Looking at the cliff face, he thought about using an arrow as a makeshift piton to climb up, but doubted one could hold his weight.
‘Maybe two then?’
Just as Max was about to gamble his life on some poor-quality arrows, a voice called out to him from above, “Gun! Are you okay?! Hang on!”
Surprised, Max looked up and saw a familiar face poking over the edge; it was Edmond!
“Hey there! e to hang out with me?” Max replied chirpily.
A rge number of viewers groaned resentfully.
“I’m going to drop a rope down to you!” Edmond yelled, “You climb up, right?”
‘Hm? Since when did this guy have rope?’
Max decided he o stop pying carelessly and pay attention to his surroundings more, otherwise he might fall into more rivers and such. “Yep, I climb.”
A rope was flung down to him. Max grabbed hold of it and asded it quickly, exhaling once he reached dry ground again. “Haha! Thanks, buddy!” he put his arm around Edmond happily and gave him a noogie on impulse.
“Ow, hey!”
“Sorry, sorry. What are you doing here, are the others with you?”
“The others? No, I was just following the river from the treeline and saw you get sucked over a waterfall. Wait, does that meahers got out?!” Edmond looked at Max with sparkling eyes.
...Max had to stop himself from making an unfivably bad joke and answered holy, “Yes, they should be downstream. Everyone made it out fine. Oh, they’re behind you, actually.”
Edmond spun around and found the others were standing right there. Parker, the vice-captain, was at the fore. “Edmond!” The guard was enveloped in a warm hug. The hug was awkward because she hadn’t noticed Edmond was wearing a bag on his bad couldn’t her arms around him.
‘So that’s where the rope was!’ Max hadn’t noticed it either.
“Gun! Thank you!” Parker also gave him a hug, which he hadn’t expected. Caught off-guard, he blushed a little, as without blood and dirt caked all over her face, she was actually pretty.
—Gun is the worst pyer
—It should have been me
—Is this how handsome people live?
—That’s it. I’m buying the game
The hug wasn’t as great as the viewers imagined, because Parker was wearing a tough leather tunic over her chest. At least she wasn’t wearing mail though.
...They probably didn’t have a rge enough budget for mail.
Parker stepped bad peppered Max with questions, which he answered one by one. Meanwhile, Edmond spoke with his colleagues.
“Hey, why are three of you shirtless? What happeo your uniforms?”
“Uh...”
“It’s plicated.”
"?" Edmond wao inquire further after this suspicious response, but Max spoke up before he could, “We o keep moving. There might be more oring from the north, sihere were still a few chasing Edmond.”
“Oh, actually, they went the other way.” Edmond dismissed the .
“Hm? The other way?”
“I hid at the river and watched them go north rather than south. They won’t be here anytime soon.”
“Oh. Well, we should be fihen... Let’s start walking anyways.”
Thankfully, orcs were stupid.
“By the way, who healed your injuries? Did Gun have healing potions?” Edmond raised a question.
Now that he looked properly, Edmond was right; their injuries had all healed up! Even the dude with missing limbs had recovered, with his legs having regrown all the way down to his toes. Lemonade must have brought them some healing potions. But then... where was Lemonade?
“Yes, we found them by just sitting by the riverside. Could it have been luck?” Parker was unsure, “I wonder who left them there?”
“That would be my friend, whom I asked for help,” Max crified. “You’re sure you didn’t see ahere? I thought he would e in person.”
“No, we didn’t see anyone...” Parker raised her eyebrows, clearly surprised by this revetion.
“Alright, give me a moment.” Max walked ahead and opened his stream chat. “Guys, where is he?”
—R.I.P Lemonade
—He lived a good life
—Killed by bandits
—This is why altruistic people do
—He got PK’ed
—Doesn’t even know it’s his fault lol
“He died?”
Max had a hard time reading the chat, as it was streaming past too quickly. Why were there so many people enting? He looked to check his viewer t.
[Current Viewers: 20,463]
“What?! So many of you?!” Max was stunned. “Did he send all of you here after dying? Why was he PK’ed; was it random? Are they culprits nearby?” Max let off a string of questions.
—They were looking for you
—They’re still nearby
—He died like a minute ago
—He’s probably watg your stream now
Max was still prying answers from the chat wheiced a group of people ahead.
“Parker, do you have a spare potion?” Max asked the vice-captain.
“Ah, Yes! There was o.” She ha over to him, “Sorry, I fot you were injured.”
“No worries, but... be careful. These might be enemies up ahead.”
“Enemies?” Parker finally noticed the encroag group, while Max focused on making himself bat-ready.
STATUS
Name: Gun
Css: Deadshot
Level: 8
EXP: 11%
Health: 42/290
Mana: 290/290
Abnormal State: None
dition: Broken ribs, chest tusiorauma, leg ceration, inhaled water
ATTRIBUTES
Vitality: 28 (+1)
Strength: 32 (+2)
Dexterity: 36 (+2)
Agility: 36 (+2)
Intelligence: 28 (+1)
Wisdom: 28 (+1)
Charm: -3 (+100)
Luck: 0
DETAILS
Subcsses: Ultra-Rapid Fire, Rapid Fire, Sniping, Kiics Mastery, Marksmanship, Sharpshooting
Titles: Unique, Cruel, Headshot Harry, One Shot One Kill, Pyer Killer...
Active Skills: None
Passive Skills: None
Max skulled the healing potion and was surprised to find that it tasted like co. The ability to seaste had not been a feature in Hero of Liberation, so this came as quite a shoax.
“Halt! Who goes there?” Parker addressed the approag group.
“Ah, we’re heroes! Pleasure to meet you, madam. We have some business with the otherworlder in your pany.” One of the men responded, firming they were pyers.
