EBE Chapter 103 The Newbie's First Battle is a Victory
Chapter 103 The Newbie's First Battle is a Victory
This halting Chinese explanation, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploded directly in the minds of Da Niu and Wang Liang.
The two exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly.
They just fell into the mindset trap of traditional online games, focusing only on the individual stats of weapons while ignoring the most terrifying advantage of the Fourth Calamity: numbers and attrition warfare.
Lynn stood aside, watching the players who had finally grasped the concept, and timely announced the price of this batch of weapons:
"The standard longsword of the Wasteland City: the blade alone costs 10 Maple Leaf Coins, and the complete set including the hilt costs 20 Maple Leaf Coins. Credits can be used to offset the cost."
Cheap.
It's ridiculously cheap.
Keep in mind that to get even the most basic iron sword from Sind in Warriors' Village, the starting price is two or three hundred Maple Leaf Coins, or you can exchange it for similar resources, not even counting the time and errand fees spent on the journey.
"Holy crap, foreigner, you're a fucking genius!"
Da Niu slapped his thigh, his eyes turning red. "This thing isn't for us high-level players to use in one-on-one battles; it's for mass-producing troops!"
Da Niu turned his head and looked outside the workshop.
Near the respawn point, dozens of new players, shivering with hunger due to the cancellation of free supplies and worried about finding work, were looking this way with longing eyes.
With only broken wooden sticks and rusty iron pickaxes, they dared not venture out into the wild to face those thick-skinned monsters.
The fangs of capital are revealed at this moment.
Da Niu grabbed Lynn's sleeve and shouted, "Boss! I need to stock up! Give me ten complete sets of standard longswords, plus twenty spare blades! Transfer the money from my account!"
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After buying the weapons, Da Niu and Wang Liang carried the heavy bundle of black steel and strode out of the workshop, standing in front of the group of hungry newbies.
"Listen up, everyone!"
Da Niu slammed a bundle of standard-issue longswords onto the ground, producing a deafening metallic clang.
"The Big Bull Mercenary Group is recruiting! Food provided! Weapons included! As long as you're not afraid to die and dare to take this thing out into the wild to fight monsters, you can not only eat black bread today, but also earn your first credit points! If it breaks, it's on me; if you die, it's considered a work-related injury! Anyone want to join?!"
"Would death be considered a work-related injury? Would the GM agree?" Wang Liang was a little uneasy.
"Never mind that, let's get the team up first!"
Gurgle.
Someone swallowed hard.
Immediately afterwards, a dozen or so hungry new players rushed forward as if they had seen a savior, howling and grabbing the black steel longsword on the ground.
Without even reading the contract terms, they pressed their muddy handprints directly onto the cloth.
Abandoned construction sites on the surface of abandoned urban areas.
Everywhere you look, there are rusty steel frames and broken precast concrete slabs. A layer of hazy smog hangs in the sky all year round, making visibility quite low.
A monster the size of a small four-wheeled carriage is perched on two intersecting I-beams.
Its entire body is a strange blue-purple color. Above its huge spherical head are three eyes growing side by side, and seven or eight thick tentacles covered with slime suckers are wriggling beneath it.
This is the iconic social creature of the abandoned city – the three-eyed octopus monster.
This monster is usually very difficult to deal with.
It has no bones and has extremely high physical resistance.
Those tentacles were not only incredibly strong, but the mucus they secreted could also easily corrode wood and inferior iron weapons. Even a first-tier warrior like Da Niu could easily get entangled in the suction cups and suffocate to death if he wasn't careful in a one-on-one fight.
But today, its hunting rules are about to fail.
Ten new players, dressed in white T-shirts, under the command of a senior player, formed a semi-circular encirclement with ten identical standard longswords and surrounded the attacker.
There are no fancy skills, only the most basic basic attack.
The three-eyed octopus sensed danger, and all three eyes contracted simultaneously!
It used its thick tentacles to kick the steel bars, and its huge body soared into the air, crashing down on the first newbie with a nauseating stench.
"when!"
The newbie raised his standard longsword with both hands to parry, the heavy black steel blade colliding with the octopus monster's tough skin.
The octopus monster's tentacles wrapped around the sword, and its suckers clung tightly to the black steel sword.
An ordinary cast iron sword would have been broken by the enormous torsional force, but the thick and inelastic spine of the standard longsword of the ruined capital withstood the crushing force.
"Don't fight it! Let go! Someone over there, take over!" Da Niu shouted from behind.
The newbie decisively released the sword hilt, and the three-eyed octopus monster, having lost its balance, crashed heavily to the ground.
Before it could jump up again, nine other longswords of identical size and weight slashed down simultaneously from different blind spots.
A poor-quality blade might chip or fail to sever the rubbery muscles in one stroke, but under the overwhelming force of sheer numbers and uniform physical weight, the octopus monster's tough skin was torn apart.
The old octopus was killed by a flurry of swords.
Thick, bluish-purple blood splattered everywhere, corroding the concrete blocks on the ground.
In less than two minutes, the monster was chopped into a pile of unrecognizable rotten flesh.
The newcomer, who had been knocked down, got up from the ground, picked up the longsword that had been bent and chipped at the blade by the octopus monster's tentacles, and looked at Da Niu somewhat helplessly: "Boss, the weapon is broken..."
Da Niu nonchalantly pulled a brand-new replacement sword blade from his backpack and tossed it over: "If it's broken, just replace it! We have plenty of these! Skin the monsters and keep pushing!"
That evening, the offline players brought this battle report to the real-world forums.
No one cared how low the weapon's single-target damage was; everyone was shocked by this cog-in-the-machine logic of warfare.
On the Rise of the Industrialized Mass Production Strategy: A Review Report on the Standard Longsword Type 1 in the Ruined City
The post details the logistical revolution brought about by the replaceable sword bar.
There are no blacksmiths, and no repair costs. As long as there are survivors on the front lines, they can keep fighting by simply inserting a sword.
The forum's tone has completely changed.
No one is seeking to purchase any advanced divine weapons anymore.
"Looking for a team! Does the big boss need any cannon fodder? My movement is amazing, I'll never waste a sword!"
"Are you still hiring at the workshop? I can work in three shifts operating the control levers; I just need one sword a day!"
The benefits of MapleStory's industrial revolution ignited the fourth scourge's passion for grinding and plundering.
In the underground of the abandoned city, hundreds of hungry eyes were fixed on the machine tool that was spewing sparks.
Just as players were immersed in their fantasies about weapon upgrades, sharpening their knives and preparing for a big battle.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ruined city, on the bumpy dirt road, a different scene was unfolding.
With their feet crushing the withered branches, several earthen dragons with glowing green eyes and shriveled bellies dragged heavy stone wheels, step by step, into this land that was being transformed by industrialization.
The steward in black robes stood in front of the carriage, his fingers trembling slightly as he gripped the wooden cane.
The dilapidated outline of the city ahead was their last hope for obtaining food.