Dark Sand: My Players Are All Actors
Chapter 87 - 82: Does Killing the Boss Explode the Equipment?

Chapter 87: Chapter 82: Does Killing the Boss Explode the Equipment?

"Roll over them! No mercy for those who stand in our way!"

The bandit leader pointed forward with a spear in his hand, and the bandits who streamed into the city from the north gate immediately raised their swords and spears, charging at the players!

These bandits did not take the players at the north gate seriously at all.

The reason was simple, in their eyes, these were just illusions of natives summoned by the Reclaimers!

Logically speaking, though the illusions of these natives might be stronger than the average natives, they were not that much stronger.

Their fighting spirit definitely wouldn’t be particularly strong, their combat skills also wouldn’t be exceptional, and not to mention their numerical disadvantage.

And these bandits, each one an incarnation of a demon, not fearing pain, devoid of fear, and hardly needing any skills, just one charge would break these natives.

Thus, seeing these natives properly forming lines with shields, the bandit leader felt an inexplicable urge to laugh.

It now just wanted to break into the city and capture the only threatening Reclaimer!

"Hold the line!"

A Chiliarch among the players shouted, and soon, synchronized shouts erupted from the formation of players at the north city gate.

Sharp swords ferociously hacked over, the players raised their shields to block, then thrust forward fiercely with their spears!

Some players, not accustomed to spears, simply drew their longswords and passionately exchanged blows with the bandits!

The bandit leader swung a large cross spear, and its warhorse also emitted a dark aura, stubbornly breaking through the player’s formation, knocking two shield-bearing players flying far away!

However, as it turned around, it found that no other bandit had managed to follow.

As it charged through and created an opening, the players immediately closed ranks, leaving no opportunity for other bandits to pass through.

The bandit leader’s charge had unexpectedly turned it into a lone force deep within enemy lines!

Looking at the bandits who had charged with it in the first wave, all were pierced by spears, screaming miserably as dark energy dissipated from their wounds.

They frantically swung their swords and spears trying to kill the players in front of them, but the players had much stronger fighting spirit than anticipated and held their ground firmly, not taking a single step back!

"What is going on?"

The bandit leader was baffled, even unable to believe what it was seeing.

These people, weren’t they just supposed to be some illusions of natives? Logically, a charge should have dispersed them completely!

Why is their fighting spirit so unyielding? Why are their combat skills so exceptional?

These people weren’t numerous, but even seeing their comrades die right before their eyes, even facing massive casualties from a mere encounter, they remained utterly indifferent, showing no signs of retreat but instead becoming even more excited!

What kind of natives were these?

Even these seasoned demons had never heard of any era’s natives being so ferocious!

Moreover, the bandit leader looked around and found that there were about a dozen Wandering Warrior players and Ranger players, seemingly eager and surrounding it!

Scholar players were lingering at the back, ready to share damage, add buffs, or wait for the perfect moment to strike a critical blow with overwhelming righteousness.

Several squad leaders quickly exchanged opinions.

"Looks like a boss, shall we take him down?"

"Would he drop good loot?"

"Based on the offline event previously, this game doesn’t seem to have a loot drop system, but we can do it ourselves. If we take it down, this warhorse, this spear, and the armor it’s wearing should all be removable."

"Fuck, what are we waiting for then? Let’s do it!"

"It’s a bit risky though, this boss looks tough, didn’t you see it knocking two guys flying just now?"

"What’s there to fear? We still have a resurrection opportunity if we die, plus, we have so many people here!"

The players quickly reached a consensus, to take it down!

Previously in the Trial Illusion, these players would even dare to confront the Eastern Barbarian General alone; now with so many people, why should they hesitate?

The bandit leader was a demon, but at this moment, it felt it was seeing ghosts.

It had never seen such natives before, who didn’t run even when facing demons far stronger than themselves, but instead eyed with greed the large spear and the armor it wore.

This was outrageous!

With a long neigh from the warhorse, the bandit leader swung its large cross spear and charged at the players!

For small fries like these, it could impale one with a single thrust.

However, as the spear moved, the Wandering Warrior rolled on the spot at the last moment, narrowly dodging the spear tip by a hair’s breadth!

Not only that, but he also counter-thrusted, nearly hitting the warhorse’s buttocks.

A player shouted, "Hey, don’t kill the horse, we might still be able to ride it!"

Another player frowned, "We can’t worry about that now, let’s knock it down first, there are plenty more monsters outside, don’t dawdle!"

The bandit leader was confused, and this confusion soon turned into annoyance.

It couldn’t understand why these natives could still calmly discuss whether to kill the horse first after such risky, blood-curdling maneuvers!

It had never seen such arrogant natives who showed such disregard for demons!

It swung the large spear again, charging directly at the two talkative players.

Both players paused, looking at each other, seeing confusion in each other’s eyes.

What’s happening, could it be that this boss monster understands our speech? And it got angry? Can’t be, right?

