MM Racing Chapter 22: Players Also Engage in Holy War?
Chapter 22: Players Also Engage in Holy War?
"What is this? Is it alcohol?"
Wearing a suit of chainmail and carrying a steel sword snatched from the crowd, Nonstick Pan led several players from the Pyromancer Guild to a stone chamber resembling a wine cellar.
Looking at the bottles and jars in front of him, the player with a crossbow slung over his shoulder asked his companion a question.
Upon hearing this, Li Ming stepped forward and deliberately tapped on a ceramic jar that appeared to have undergone special treatment, then looked at Mu Fa and began to examine it.
"Are you sure people here use this thing to store alcohol? Westerners would probably use wooden barrels, like the rum that pirates in movies often drink."
Furthermore, although my family's wine collection is also stored underground, I assure you that these are absolutely not.
The Queen of the Women's Kingdom, her frail body carrying a two-handed sword that was quite heavy for her, entered last, just in time to hear Dawn's words:
"What could that be? It can't be a bomb, can it?"
"Hmm, that seems to be the case. In ancient times, when armies fought, they would fill similar pottery jars with flammable materials and then send them to their unfortunate enemies via catapults, and then 'bang~ burn them to a crisp.'"
The non-stick pan raised an eyebrow and looked around, trying to figure out how many jars were there.
Viserys, arms crossed, watched the players' every move in the cave through the system panel and could already see the shelves of neatly stacked jars.
"There's a local saying: 'If you pee on a wildfire, your penis will burn.'" Little Fireman, the operations officer who usually doesn't come out unless asked, actually stepped forward to explain to Viserys this time.
"Wildfire!" Viseris was immediately startled. Didn't he know about the player group?
If the players were to be set ablaze by those massive wildfires below, it wouldn't matter if they died or not, since they could respawn. But if the fire destroyed all the weapons they had just acquired, they would have nowhere to turn to cry.
Especially now, the group of fire mage players are still swarming around the wildfire, each one a walking accelerant, and that's no joke.
Thinking of this, Viserys, fearing it would be too late to run down and stop them, immediately spent five Kingdom Coins to issue a game-wide announcement to all players:
[Fire Mage players such as Minister of Revenue (non-stick pan), Dawn, and Queen of the Women's Kingdom, please stay away from the wildfire in front of you.]
It burns at an extremely high temperature, easily melting wood, rock, and even steel—your mortal bodies are no match for it! If you accidentally ignite a wildfire, these demons from hell could easily reduce everyone in the cave to ashes!
The fire mage players who were figuring out how to open the barrel were startled and instinctively took a few steps back.
"Holy crap, what the hell are those fire-wielding bastards up to? It's even caused a game announcement?"
Meanwhile, other players who also received the announcement immediately started discussing it.
"Holy crap, these people playing with fire are going to commit mass self-immolation!"
"You've gone mad playing with fire! Get out of here! Your life isn't important, but don't burn all my gear!"
"Yes, hurry up and get out of here! Let those fire-playing idiots burn themselves!"
Inside the stone chamber, even though everyone knew they were playing a game and wouldn't die if they actually caught fire, anyone standing there next to this "pil of firewood" that would explode at the slightest spark would instinctively feel a sense of dread.
But unlike the others, the non-stick pan not only didn't leave the stone chamber, but instead seemed to have discovered a diluted treasure.
"Guild Master! You...you opened it! If it explodes, our Fire Mage Guild will probably be torn apart by the others when we get out!" Wood Master, after adjusting his crooked iron helmet, stood outside the stone chamber and shouted at Non-stick Pan.
"My darling," the nonstick pan stared adoringly at the neatly stacked fire pots in front of it, as if it were the Imperial Seal of the State:
"These are all good stuff. As a fire mage, what's the point of being a fire mage if you don't have some explosive and fiery stuff on you?"
This statement sounds like a question posed to oneself, yet also seems to be addressed to outsiders.
"Put all your stuff outside." Dawn placed the bottles and jars on the ground, then walked back to the stone chamber first. He wasn't really going to die, so what was there to be afraid of?
The Queen of the Women's Kingdom sighed, exchanged a helpless glance with Mu Fa beside her, then removed the flammable materials from her body and led several new members into the stone chamber.
"Looking at these treasures, I have an idea. Do you want to hear it?" Nonstick Pan withdrew his hand from the Wildfire Jar and turned to look at the group of guild members.
"You're planning to build some catapults? That's a good idea; they'll definitely be useful during a siege." Dawn's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands.
"A catapult?" The non-stick pan grinned. "You need to broaden your horizons. Have you ever heard of a suicide bomber?"
The non-stick pan's words stunned all the fire mage players present. They then looked at the non-stick pan suspiciously, "Are you a holy warrior too?"
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Once Viserys confirmed that the Wildfire Pot was safe, he led the group of equally curious players, who had also removed their equipment, to the stone chamber.
Looking at the non-stick pan with burning eyes, Viserys couldn't help but recall the long-buried memories of this body, about his father, who was madly obsessed with wildfire, and the group of equally mad fire sorcerers.
"Keep these wildfires sealed here and do not move them. Move all the weapons, including the spices and keel from the warehouses, up there and do not pile them with these explosives."
Shocked by Illyrio's vast stockpile of wildfire, Viserys looked warily at the bottles and jars. He wasn't a player who could resurrect infinitely as long as he had Kingdom Coins.
"Your Majesty, I have a suggestion regarding these wildfires." Nonstick Pan rubbed his hands together, and in Viserys's eyes, the image of the fire sorcerer that his mother once saw as a madman, a jester, and a petty person seemed to appear behind him.
"Oh, tell me about it." In Viserys's view, the player in front of him was just suggesting that he put wildfire pots in catapults to attack the city, something he already had in mind.
That's what Your Majesty thought.
But what the non-stick pan said next made Viserius, who was walking in front of him with his hands behind his back and his back to him, suddenly turn around with a vengeance:
"A human bomb!?"
"Yes, for His Majesty, we will risk our lives! Long live the Targaryens!" The nonstick pan's eyes were almost fanatical; heaven knows how there could be such an art fanatic so devoted to explosions in the real world.
Yes, explosions can be art too.
His small group of fire mage guild members all took a step back, their gazes seeming to say:
"Is that loyalty? Isn't that just a pure addiction to explosions?"
"Okay..." After a moment, Viserys gave the other person a strange look, then patted him on the shoulder:
"From today onwards, I appoint you as the commander of the Grenadier Regiment. You can find some like-minded people and take command of these Wildfire Pots."