"Fuck, Stick Brother, aren't your troops supposed to be elite? How did they get wiped out just like that?"
As Murphy and Lord Pa Ying conversed, the small players who had just faced a disastrous wipeout at Westerburg were also starting to discuss the aftermath. Little Brother Fu's somewhat surprised and flustered cries came through the private chat, prompting Happy Stick, who was advancing towards the Blood Vulture Clan's southern arsenal deep in the Westerly Territory, to respond with an exasperated face:
"Sigh, a horse tripped at the front hoof, it's quite common. The good news is, the information and map we bought from the Little Count for 150,000 Gold Coins are real; there is indeed a great treasure underground at Westerburg. The bad news is, it's a high-level map.
I think if a team wants to hunt for treasure, they'd need at least a Silver-ranked player taking the lead. If we want to station troops there on a large scale, it could even trigger a hidden guild instance.
