My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2167 - 723: Hog’s Cheat Arrives! The Founding of the Grey Wolf Army (Part 2)
This left Mad Wolf Under the Moon, a single uncle a year older than Stick Brother, with a deep sense of confusion. Have the XP standards of young people these days become this strange?
Ah, the vice and depravity spreading like flood and beast, corrupting the youth with ambition, have made their XP go this astray. Why not quickly call the Court of Judgment for a whirlwind torpedo cleansing?
"Ding dong"
Just as Mad Wolf was feeling a headache, the doorbell rang. Letting Brother Mad Wolf poke his head out from his luxurious computer desk, he wondered who could move freely and visit during a nationwide lockdown. After stepping two steps out, he suddenly had a shiver.
He remembered the "Urban Legend" section on the forum where many players shared ghost stories about the game helmets.
It’s said that every player who gets the game helmet never sees the mysterious delivery person of "Alpha Company". Some even installed cameras but completely failed to capture the person, as if it were magic.
Swish, the box containing the helmet would just appear at your doorstep, sometimes even on the backseat of a car parked in the garage in a ’ghost story’ where the mischievous person likely got the address wrong.
Brother Mad Wolf immediately realized, this time there’s an eight or nine out of ten chance that his game helmet had arrived!
It’s not some dark plot. Although he hadn’t managed to get a player slot, being a good brother who once fought in sandtables with Stick Brother, he applied for the game after Stick Brother made a name for himself in Transylvania.
The approval came around the Holy Blood Festival. If calculated, he has been waiting for over a month on the forum, and it should be his turn now.
Speaking of which, the set Stick Brother wanted to buy from Niu Niu, the flail, and bone shield of Kenbort, was obviously for someone, proving these like-minded guys are really united.
Brother Mad Wolf rushed forward, checking through the peephole, only to find no one outside.
He confusedly opened the door, seeing a lonely package at his doorstep, which made him both excited and headache-stricken. Well, he had become an "urban legend" now as well.
But no matter what, getting the helmet was still a great thing.
Brother Mad Wolf chuckled and unwrapped the package, holding the black game helmet that looked extremely like a motorcycle helmet in his hands. He planted a big kiss on it, but before having fun in the game, he didn’t forget to shout in his group:
"Brothers, my helmet has arrived! I’m going into the game for some fun, consider this as me paving the way for you, I’ll report back!"
"Tsk, what’s there to be smug about? Look at this?"
"Furey Immortal" immediately posted a picture, showing a pixelated image of a fat guy in heavily anime-themed pajamas, proudly holding a black game helmet, and even making a peace sign.
"Heh, I’ve got one too."
"I’m just a rookie, I also picked up a big treasure at the door today, let me open your eyes, brothers."
"Hey, how did you know I got a helmet too?"
"Damn, who asked you? Can’t stop fishing, can we?"
"Wait! Hold on a second!"
Seeing one after another in his group posting pictures of receiving game helmets, the cautious Mad Wolf under the Moon immediately sensed something was off. He asked:
"So, how many of you got your helmets today? Type 1 if you did, let me see."
The string of 1s confirmed to him something was wrong, he said:
"They only sent out 33 helmets in total today, yet our group alone has 21?"
"What’s the big deal? Everyone’s waiting time was over 45 days on average, wasn’t this expected?"
A brother with the ID "Head Lion Beast" replied:
"But when you put it this way, it does seem a bit odd. This ratio is scary. Could it be a conspiracy from the developers? Are they intentionally encouraging players to choose Jackal Camp? Our race preferences in the game surveys were all Jackal People, right?
Damn, I feel like we might’ve been played by the developers."
"Played my foot."
"Furey Immortal" immediately responded:
"Less talk, more action. Here you go with the helmet, still complaining? Eat plain buns and complain they’re dark! Go online, play the game, what’s there to think about?"
"True enough."
Mad Wolf under the Moon nodded. Now that he had the helmet, he couldn’t very well return it, or hand it to another eager player, could he?
The ethical standards of the brothers hadn’t reached that level.
"Get online! Let’s start our new day as Jackal People!"
He shouted in the group, receiving a wave of enthusiastic responses. The members who hadn’t gotten their helmets felt a bit dissatisfied, but from the information Mad Wolf just revealed, they caught the hint.
Looks like the developers were really encouraging new players to choose the Jackal Camp...
This means the next batch of helmets would definitely prioritize them, the dedicated Jackal camp supporters.
Sweet!
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"Wise Wolf Lord! There’s some commotion in that big tent you got from the Black Eye Chief! Twenty-one unfamiliar Jackal People have appeared there, running all over the place.
The situation’s critical, please come look at this immediately."
The bewildered Pobok Black-Eye Duke rushed into Hogg’s tent, startling Hogg who was writing "Into the Dark Mountain Ranges". However, upon hearing about the sudden appearance of the "unfamiliar Jackal People", Wise Wolf was secretly delighted, immediately getting up, taking a bag of Calculating Pearls with him, and following Pobok out.
