Ynoir tried to hit the puppets' straw hearts. However, as they he was a melee, it was harder for him as the straw puppets detected the danger much faster. Though, for straw puppets that was facing the other side, it was true that Ynoir was better at sneaking around. Though, Dye was more effective.
She didn't have to creep around when she wanted to attack the straw puppets which decreased the melee puppets' chances to reach her in short notice. In the end, Ynoir was demoted to being a guard. Though, the elven ancestor didn't mind. what was in his mind right now was how to finish the granary instance and get a lot of rewards. It seemed that Ynoir didn't think much about romance ah...
It wasn't like Dye was looking for romance the moment she found out that she transmigrated into her own novel.
The battles in the first level was relatively easy. The straw puppets were just normal straw puppets hat needed to be controlled. It was hard for a single puppeteer to control so many straw puppets. However, in every level, there should be a concious puppet standing guard. The reason why these puppets had a crafting limit and minimum level was due to their nature when they were given conciousness. In their mindset, their masters should be those who were weak in nature and needed protection, so when they came 'alive' not one of them really wanted to serve their master anymore.
Only when they found out that their master gave them conciousness because he didn't really need them did they finally submit.
Puppets were also very sensitive to auras, so it was possible that through level, the puppets would be able to know who's stronger and who's weaker. Though, after a puppet submitted to a master, they could never change masters until their master died. Ironically, the puppets would also die with their masters as they had to be loyal to their master's orders. Not only that, wether they win or lose, they had to say a sentence that praised their master!
A life as a puppet was really hard indeed.
That was what Dye thought when she said the puppet general. It even had a fancy name : [Refined Straw Puppet General]. Although Dye didn't hold any prejudice towards it, she still felt a bit annoyed. Even puppets had a great name, why didn't she give the NPCs better names in the past? Look at the name Lin Mao...look at the name Ynoir Totem...weren't they...a bit peculiar?
What caught her mind even more was the fact that the monsters naturally had higher stats than the NPCs.
...
In the past, when she was the one in front of the monitor, she had never thought that the NPCs with peculiar names would someday become her companions. She even put them in a lower status than the monsters for various reasons. One, the players wouldn't interact with the NPCs often, so they didn't need an eye catcing name. Second, the harder it was to remember the NPCs' name (due to them being too normal or ordinary), the harder it would be for a player to find their locations or catch news about them.
The third was...she was too lazy to search for good names....
Although Dye seemed like the diligent school girl, she was still a school girl at the age of 15. It was already a wonder that she wasn't freaking out when she was transmigrated. It was even more of a wonder how she could live normally in the world she thought of as a game. Though, Dye didn't think much of it. After all, she was the adaptable type of person, so it was no problem wether you sent her to the Himalayas or the deep Atlantica... she would be able to adapt. It was how she was taught after all.
"Intruders! How dare you enter my master's humble abode!" the puppet growled in a mechanic voice, coupled with a bit of a rustle from the straw partition which was supposed to be it's mouth. Dye didn't know what went over her head at that time, but an army's granary wasn't exactly a humble abode. Although she was just doing so to irritate the players, it didn't mean she meant that.
After all, things that was forgotten were meant to be forgotten.
Just Dye experienced something that made her remember those things again.
Dye remembered the monster designs for the early levels, like the straw puppet, they were designed really poorly in her opinion. Compared to the monsters in the later levels, the later levels seemed more...realistic. Dye didn't dare make it too realistic as it would be creepy if she did so.
And with the [Refined Straw Puppet General] charging forward, all her thoughts and regrets had flown with the wind.