Max sized them up. There were seven pyers, all men with unknown levels. Judging by their equipment, three were magic users, while the other four practiced melee.
“What business do you have with me?” Max asked them suspiciously. “Are you the ones who killed my friend?”
“Your username is ‘Gun’, right?” A man who seemed like the leader stood out while crossing his arms, “You stole property from the Avaricius family. We killed your ‘Lemon’ friend because he was attempting to aid you, our enemy. We obviously wouldn’t let that happen.”
“Enemy? Stole?” Max was genuinely fused. That name sounded familiar though...
“Yes, you stole an item of clothing. A hat, I believe.”
‘...Oh! It must be about that guy!” Max recalled a certailed ‘young master’.
“I think I know what you’re talking about.” Max turo face his NPpanions, “You guys go ahead, I’ll meet you back at the vilge.”
“Huh? Are you sure?” Parker was surprised.
—Um what, he’s sending his allies away?
—Killing himself??
—Noooo I wanted revenge!
—ppl in chat clearly haven’t been here long LOL
“I’m sure. This is a feud between heroes; you shouldn’t get involved.”
“Well, okay then. Men, with me!” Parker moved oo Novus Vilge. The pyers made no move to attack them, knowing full well that the NPCs were higher level and would wipe the floor with them. Their orders were only to kill this ‘Gun’ guy, anyways.
“Alright, let’s talk.”
...
...
Lemoched Gun’s stream while menting his own luck. Who would have thought he would be killed as colteral damage on his first day of pying?
At least this guy’s stream was eaining. He even nearly fell off a waterfall.
“All right, let’s talk.”
Lemonade couldn’t help but shake his head when he saw Gun sending his NPCs followers away. This guy would probably die as well. Which was a shame really, because he’d sent all his viewers over there hoping to give this guy some exposure.
Gun took a stylish bck cowboy hat out of his iory and spoke again, “Is this the hat you’re talking about?”
“Yes, that’s it. Are you going to give it back?”
“Right, Tristan, mm.” Gun mumbled to himself. “So, let me get this straight: you hunted me for several hours on unch day and killed my new friend over a feud for a hat which I didn’t even steal? Does that sound abht?”
“No, not the st. We’ve received official word from Tristan Avaricius that you stole the hat from him. You’re a thief and a liar.”
“Alright, got it. Wait here a moment.” Gun put the hat on his head and started walking backward slowly, while ting his steps. “Owo, three, four, five, six, seve, en, eleven...”
“What are you doing?” The pyer leader interrupted.
“One moment.” Gun put his hand up and ignored him. “Fifteen, sixteeeeeen, een, twenty, twenty-one.”
“Cut it out, we don’t have all day.”
“Alright, alright. This should be enough.” He drew some arrows from his quiver.
“Enough? For what?”
“For me to kill all of you, obviously. Did you fet that I’m an archer?”
Gun pulled his b bad shot an arrow at the leader’s head.
“Uh?!” Lemonade involuntarily made a noise. He was attag them?? One-on-seven?!
The shot struck the tre of the leader’s forehead and killed him instantly. He swiftly faded into a blue particle effect.
—OH SH*T
—1-shot?!
—Easier than orcs lol
—WTF IS THAT DAMAGE
The se exploded into a as Gun fired two more arrows at the enemy melee pyers. Both of them nded as headshots and the pyers died without being able to resist. His fourth shot flew at an enemy mage, who was forced to leap sideways to dodge, celling his spell in the process.
Ane wasn’t so lucky and took an arrow to the nose, resulting in instah.
Lemoched his s in shock. Was this guy fighting a 1v7... and winning?!
The st standing melee pyer mao reach Gun aend his sword, only to be hit in the face with a bow.
‘Hold o hit by the bow itself??? Is it because it’s a longbow, it’s lohan the sword?!’
Lemonade was pletely stupefied. Wielding his longbow like a bat, Gun smacked the swordsman in the fad sent him flying into a nearby tree. The crack of a bone breaking could be heard through the stream audio.
‘Th-this, this guy is awesome!’
Gun tilted sideways to avoid a jured rock, before shooting the mage responsible, whose face dropped into a pile of leaves on the forest floor.
Nog his st arrow, but not drawing it, he looked to the st man standing, whom had stood idly at the back of the group throughout the ordeal and not made any attempt to attack. The man stared back at him.
“...”
“...”
“You’re a healer, aren’t you?”
“Yep.”
Pew.
Gun put the guy out of his misery. Walking over to the guy with the broken bones, who was also still alive, he picked him up by the hair and pressed his head against a tree. He didn’t know what injuries this dude had, but they were probably quite severe, because he didn’t resist at all.
“Do me a favour. Tell your cute Tristan that if he wants to spread lies and attack me, he should at least do it in person like a man.”
Smash!
The head disappeared in his hand and turned into blue energy. With all the enemies defeated, Gu his hat back to his iory and walked around to collect his arrows. “Avenged,” he muttered under his breath.
Lemonade realised his jaw was still down and fixed it back it to its natural position. What a scary guy! Were people just trolling when they said the archer css was bad? Rather than that, it looked more like it was too OP!
He scrolled down and hit the ‘follow’ button on Gun’s el. This was definitely a good friend to have made!
—Is he hag?
—That’s terrifying
—I got a headache just from watg that
—Boss, I’ll follow you, so spare me!
The other viewers were of a simir opinion, and Gun’s follower t rose rapidly.
However, the man iion had his attention elsewhere. Rather than celebrating, he stared down at his interfahappily, like he’d just swallowed a slug.
[ Charm: -10 ]