A wooden boat, which looked no better than the Lalde fishing boat, approached from a distance, and before one could see clearly, the voice came.

"Yo-yo, stop the fishing boat in front!" A fat man with high toes stood on the bow of the ship, and the whole ship's waterline was almost unbalanced, but fortunately, the sailor at the helm was highly skilled.

"This area of the sea has been occupied by our Kshatriya Gang, and from today onwards, all players who eat in this fishing ground will have to hand over a third of their harvest!" The fat man was followed by three players with bows and arrows, and several bows and arrows were shot scattered.

The arrow flew crookedly over a distance of thirty or forty meters, lost its strength not far in front of the fishing boat, and disappeared into the sea.

"This is just a warning, it's your head that hits next time!" There was no trace of embarrassment in the fat man's voice, but he shouted confidently: "But the Kshatriya Gang has always been merciful, forget it today, remember to report to us before going to sea next time!" ”

Xu Yichen watched the other party's fake tiger shouting with interest, not knowing where the other party's self-confidence came from.

Unlike the others on the ship, the guy named Horst is a difficult character to mess with at first glance, just looking at the physique and muscles, these players in front of him who are not even as good as the militia are not enough for him to fight alone.

"There are a lot of them, and they are very powerful in this area, don't be like them." Ralph whispered to Xu Yichen: "After all, we still need to stay here for a while, and the wild is too dangerous for us. ”

The Demon Hunter shrugged his shoulders, these ordinary players were not much higher in his eyes than the aborigines, and if the other party had the intention of calming things down, he would not be idle about it.

After all, there are no new Huaxia players here, and there are no players from friendly countries in the real sense, he is just a passerby.

For the sake of them doing him a great favor, Xu Yichen didn't mind taking out a few hundred gold coins to improve their living and equipment level after going ashore.

But he didn't want to find trouble, and trouble would find him.

An archer stood beside the fat man and muttered a few words in a low voice, his eyes sweeping over Xu Yichen and Sabra behind him from time to time.

Sabra hid in a corner, keeping his head down to hide his presence as much as possible, but Ralph's fishing boat was too big to pull off a man-like trick.

He now regretted that he hadn't entered the cabin with Trista, that wasn't the first time his status had caused him trouble, and that he didn't want to always cause trouble for a few of his fellow men.

"Ha, it turns out that our traitor Mr. is also on this ship, so the situation is different!" The corner of the fat man's mouth had a smug smile: "We've been looking for you for several days, but I didn't expect you to run to the sea!" ”

Xu Yichen hugged his shoulders and looked at Sabra, he wanted to see how this person would react.

He has little affection for the princely vassal states of South Asia, whether they are enemies or so-called friends, but such a rich land has raised a group of slackers.

As enemies they are completely incompetent, and as allies they have almost no value.

A few people who have the backbone to stand up, Xu Yichen admires them, just like the superpower who can manipulate human thoughts.

Xu Yichen personally took his brain, and as a tribute, he asked the local garrison to bury the rest according to the tradition of the deceased.

Xu Yichen didn't understand the screening mechanism of these ordinary players, but he didn't think there would be too many real rebel members mixed in.

"Don't go too far, Sabra is your compatriot, but you can't look down on him like this, and we outsiders." Horst's tall figure stepped out of the cabin and stood in front of Sabra: "We don't want to make trouble, but don't try to take advantage of this!" ”

Horst came out of the cabin and put on a simple leather armor, which could be seen to be a little ill-fitting for the tall Horst, and there were signs of re-stitching in many places.

Horst also carried a half-new-looking scimitar in his hand, and Xu Yichen remembered that he had used this light weapon that was popular among sailors for a while when he first entered the game.

"I remember him, he broke Abshek's arm last time!" The archer angrily pointed at Horst and shouted, "He's the murderer!" ”

"If I don't stop him, Sabra will be beheaded by that bastard!" Horst's voice was louder than the other side: "And I didn't kill anyone!" I just broke his arm and taught him a lesson! An injury like that can't be life-threatening! ”

The Demon Hunter continued to hug his shoulders and watch the excitement, looking like this Horst was very experienced with breaking people's arms.

"It will take two months for his injuries to recover, and the priest in the city will pay forty gold coins to heal him!" The archer gritted his teeth and said, "We have to kill him in the end, and heal the wounds you caused by resurrection!" ”

Xu Yichen smiled contemptuously, it is undeniable that in this almost 100% realistic game, the person who can accept this kind of 'treatment' is also a ruthless character.

However, the price paid in this is something that these players will never be aware of.

"You barbarians, is human life so worthless in your eyes?" Horst felt that he was completely unable to understand the logic of these people.

You can kill people, it's my business! Horst's heart was screaming, but in order not to make the situation more tense, he forcibly swallowed this complaint.

"We are warriors!" The archer, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, looked up proudly: "It is a waste to delay for two months to wait for the recovery of the injury!" You are far from understanding our spirit! ”

"Hand over that traitor to us, and we'll be over today." The fat man glanced at the scimitar in Horst's hand, and compared the three bamboo pole warriors he brought, feeling that it was not very safe: "As for you, we will settle the account next time!" ”

"Don't even think about it!" Ralph, who had always maintained the image of a good old man, stood up and carried a harpoon: "Don't think we're going to be afraid of the Kshatriyas!" ”

To be honest, the well-equipped new Chinese players behind him gave Ralph a lot of confidence.

As a middle-class man from a relatively wealthy background with some knowledge of the international situation, Ralph was sure that the new Chinese player would be on his side.

He had been thinking of holding back for a while, but after hearing that Horst and the other party had formed a feud, Ralph began to weigh the pros and cons in his mind.

Fortunately, he made the right bet.