MMORPG: Martial Gamer

Chapter 1745 1745: Toll Fee

The battlefield of gods and demons is located at the junction of the Light and Dark camps, an expanse of desolate land as far as the eye can see.

A long time ago, the members of the Quan Zhen Sect had visited the battlefield of gods and demons, where they encountered the Burning Legion.

However, the battlefield was filled with the vengeful spirits of the dead from the battle between gods and demons. These spirits were all monsters above level sixty. At that time, the players' levels were relatively low; although the monster drop rates in the battlefield were decent, players were seldom seen.

Now, with players' levels and equipment already established, the battlefield of gods and demons, known for its high drop rates, has instead become the main leveling spot for players.

The main city for the Light camp entering the battlefield is called Sin City, while the main city for the Dark camp is called the Demon Fortress.

According to the background story, the Light and Dark camps fought a decisive battle here, which ended with the defeat of the Dark camp, leading the demon army to retreat and establish the Demon Fortress.

The Demon Fortress was originally a high mountain, and the demons carved out this main city within the peak, forming a massive cave city.

This remote area, devoid of law and order like Sin City, is filled with vicious red-named players, and the guards in the fortress ignore them. As long as they don't revolt or cause trouble, the guards won't pay them any mind.

The Quan Zhen Sect members, being a group of lawless players themselves, felt right at home as soon as they entered the Demon Fortress.

"What a great place!"

Looking at the sea of red names, everyone felt a thrill, especially Ming Du, who was already rubbing his hands together, itching to kill.

Red-named players typically have a high drop rate, and flaunting their red names in front of Ming Du essentially makes them walking targets.

"Don't be reckless!" Fearless quickly admonished. "We're here to do a quest, so don't stir up trouble."

"I know, I know!" Ming Du grinned. "I only target those who don't care about the bigger picture. As long as they don't provoke us, I won't strike first."

"I don't believe you for a second!" Fearless scoffed. "Is that why you activated your equipment effects? Hurry up and turn them off, put your weapon away."

"Hehe!" Ming Du helplessly chuckled and put his staff into his backpack.

Walking around in a lawless area with equipment effects active is undoubtedly a way to signal to others, "I'm a ripe target!"

However, the Quan Zhen Sect members weren't exactly known for their low profiles. Having mixed in the City of Twilight for so long, they had never deliberately turned off their equipment effects. Especially Wang Yu, being a newbie, didn't care about such things. His gear was all top-notch, and even if he didn't intentionally max out the effects, the default light effects were still dazzling.

Any one of them would stand out, let alone a group of over ten together.

This was the Demon Fortress, where all the low-quality players of the Dark camp gathered, and as soon as the Quan Zhen Sect entered the city, they were already being eyed.

"Boss, we've got a fat sheep coming in!"

Just as Fearless was scolding Ming Du, a stealthy assassin on a staircase wall above them sent a message.

"Oh? How fat?" The assassin quickly received a reply.

"Very fat!" the assassin asserted. "One Pugilist with at least two ancient items, and a mage with an ancient staff."

As an experienced thief, the assassin had a keen eye.

"From what you say, it sounds like there's more than one person?"

"There is one! Nine men and two women", the assassin replied again. "They're heading towards the east gate, looks like they're off to the battlefield of gods and demons. Tell the brothers to get ready."

...

The Demon Fortress, being a cave city, is smaller than a regular main city, and before long, Wang Yu and his party arrived at the exit of the Demon Fortress.

Since it was carved into the mountain, the Demon Fortress only has two gates: the west gate connects to the Dark camp, while the east gate leads to the battlefield of gods and demons.

When Wang Yu and the others reached the exit of the Demon Fortress, they found dozens of people blocking the entrance.

Seeing this, Fearless couldn't help but frown.

As veteran players, they quickly understood the situation.

The battlefield of gods and demons is currently the best place for leveling and loot, and as one of the entrances from the Dark camp, it was not unusual for tolls to be collected; these guys blocking the door were clearly in the business of collecting them.

"Hey! You lot!"

As Wang Yu and the others approached, a Warrior wearing bright red armor pointed his sword at them and shouted, "Are you leaving the city?"

"None of your business!!"

The Quan Zhen Sect members were not known for their good tempers. After playing for so long, they had never encountered anyone so audacious as to speak to them like that. Hearing the Warrior's words, Ming Du rolled his eyes and raised his hand to cast a spell.

"Don't cause trouble!"

Fearless shot Ming Du a fierce glare, and Ming Du reluctantly retracted his spell.

At this moment, Fearless had already walked up to the red-armored Warrior with a smile, saying, "Yes, we're going to the battlefield of gods and demons!"

"Good, good!" Seeing someone willing to pay, the red-armored Warrior didn't mind Ming Du's attitude and excitedly said, "The toll is fifty gold coins! For your eleven people, I'll give you a discount, just pay five hundred gold coins."

Five hundred gold coins isn't a small amount for the Quan Zhen Sect, equating to nearly a thousand yuan in real currency. How much does it cost to go through a toll booth? This guy clearly saw that Wang Yu and the others didn't look like locals and was trying to charge them extra.

However, since they were there to assist Wang Yu with his quest, and following the principle of avoiding more trouble, Fearless didn't want to cause a ruckus in such a den of scum. So when he heard that the toll was five hundred gold coins, he didn't say anything and readily took out a pouch of money to hand over.

"??!"

The red-armored Warrior was taken aback by Fearless's willingness to pay so readily and secretly regretted not asking for a thousand gold coins when he realized this guy was so rich.

"Can we go now?"

Seeing the red-armored Warrior dazedly accepting the pouch, Fearless asked with a grin.

"Ah...!"

The red-armored Warrior snapped back to his senses and quickly cleared the way, saying, "You're free to go!"

"Thanks!"

Fearless cupped his hands in thanks to the red-armored Warrior, then waved to the members of the Quan Zhen Sect as they made their way out of the city gate.

"Hold on!"

But just a few steps later, a coarse voice called out from behind.

"Close the city gates! Don't let them leave!"