บท 395: Hellish Scape? Hellish Scam!

Players swarmed the Tower of Slaughter.

They all wanted to save Timber City: fame, fortune, but most importantly, unfeathered access to the Capital! It would be such an incredible opportunity! 

If by some miracle they met the King, they'd be set for life! They'd twirl their little finger, and other players would beg to lick their boots! 

'Want a Unique quest from the King himself? Come see me… for a fee!' This would be enough for anyone to crush their rivals and make countless allies instantly! 

Right now, countless eagerly lined up before the Skyland, not minding the sauna-like heat. 

"Watch us! My red rose order will be victorious!" 

"Sure… Years after us, the Lucky Legionnaires!" 

"Bullshit! As if an ape like you could ever—"

As usual, it soon became a dick-measuring contest between many rival guilds. But just as it was about to escalate, many lost interest as they stared a distance away.