Chapter 155: Who Cares About Your Guild, Male or Female

Several hundred meters away, seven or eight figures were faintly swaying. Facing the setting sun, the glare was piercing, and Lu Kuan narrowed his eyes, still unable to see them clearly.

"Orcs?" Lu Kuan tilted his head and looked at Dimi.

"Awooo?" Dimi tilted her head back at Lu Kuan, blinking.

"Oh~ Well, since they aren't orcs, they're probably players."

Lu Kuan smiled, stood up, and said, "Never mind them. Let's go look for a nearby orc camp. Maybe when they robbed passing merchants, they left behind some good loot..."

The orc camp was just a few hundred meters away, with a wooden pole flying a large black flag erected at the entrance, guarded by only a sparse few sentries.

Most of the orcs had gone out to the plains to forage and pillage. According to their usual routine, the main force should have returned to the camp by this time, but today was different, as a large portion of them had already become souls under Lu Kuan's arrows.

If the outer orcs were not cleared out in advance, once the camp was attacked, the sentinel at the center would blow a horn, and orcs from within a radius of dozens of miles would swarm in.

"Splat!"

Lu Kuan gripped Bloodthroat with both hands, driving it fiercely into the back of an orc who was locked in combat with Dimi, then twisted it hard. With a massive damage number floating above its head, the orc finally stopped moving.

Lu Kuan quickly shoved the orc's corpse aside. Dimi scrambled up from the ground immediately, scanning her surroundings with sharp vigilance. Realizing there was no danger, she lowered her head to lick the wound on her shoulder.

This was the scratch left behind by an orc archer just moments ago.

"Sit,"

Lu Kuan had Dimi squat on the ground, took a bandage from his backpack, and carefully wrapped the wound for her. Players' healing potions had no effect on pets; they could only be treated with bandages or by healing classes.

"Good job. I'll grill some fish for you in a bit~" Lu Kuan lowered his head, rubbed his forehead against Dimi's long nose, and said with a smile.

Raising his head, Lu Kuan looked at the huge tent in the center of the camp not far away. Once he dealt with the orc chieftain inside, he could loot the final treasure.

Just as Lu Kuan was about to step forward, four or five players suddenly dashed out from the side, heading straight for the entrance of the large tent. Before the last female mage player ran into the tent, she even blew a kiss toward Lu Kuan's direction.

"Thanks a lot, handsome~"

Lu Kuan was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but chuckle: What in the world? Stealing mobs out in the wild like this? Only after seeing me clear out all the trash mobs did they dare to run over and kill the small boss?

Each of them wore the same guild insignia on their chests. Coincidentally, Lu Kuan recognized this emblem—the Blue Spear Guild, one of the super guilds in the game, and back in the day, the primary rival of Dark Heaven in Torrent Port.

However, Lu Kuan didn't rush to pursue them. Instead, he found a nearby spot to sit down, tossed an apple to Dimi, and took out some bread and water, eating and drinking leisurely to recover his stamina.

"Scum! How dare you provoke me!" A robust roar echoed from inside the tent.

"You'll taste the flavor of regret!" The voice grew louder and louder.

"Ha ha~ Die, taste the orc's axe!"

The roar was deafening. Lu Kuan had already covered his ears in advance, then looked down to see Dimi imitating him, pressing her long paws tightly against her long ears, occasionally lifting her head to peek at Lu Kuan.

Lu Kuan couldn't help laughing out loud, utterly helpless against this clever little Dimi.

Just then, four more players came running from outside the camp, sprinting toward the tent. However, upon seeing the cool-looking Dimi by Lu Kuan's feet, all of them froze.

"Is this your pet?" One of them even stopped and asked, pointing at Dimi.

Lu Kuan glanced at the guild insignia on the person's chest, grinned, and flashed a sunny smile: "None of your damn business."

The person was stunned by the retort, immediately turning angry. Before he could speak, Dimi, who was lying on the ground, suddenly sprang up and took a bite out of the person's finger.

The man was startled out of his wits and instinctively jumped back. Those running in front saw this and immediately frowned, saying, "What are you doing? Hurry up and keep up!"

The group quickly gathered together. The leader glared threateningly at Lu Kuan, waved a large hand, and led the others charging into the tent.

"A bunch of morons."

Lu Kuan curled his lip and cursed, then stood up and began collecting clothing from the surrounding orc corpses.

The actual level of the boss inside was Level 25. Given the current levels of the players, they were definitely no match for it.

The only method was to put on the orc attire, enter the tent to trigger the assassination plot, after which the boss would be heavily injured and its strength reduced to Level 18. Only then would the formal combat begin.

Lu Kuan gathered clothes while listening to the commotion inside. The boss's momentum was growing stronger, and Lu Kuan thought to himself that it should be about time.

Sure enough, in less than 10 seconds, a series of screams echoed from the tent, followed by two figures rushing out of the entrance one after another. The one in the rear was none other than the female mage who had mocked Lu Kuan earlier.

Only this time, she looked exceptionally disheveled, with her head and chest covered in dirt.

The first thing the two saw upon coming out was Lu Kuan standing right in front of the entrance, along with the fully drawn hunting bow in his hands.

"Thwack!"

"Awooo!"

"Damn it, do you know what guild we—ah!"

Arrows streaked through the air, and wolf howls filled the fierce wind. In just a few breaths, the two followed in the footsteps of their teammates, transforming into beams of white light that shot up into the sky.

"Daring to steal my mob? I don't care if you're a male guild or a female guild, I'll slaughter you all the same!"

Lu Kuan curled his lip, rifling through the items dropped by the two while disdainfully muttering, "Seeing my pet and still daring to provoke me, don't these kids check the forums?"

A few days ago in White Water Village, the screenshots and videos taken by those players had already gone viral on the forums. Because Dimi's appearance was simply too unique, a pet with such a dreamy look had never appeared in the game before.

Muttering a few more words, Lu Kuan quickly gathered the clothes needed to trigger the plot, slipped them on, and strolled gracefully into the large tent.

Ten minutes later, Lu Kuan emerged with Dimi in tow.

"Such poverty... Such a big camp, and all the treasures combined add up to just this little..."

Lu Kuan was thoroughly unsatisfied with the haul, but fortunately, the few individuals he had taken out earlier had made some contributions. Thinking of this, Lu Kuan looked at the piece of equipment he held in his left hand.

"Devout Grasp (Fine)
Hands, Leather Armor
Durability: 54%
Equipment Requirement: Base Class Monk
Armor +11
Critical Strike Chance +1%
Karma (Passive): Increases damage dealt by Dragon Roar skill by 10%."

Blue-quality gauntlets, yet possessing stats akin to heirloom-grade equipment!

The skill Dragon Roar was somewhat like the Ranger's Bone-Shatter Arrow Cluster, serving as a core output skill for Monks in the early stages of the game. Basically, anything that enhanced Dragon Roar was good stuff that Monks would fight tooth and nail for.

Lu Kuan looked at Dimi and smiled, "Sell this thing, and it'll cover your food expenses for several months~"

Dimi tilted her head in utter confusion, seemingly unable to grasp what a pair of gloves had to do with her eating apples.