PDLP Chapter 416 Don't Talk to Me About Development
Chapter 416 Don't Talk to Me About Development
The lush forest on the left side of the sand table should have been the perfect timber resource point in the early stages.
Upon receiving Chen You's command, thousands of players, like sharks smelling blood, roared and pounced on the poor grove of trees.
"Brothers, make way! Watch me!" Berserker Long Shao rushed to the front, carrying a heavy sword that gleamed with purple light.
He took a deep breath, his anger erupting, and activated his signature skill, "Whirlwind Slash," right at the edge of the forest.
A storm of sword blades instantly materialized, and ancient trees as thick as several people could hug were snapped in half as if made of paper under the raging fury.
Wood chips flew everywhere, and broken logs collapsed with a crash, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Long Shao stopped, tossed his flowing hair, and looked up expectantly.
No system notification was received.
Chen You stood on the disc in mid-air, looking at the control panel.
The "Wood" resource in the resource bar is still a glaring "0".
"What's going on?" Chen You frowned.
Below, the players also noticed something was wrong.
"Young Master Long, are you even capable? Why didn't you put this tree in your backpack after you cut it down?" An elven archer stepped forward and kicked a broken piece of wood on the ground.
"Does this game require gathering skills? I'll give it a try."
The elven archer drew his dagger and stabbed the tree trunk repeatedly, but apart from leaving a few white marks on the bark, there was no reaction.
"Get out of here, get out of here. You physics students just don't know how to be flexible."
A fire mage in magnificent robes pushed his way through the crowd, brandishing his staff. "Behold, a Great Fireball!"
boom!
A blazing fireball crashed into the forest, and the raging flames instantly engulfed more than a dozen large trees.
Flames shot into the sky, and waves of heat rolled in.
Three seconds later, the flames went out, leaving only a patch of charred charcoal and wisps of smoke.
A line of red text popped up on the control panel in front of Chen You: [Warning! Resource point (timber) has been maliciously damaged, reserves have decreased by 15%!]
Chen You's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
These idiots! This is a real-time strategy game!
Wood needs to be chopped down piece by piece with an axe by system laborers and carried back to the main base before it can be converted into resources!
You used your skills to blast the trees to ash, what kind of wood would you get!
"Hey! This tree's bugged!" a player shouted from below. "It doesn't fall when burned, and it doesn't fall when I hit it with a sword! Should I try attacking it?"
"Shut up!" Chen You shouted angrily through the global voice chat.
The entire room fell silent instantly.
Chen You rubbed his temples, looking at the five system laborers who were still huddled in the corner of the thatched hall, trembling with fear.
Expecting these five old, weak, sick, and disabled people to gather resources? By the time they've gathered enough wood to build a single arrow tower, it'll be too late.
Just then, a piercing alarm echoed throughout the trial space.
[Ding! The first wave of enemy reconnaissance troops has arrived!]
[System Prompt: Please immediately deploy basic arrow towers for defense. If the main base (Thatched Hall) is destroyed, the trial will fail immediately!]
The gray fog directly in front of the sand table began to churn violently.
Accompanied by the uniform grinding sound of bones, a squad of skeleton soldiers, wielding rusty iron swords and with ghostly green flames flickering in their eye sockets, slowly emerged from the mist.
They stood in perfect formation, their steps synchronized, exuding a chilling, military aura.
There are only about twenty of them, and their level is displayed as level 10 [Trial Skeleton Infantry].
According to the normal trial process, the trial participant should be leading five laborers, painstakingly gathering enough resources to build a simple arrow tower in front of the thatched hall.
Then, taking advantage of the arrow tower's range and with the help of the peons' kiting, they thrillingly repelled the wave of scouts, achieving their first victory "from scratch".
This is the romance of RTS games.
But now, things have taken a slight turn for the worse.
Twenty skeletal infantrymen had just emerged from the mist, preparing to charge towards the dilapidated thatched hall.
Their eerie green soul flames rose, gazing ahead.
Then they stopped.
If skeletons had expressions, their jaws would have fallen to the ground by now.
In front of the thatched hall, there were no arrow towers or barricades, only a dark mass of creatures dressed in strange clothes, holding various glowing weapons.
The number of these creatures is conservatively estimated to be over three thousand.
Moreover, the aura emanating from each of them was hundreds of times stronger than that of these level 10 skeletons.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
At the front of the skeletal infantry formation, a skeleton soldier turned his head blankly and looked at his companion beside him.
That means: Bro, did we wander onto the wrong set?
In mid-air, Chen You watched this scene, and a sudden flash of inspiration struck him.
Yes.
Why do I need to build arrow towers?
Why do I need to collect wood?
What is the ultimate goal of RTS games?
It involves gathering resources, upgrading technology, building barracks, and finally unleashing a massive army with a full population to raze the enemy's base.
Now, I've spent 100,000 gold coins to directly max out the population!
These more than 3,000 players, ranging from level 20 to level 40 or 50, are the top-tier ultimate units!
Why would I still be here collecting wood?!
Once Chen You understood this, he felt much calmer.
Screw hardcore survival, my game is all about pay-to-win and crushing your opponents!
"All immortals, heed my command!"
Chen You turned on the global voice chat, and his voice no longer carried the helplessness it had before.
"See those twenty skeletons over there?"
Below, more than three thousand players turned their heads in unison, their eyes fixed on the trembling skeleton squad at the edge of the mist.
"That's the enemy's vanguard," Chen You announced loudly, pointing into the depths of the fog.
"This campaign requires no mining, no logging, and no building!"
"There is only one objective in this campaign: to crush everything that moves in your sight!"
"Charge into the fog, find our old home on the other side, and blast it to smithereens!"
"The more monsters you kill, the higher your contribution level, and the richer the rewards! Now, all troops, attack!"
The moment the words were spoken, the entire sand table erupted in excitement.
"Holy crap! Let's just start a fight? That's great!"
"Brothers, charge! There are only twenty monsters left. If we're late, we won't even get a bone!"
"Let go of that skeleton! Let me handle this!"
Three thousand players, like a flood bursting its banks, unleashed a deafening battle roar and launched a counter-charge against the twenty skeletal infantry.
Long Shao took the lead, his speed soaring to the extreme, just like a rhinoceros in heat.
Behind him, the sky was filled with colorful magical light.
Fireballs, ice spikes, wind blades, and lightning intertwined to form an impenetrable net of death, raining down on the edge of the mist.
The twenty skeletal infantrymen didn't even have time to raise their rusty iron swords before they were completely engulfed by the terrifying torrent.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Various skills slammed into the ground, creating a deafening roar.
Twenty level 10 skeleton soldiers couldn't even last a second before being blasted into dust, leaving not even a single intact bone fragment.
[System Notification: Successfully repelled the enemy's first wave of reconnaissance troops! 200 campaign points awarded.]
Chen You looked at the pop-up notification on the panel and sneered.
That's it? This is what you call a trial?