"Every time you die, a bunch of trash bursts out, adding a sense of excitement to the adventurers' experience and making it easier to attract challengers,"
"After all, who would bother challenging a boss if, after all their hard work, they didn't drop a single hair?"
But Mo Fei wasn't currently set to a boss template, so he didn't worry about those details.
Just as he'd arranged the spoils-of-war pool, Dalabengba charged in from outside.
"Not good, bro, someone's blocking the door outside."
"What? Let me take a look!" Mo Fei hurried to the top of the army barracks, stood on the watchtower, and looked into the distance. Sure enough, outside the camp, a good number of adventurers had gathered, mostly in team formations—dozens of people in a group, seven or eight teams, with two to three hundred people in total.
Fortunately, because it was a military fortress, these adventurers didn't dare to barge in rashly, but from their appearance, it was clear they were here for him.
