416: Chapter 416 Don't Talk to Me About Development

The forest on the left side of the sandbox was lush and green, which should have been the perfect wood resource point for the early game.

Thousands of players received Chen You's order and, like sharks smelling blood, rushed toward that pathetic forest while howling.

"Brothers, make way! Watch this!" the Berserker Long Shao rushed to the front, holding a heavy sword glowing with purple light.

He took a deep breath, his Rage exploded, and he immediately activated his signature skill, "Whirlwind Slash," at the edge of the forest.

A blade storm formed instantly, and ancient trees as thick as several people's embrace were cut in half as if they were made of paper under his violent Rage.

Wood chips flew everywhere, the broken trees collapsed with a roar, and a cloud of dust rose up.

Long Shao stopped, shook his flowing hair, and looked up with anticipation.

There was no system prompt.

Chen You stood on the hovering disc in mid-air, looking at the control panel.

The "Wood" in the resource bar was still a glaring "0".

"What's going on?" Chen You frowned.

Down below, the players also realized something was wrong.

"Long Shao, are you even capable? Why didn't the wood go into the inventory after you cut the tree down?" an Elf Archer walked up and kicked the broken wood on the ground.

"Could it be that this game requires a Gathering skill? Let me try."

The Elf Archer drew a dagger and stabbed at the tree trunk repeatedly, but other than leaving a few white marks on the bark, there was no reaction.

"Move aside, move aside. You physical types just don't know how to adapt."

A Fire Mage wearing gorgeous robes squeezed out of the crowd, waved his staff, and shouted, "Watch this, Greater Fireball!"

Boom!

A scorching fireball smashed into the forest, and the violent flames instantly engulfed a dozen large trees.

Fire soared into the sky, and heat waves rolled out.

Three seconds later, the flames died out, leaving behind only charred charcoal and curling smoke.

A line of red text popped up on the control panel in front of Chen You: [Warning! Resource point (Wood) has been maliciously destroyed, reserves decreased by 15%!]

The corner of Chen You's eye twitched uncontrollably.

These idiots! This is a real-time strategy game!

Wood needs to be chopped down one by one by system workers with axes and then carried back to the main base to be converted into resources!

If you use skills to blow trees into ashes, how the hell are you going to get any wood!

"Big Boss! This tree is bugged!" a player's voice came from below, "It doesn't drop when burned with fire, and it doesn't drop when chopped with a sword! How about I try peeing on it?"

"Shut up!" Chen You roared through the global voice channel.

The whole place went silent instantly.

Chen You rubbed his temples, looking at the five system workers still trembling in the corner of the thatched hall.

Counting on these five old, weak, sick, and disabled workers to gather resources? By the time they gathered enough wood to build an arrow tower, the opportunity would have long passed.

Just then, a shrill alarm echoed through the trial space.

[Ding! The enemy's first wave of reconnaissance troops has arrived!]

[System Prompt: Please immediately rely on the basic Arrow Tower for defense. If the main base (Thatched Hall) is destroyed, the trial will be failed immediately!]

The gray fog directly in front of the sandbox began to churn violently.

Accompanied by the uniform sound of bones rubbing against each other, a squad of skeleton soldiers holding rusty iron swords, with ghostly green soul fire dancing in their eye sockets, slowly walked out of the fog.

They were arranged in a standard phalanx, marching in unison, exuding an aura of murderous military intent.

There weren't many, about twenty, and their level was displayed as Level 10 [Trial Skeleton Infantry].

According to the normal trial process, the trial-taker at this time should be leading five workers, having struggled to save up enough resources, and building a crude arrow tower in front of the thatched hall.

Then, by using the Arrow Tower's range advantage and coordinating the workers' kiting, they would thrillingly repel this wave of scouts, completing the first victory of "starting from scratch."

This is the romance that belongs to RTS games.

But now, there was a slight deviation in the situation.

The twenty Skeleton Infantry had just stepped out of the fog, preparing to Charge towards that dilapidated thatched hall.

Their ghostly green soul fires lifted, looking ahead.

Then, they stopped.

If skeletons could have expressions, their jaws would have already hit the ground by now.

In front of the thatched hall, there were no arrow towers, no barricades, only a dense crowd of creatures in strange clothes, holding various glowing weapons.

The number of these creatures was conservatively estimated to be over three thousand.

And the aura emanating from each of them was hundreds of times stronger than their group of Level 10 bone racks.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment.

In the front row of the Skeleton Infantry phalanx, one skeleton soldier turned its head blankly and looked at its companion next to it.

It meant: Brother, did we walk into the wrong scene?

In mid-air, Chen You watched this scene, and a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed his mind.

That's right.

Why do I need to build an Arrow Tower?

Why do I need to gather wood?

What is the ultimate goal of an RTS game?

It is to gather resources, upgrade technology, build barracks, and finally burst out a full-population army to flatten the enemy's base.

And now, I have already spent 100,000 gold coins to max out the population directly!

These three thousand-plus players, with a minimum level of 20 and some even up to 40 or 50, are the top-tier ultimate units!

Why am I still here gathering wood?!

Chen You figured this out, and his heart immediately settled down.

To hell with hardcore survival, when I play games, the main point is Pay-to-Win domination!

"All Immortals, listen up!"

Chen You clicked on the global voice channel, his voice no longer having the helplessness from before.

"Do you see those twenty bone racks in front?"

Down below, over three thousand players turned their heads in unison, their gazes locked onto the trembling skeleton squad at the edge of the fog.

"That is the enemy's vanguard," Chen You pointed into the depths of the fog and announced loudly.

"In this battle, there is no need to mine, no need to log, no need to build houses!"

"There is only one objective for this battle: crush everything that moves within your sight!"

"Charge into the fog, find the enemy's main base, and wipe it out for me!"

"The more monsters you kill, the higher your contribution, and the richer the rewards will be! Now, full army, Charge!"

The moment his voice fell, the entire sandbox boiled over.

"Holy crap! Straight to fighting? This is great!"

"Brothers, Charge! There are only twenty monsters; if you go late, you won't even get a bone!"

"Let go of that skeleton! Let me have it!"

Three thousand players, like a breached flood, erupted with earth-shattering war cries and launched a counter-Charge toward the twenty Skeleton Infantry.

Long Shao took the lead, his speed soaring to the limit, looking just like a rhino in heat.

Behind him, the sky was filled with colorful magical radiance.

Fireballs, ice shards, wind blades, and lightning intertwined into an airtight net of death, smashing toward the edge of the fog like a blanket.

The twenty Skeleton Infantry didn't even have time to raise their rusty iron swords before they were completely submerged by this terrifying torrent.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Various skills smashed into the ground, erupting with deafening roars.

The twenty Level 10 skeleton soldiers didn't even last a second before they were blasted into powder, not even leaving a complete bone fragment behind.

[System Prompt: Successfully repelled the enemy's first wave of reconnaissance troops! Gained 200 battle points.]

Chen You looked at the prompt that popped up on the panel and sneered.

Is this it? Is this what they call a trial?