Seeing the cross spear chop down, one rolled aside to dodge while the other, seeing it was too late, could only raise his shield to block hard.

Only a loud "bang" sounded, and the player, along with the shield, flew out.

The bandit leader wanted to chase them down, but other players had already swarmed up and completely surrounded it, bombarding it with spears, knives, and longswords!

...

"The west gate has also been breached!"

"Block the breach, maintain the formation!"

"Assassin thousand-man team ready, a band of bandits has headed towards the civilian areas!"

Through various channels, orders were rapidly passed and received.

Players also constantly explored the most efficient and quickest ways to transmit orders.

The county town’s defenses were indeed lacking, and the players also didn’t have much preparation time, so after holding on for a while, the west side was also breached by demons.

But for the players, there was nothing to be afraid of—some even became more excited.

How boring is it to shoot arrows from the city wall? Just let the bandits in and fight with real swords and spears!

The two reserve teams in the city had become a bit impatient.

The scene turned extremely chaotic, players and demon-controlled bandits tangled into one, fighting occurred everywhere—on the city walls, next to the civilian homes, in the markets...

In crucial moments, there was no time to give or follow orders, and the original squads could have been dispersed by the bandits, each fighting on their own.

But even in localized numerical inferiority, the players were not panicked at all; the only thought in their minds: "Anyway, before dying, I have to kill at least one!"

It is known that the number of demons and bandits was about twice that of the players, and each player had one chance to respawn.

Doesn’t that mean that killing one is breaking even, killing two is profit?

Once the complex battlefield was reduced to such a simple math problem, everything seemed so clear and straightforward!

But many players had the same question.

These bandits, despite being hacked, were insistent on penetrating deeper into this small county town... What exactly were they looking for?

...

A Wandering Warrior leading seventy to eighty elite bandits successfully broke through the players’ defense lines and arrived inside the county town.

The market and civilian homes had become dilapidated, with many broken walls and ruins.

The Wandering Warrior raised his longsword high: "The Regulator is very likely hiding inside this city! Find him, kill him!"

To the demons, they really didn’t care about the players in front of them.

In their view, these opponents were merely the indigenous people’s welcome, all cannon fodder summoned by the Regulator. What use was there in killing more cannon fodder without killing the Regulator?

As long as the Regulator was eliminated, these indigenous phantoms would naturally crumble without fighting, and this historical slice could naturally be wrested back.

So far, no one matching the characteristics of the Regulator had been seen, so the demons judged that the Regulator must still be hiding somewhere in the county town, determined to dig three feet into the ground to find him!

The bandits immediately rushed into the marketplace and civilian homes.

However, the next second, continuous screams erupted!

"Is there an ambush?"

The Wandering Warrior was somewhat surprised, as the area of civilian homes in front of him appeared completely silent, not at all like there were troops lying in wait.

But those bandits who entered to search were indeed assassinated, with even people outside not seeing where the enemy was.

The Wandering Warrior grasped the longsword hilt in his right hand and quietly stepped on the debris on the ground, moving deeper into the market.

Ahead, the body of a bandit appeared, with demonic black energy dissipating from its head.

These demon-controlled bandits were all very tenacious; if not hit in a vital spot, they normally wouldn’t be killed with one blow, always having a chance to counterattack.

But this bandit had been directly stabbed in the head with a dagger, such a precise death was really hard to imagine.

"Is it some highly skilled assassin?

"Is it the Regulator himself?

"Strange, it seems there is more than one such assassin..."

The Wandering Warrior’s pitch-black eyes moved, and as a demon, it too was somewhat unsure of the situation.

This historical slice’s situation was truly pervasively eerie.

Just then, a figure silently dropped from the roof next to him, like a hunting hawk, lunging towards the Wandering Warrior!

The demon’s black energy instantly condensed; it gripped the longsword hilt tightly, the longsword swinging out towards the dark shadow!

It was not an ordinary bandit but a skilled Wandering Warrior, confident it could strike with its longsword the instant the assassin tried to kill him, counting on the longsword’s length advantage to counter-kill!

With a "pu" sound, the longsword stabbed into the opponent’s body.

The Wandering Warrior saw the face of his opponent clearly, and to its surprise, it was actually a woman?

However, even though she was stabbed, Xia Ruoling’s figure still did not stop; she seemed completely unaffected, letting the longsword pierce through her body as her right hand’s dagger brutally stabbed downward into the Wandering Warrior’s forehead, sinking the full blade in!

In the instant her innate fury was triggered, even with fatal injuries, this strike wouldn’t stop.

The Wandering Warrior couldn’t understand why there was such a fierce person among the indigenous people, no matter how it thought.

But it didn’t have time to figure it out anymore; black energy continuously dissipated from its forehead, succumbing to oblivion.

Xia Ruoling also fell to the ground: "Good thing this isn’t the ultimate trial, only 20% of the pain...

"But this should be a mini-boss, right? Profit!"

Her body quickly disappeared on the ground, turning into a soul state waiting for resurrection.