Muscular Rabbits Legion: 'No one can escape from the novice village!'

Chapter 68: Chapter 68 Goblins are going to hit the Rabbit [Please follow]

The Goblin, clad only in his underwear, wailed, “My king, you must stand up for me! The Rabbits in Newbie Village No. 1 are way too over the top! It’s bad enough that they beat me, but they also stole my equipment!

Not only did they steal my equipment, but they also stripped my clothes, took my mask, and didn’t even leave me a fire stick!

He even led his gang to trample my Goblin Magic Forest, where they attacked everything in sight. They’d drag out dogs just to slap them twice, pour boiling water into ant hills, and pluck every leaf from the trees. They’re downright inhumane!”

“Rabbits from Newbie Village No. 1? You were defeated by a bunch of Rabbits?” The King of Goblins looked at the Goblin Mage with disbelief.

The Goblin Great Swordsman sneered, “Have you become so weak that you can’t even beat a group of Level 1 Rabbits?”

The Goblin Great Thief snickered, “Can’t even beat a bunch of Rabbits, and you still have the face to come back and complain? If I were you, I’d just die out there.”

The Goblin Mage roared, “What do you know? Those are Level 1 Rabbits? What a joke. Those heads are bigger than yours, all fierce like monsters… Wait, we are the monsters. Anyway, they are… terrifyingly scary!”

The Goblin Great Swordsman stepped forward, “My king, it seems our great mage’s brain has been damaged by players, causing hallucinations. A group of Rabbits beating us Goblins? I won’t believe it even if it kills me!”

The Goblin Mage shouted back, “You’re the one hallucinating!”

“Enough!” The Goblin King gently caressed the human skull in his hand, “Goblin Great Swordsman, if I sent you to deal with those Rabbits, would you be confident in your victory?”

The Goblin Great Swordsman laughed heartily, “My king, if there are really Rabbits that dare to attack us Goblins, I promise, within a day, I’ll pin them all to the ground and bleed them one by one! I’m not like some useless trash! But, how could Level 1 monsters of Newbie Village ever leave it? We’ve tried before; we can’t even get out of the Goblin Great Forest… I suspect he’s lying.”

The Goblin Great Thief said, “If he’s not lying, then our great mage has been beaten into an idiot. Otherwise, kill him and get a new mage.”

“To hell with you! Who’s the idiot now? If you don’t believe me, go see for yourself!” The Goblin Mage also knew he couldn’t explain himself clearly; the best solution was to let them see for themselves.

The King of Goblins declared, “Silence! Since the Great Swordsman is so confident, then make the trip. If there are Rabbits as the great mage described, catch some and roast them. Full of muscles, they should be quite chewy. If not, we might need to consider getting a new great mage.”

The Goblin Great Swordsman accepted the command, “As you command, my king. I’m on my way!”

Then, the Goblin Great Swordsman looked at the great mage and chuckled coldly, “If I were you, I’d definitely not lie so poorly in front of me.”

The Goblin Mage coldly responded, “I hope you still say that when you come back.”

The Goblin Great Swordsman, without looking back, turned and left, heading towards Vermilion Bird City beyond the Goblin Swordsman Forest. There, the Goblin Great Swordsman took out a horn.

Wuuu wuuu…

A deep horn sound echoed, and the entire Goblin Swordsman Forest seemed to come alive with the horn, as cries of Goblins answered their king’s call.

Vermilion Bird City, the player city of the Huaxia District, one of the four Royal Cities.

As a gathering place for first and second test phase players, there are Level 11 minor monsters outside each gate. Evidently, the system has taken players into consideration. From any city gate, there are suitable Wild Monsters for players to fight, making it convenient for human players to level up.

To the south, there were small Goblins led by Goblin Mages, to the east small Goblins led by Goblin Swordsmen, to the west small Goblins led by Goblin Thieves, and to the north were the Goblin Raiders, part of the Goblin Mixed Army, which included all sorts of Goblins. Oddly enough, players had discovered the Goblin Bosses at the other three gates, but the whereabouts of the Goblin Boss at the north gate remained a mystery.

The somber horn sound resonated through the Swordsman Forest, and in an instant, all the minor monsters, whether they were idling or fighting with players, abandoned what they were doing and ran towards the depths of the forest, even those on the brink of death changing direction to dash away.

The players immediately realized that something was amiss, but instead of retreating, they chose to chase after the little goblin deeper into the forest to discover what was going on.

Years of gaming experience told them that something abnormal often led to hidden quests, and with it, the chance to strike it rich!

Among them, one group was particularly conspicuous.

This was a team of eight hundred players. Eight hundred might not seem like a lot compared to the tens of thousands that fought in battles at the Newbie Village No. 1, but these players were all uniformly decked out in Top Grade sets!

Moreover, their roles were well-defined: warriors formed the outer ring, mages and archers were inside, with heavy sword warriors on both sides, and thieves moved stealthily through the surrounding bushes and shadows, indicating a high level of team coordination.

Not far away, other players gave way to this group, not daring to provoke them.

Someone who didn’t know better asked, “Who are those guys? Such an imposing aura, such perfect coordination!”

“Shhh… those are the folks from the Slaughterhouse. Although their boss is still in Newbie Village No. 1, their organization is still active. These people are notorious for being ruthless and skilled gamers. Past games were flat compared to the realistic ones like this, and it seems there’s little to learn from them.

But it must be said, some people are just born to play games.”

Their combat awareness, gaming sense, and ability to quickly adapt to the game are not something ordinary players can compare to.

These people are always the fastest to master and the strongest in any game they play.

And the people from the Slaughterhouse are just like that.

They are even the best among such players.

After all, trying to be an Evil Man without the power just won’t do. @@novelbin@@

Stay away from them. These people don’t make sense; a disagreement can lead to killing. They don’t care about getting a red name or being wanted by the system.”

“Hiss, those madmen from the Slaughterhouse? Let’s go, let’s keep our distance,” realized the inquirer as he hurriedly pulled his companions away.

The Slaughterhouse was a blight on gaming, but also a legend. Their shadow loomed over many games.

Some play games to upgrade, kill monsters, obtain equipment, flirt, or show off, but not these people. They relish in killing, bullying other players, and the thrill of having those players unable to fight back.

Players from the Slaughterhouse are that type of person. These guys once slaughtered a Newbie Village for three days and nights on a whim. It got so out of hand that it took the Game Masters intervening to settle things down, which made them infamous.

The boss of the Slaughterhouse is the Evil King, but he’s still squatting in Newbie Village No. 1 and hasn’t come out yet.

But everyone in the Slaughterhouse knows that while the Evil King might be the boss, he’s not the absolute boss.

In the Slaughterhouse, strength reigns supreme, whoever is stronger is the boss.

Now that the Evil King is stuck in Newbie Village, falling behind in both level and equipment, he’s no longer the boss. The current boss of the Slaughterhouse is the Thousand-Handed Butcher!

That would be the bald man leading these eight hundred players at the forefront, a bald man whose face, unlike the Evil King’s average appearance, had sharp features, a determined and domineering gaze, as if the word ‘ferocious’ were written all over it!