Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 278: Control
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 357: Survival Based on Memories
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1234- Su Race
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 971: Advancing Another Step
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1233- Represent Earth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.2
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 344 - Giving No Chances
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3845: The Cloaked Old Man
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 645: So What if You're the Number One Person in Sword Dao?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
An Earth person with above-average physical fitness and loads of systematic training could run three kilometers in 7 minutes and 20 seconds (world record for men's 3 km).
Players, though, were far from standard physical fitness; in fact, the physical strength of most players' might not even match that of a robust farmwife. However, the skeletal characters controlled by the players weren't bound by physical or stamina limitations of this world.
With 60% less body weight than a normal person and ignoring the physical and stamina consumption during movement, players controlling skeletal frames could easily surpass the long-distance running limits of world champions, completing three kilometers in under five minutes.
Moreover, their endurance was terrifyingly high. As long as the player didn't get bored and switch to doing something else or was forcibly logged out due to unforeseen circumstances, they could indeed literally run forever without tiring…
In other words, trying to shake off players by riding horses was simply impossible.
The horsemen, who were over two kilometers away from the undead when they made an about-face, frantically spurred their horses into a gallop, only to hear the "clacking" footfall of the undead getting closer by the second, scaring them witless.
"Isn't the start of the war supposed to be tomorrow? Why are there undead today?!"
"I don't know! It was still safe when we left the city this morning!"
"We shouldn't have come out hunting at a time like this!"
"Cut the crap and think of something!"
This group of horsemen returning from the south rode military-grade lizard horses, with swords and bows hanging from their waists. Their attire was quite casual, some in barefoot riding boots, some with their shirt buttons undone, with even their finely made waistcoats and wool coats carelessly stuffed into the saddlebags.
Such attire would be deemed shabby if worn by the destitute in public, but for these young masters who lived a carefree life, it was considered stylish… Of course, that's under the ass
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