a sharp pain shot through his back as a sharp blade pierced through his chest armor and went right through him.
The Execute effect was triggered, and the captain screamed and died.
The Moonmark?Shadow Chaser wiped his scimitar on the corpse and coldly glanced at the crew members on the ship.
Moonmark?Shadow Chaser: "Now, does anyone have any questions?" Seeing that no one dared to speak, he nodded. "Very good, now turn the ship around and we'll circle the waters ahead."