Game of the World Tree - Chapter 539

539. Chapter 537 Sandstorm

The howling wind was like a wolf howling, whirring the earth.

The flags on the earth wall were blown all over the place by the strong wind, and some were even broken directly from the flagpole.

The sky was dark, and yellow sand and gravel danced wildly in the air, rustling the tent.

The sandstorm came…

For the Death Desert, which is full of yellow sand, sandstorms are common weather.

And after the opening of the Death Desert plot, players have encountered it before.

However, this is the first time to encounter such a big sandstorm.

The sky is dark, and sand and stones are flying.

It is clearly daytime, but the whole world is like it has come to night.

The stationing area of the Nature Heart Guild.

Li Mu stayed in his tent, listening to the whistling wind hitting the tent.

He looked at the time of the game system, walked to the tent door, and carefully lifted a corner of the tent…

As he moved, the strong wind immediately poured in, carrying dense yellow sand, hitting his face like raindrops.

In an instant, Li Mu felt a stinging pain on his face, and a feeling of suffocation came over him.

He coughed a few times, quickly closed the door of the tent, and lowered his pain.

In a moment, a layer of yellow sand had accumulated on the ground.

After spitting out the dust that had entered his mouth when he coughed, Li Mu couldn’t help cursing:

“This damn weather… It really wastes time.”

“Elf Kingdom” is good.

It’s just that sometimes the pursuit of realism will bring all kinds of inconveniences.

Take this sandstorm weather for example, it will last for half a day to a day.

During this period of time, players can’t go out at all, otherwise they will experience what sandstorm suffocation is.

If you are not careful, you may be GG directly and be sent back to the world tree…

There is no way.

Even if the players are getting stronger and stronger, they still have to breathe normally.

It’s impossible to breathe in this extreme weather. Even silver players will suffocate to death if they stay outside for a long time.

And this has precedents…

Sighing, Li Mu shook his head helplessly.

Two days have passed since the attack of the orcs.

After the attack ended in a disastrous defeat, the orcs seemed to be scared and stayed in and outside the Sandstorm City and never came out again.

The players had no choice but to continue to pick up the previous strategy and began to attack the tribes near the orcs.

And today, Li Mu’s original plan was to take the members of the guild to continue to go out to find orc tribes that could be plundered.

But now it seems that it should be ruined…

The sandstorm is coming.

Players can only stay in the tent honestly, or use the tunnels dug to teleport back to the Elf Forest, or just log off and wait for the sandstorm to pass before logging into the game…

It’s okay.

With accelerated thinking, even if you stay in the tent, players can find a thousand ways to have fun.

Watching dramas, playing cards, doing homework, chatting, writing, reading novels, whatever you want.

With a one-to-four accelerated thinking, many things can be enjoyed, which is equivalent to getting three times the time for free.

But Li Mu was thinking about something else…

“The spoils of war are getting less and less, and everyone’s cohesion has begun to dissipate. We can’t delay it any longer.”

He shook his head.

The war has been going on in the game for several months.

The army has been on the march for more than half a month.

During this period, with high mission rewards and rich spoils of war, the players have maintained amazing cohesion and become more and more courageous.

However, the war is getting longer and longer, and many things have their limits…

For example, the enthusiasm of the players.

The enthusiasm of the players is based on interests.

And as the number of Orc tribes that can fight is decreasing, it is obvious that everyone’s enthusiasm has faded.

In addition, although the previous battle was a beautiful victory, some players who did not play much did not have enough fun…

With the accumulation of layers, players have left the team in the player camp in the past two days.

This is something Li Mu did not expect.

A victory, although it repelled the Orc army, also consumed the cohesion of the players…

Of course, there is a solution.

Just continue to find Orc tribes that can fight.

As long as there are greater benefits, the players will choose to stay, just like they did a dozen days ago.

It’s just that the players robbed too hard in the past few days, and the nearby tribes have almost been destroyed.

And those who were lucky enough not to be visited by the players have also begun to retreat with their tribes.

Especially after the failure of the orcs’ attack…

So… the players’ results are getting less and less.

The spoils of war cannot meet the needs of the players, and it is normal for some people to choose to return to the Elf Forest or the Underworld to swipe monsters.

Taking this opportunity to return to the Elf Forest to play, isn’t it good?

Why stay here and wait?

When the decisive battle comes, just rush over!

This is the idea of many people.

However, it is easy to disperse when you are scattered, but it is difficult to gather again.

This place is too far away from the Elf Forest, and there is interference from the beliefs of the orcs. Even if the players rely on the crypt spiders to dig a tunnel long enough for five kilometers and successfully build a teleportation array in the north, the teleportation ability is quite touching…

If the army is really dispersed, there is really no way to gather in a short time.

And now this terrible sandstorm is even worse.

Thinking of this, Li Mu sighed again.

At this moment, there was a burst of rapid knocking sounds from outside his tent…

Li Mu was startled and subconsciously shouted:

“Who?”

There was a cough outside the tent:

“Cough cough cough… Brother Mu, it’s me! Transformer Ji Gang!”

Transformer Ji Gang?

Li Mu was stunned for a moment, then opened the door of the tent, and then a player wrapped in a cloak and wearing a mask, with a layer of sand on his body, slipped in.

It was the president of the Autobot Guild, Transformer Ji Gang.

The strong wind rolled the yellow sand into the tent,

and Li Mu quickly closed the door of the tent. Transformer Ji Gang, who entered the tent, took off his cloak and mask, shook off the yellow sand on his body, and complained:

“This sandstorm is really terrible… The yellow sand outside is more than half a meter deep. If it blows for a day, I’m afraid our camp will be buried…”

“Yes, it’s terrible.”

Li Mu nodded in agreement.

However, he was not worried.

Being buried by sand is not a problem in the game world where magic exists.

“Here, drink some tea to warm you up.”

Li Mu took out the flower tea produced in the Forest of Elves from his home and poured a cup for Transformer Ji Gang.

Transformer Ji Gang’s eyes lit up, and she quickly took it, praising him at the same time:

“Haha, I knew that Brother Mu had something good here!”

Li Mu laughed, and then said:

“Don’t be funny, aren’t you and Xiao Xian Miao playing Werewolf? Why did you think of running to my place?”

“Well, it’s because we were playing and suddenly talked about the next battle plan, and then we had some ideas. I was going to talk about it directly in the chat group, but I think it’s better to discuss it with Brother Mu in person. Hehe… By the way, I’ll give you a surprise!”

The next battle plan?

Discuss it in person?

Li Mu was stunned.

Before he could say anything, a series of knocking sounds came from outside his tent again.

“Here it comes!”

Transformer Ji Gang drank the flower tea in one gulp, then wrapped herself in a homemade “mask” and opened the tent door.

Then, a series of guys wrapped in coats came in.

In a blink of an eye, the small tent was crowded with more than a dozen players…

and their IDs were also the ones that Li Mu was most familiar with.

Xiao Xian Miao, Gugu Bird, Zhu Zhu, Demacia, Fried Tomatoes…

They were all dusty, covered in dust and sand.

Well, no.

There are exceptions.

For example, Xiao Xian Miao.

Unlike the others who were covered in yellow sand, she was spotless, as if she was not affected by the sandstorm at all.

However, if you look closely at her equipment, you will find that the extremely cool and gorgeous magic robe she is wearing is shining with brilliance.

That is the special effect that will appear when the magic on the robe is activated.

Having money means being willful, and having money means you can do whatever you want.

Xiao Xian Miao pulled Gugu Bird’s arm and squeezed in first, and greeted with a smile:

“Hey, Brother Mu! We are here to disturb you!”

And Zhu Zhu, who squeezed in with the two, looked around the tent with wide eyes, swallowing his saliva:

“I heard there is flower tea sent by Miss Alice here? Where is it? I’m thirsty!”

“Puh, puh, puh… This damn weather, I ate a mouthful of dirt.”

Demacia, who followed closely, wiped her mouth, coughed and spit out sand.

“You asked for it. Who told you not to wear a mask? You are lucky not to suffocate.”

Tomato Fried Tomato rolled his eyes and complained unceremoniously.

After that, the top leaders of several other key guilds also arrived.

“Make way, make way, hey… you stepped on my foot!”

“This place is so small…”

The players chattered, and the originally quiet tent suddenly became lively.

Li Mu: …

He looked at the high-level people from all the guilds who suddenly appeared, and was a little confused for a moment.

“Why are you all here?”

he asked.

“Hey! Didn’t we talk about the next battle plan while playing the game? Everyone has new ideas…”

“It’s all because you didn’t play with us, otherwise we would have discussed it online.”

“Don’t mention it. You guys are really toxic when you can still talk about battle plans while playing Werewolf.”

“Why didn’t Brother Mu come?”

“Hey, he definitely didn’t come because he’s not good at it. He’s obviously a streamer.”

“No way? There can’t be a streamer who can’t play Werewolf, right? What era is this? No way?”

Li Mu: …

More than a dozen players talked one after another, and soon the topic went off track.

Finally, it was Li Mu who clapped his hands to attract everyone’s attention back.

“Speaking of the point,”

he said.

The players looked at each other, and finally it was Zhu Zhu who stood up and said with a grin:

“Brother Mu, do you have any idea to make a big news after the sandstorm ends?”

“Big news?”

Li Mu raised his eyebrows.

“That’s right, after the sandstorm, we will take the initiative to attack the orcs!”

said Zhu Zhu, waving his fist. I’m

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(End of this chapter)