Chapter 52: Poisonous Marshlands
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Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 52: Poisonous Marshlands

At present, players who had completed their first job advancement only had four skills. The reason for the limited number was that players' mental strength wouldn't be able to bear it if too many skill runes were equipped. Nonetheless, even just having four skills still represented a significant improvement for players that had completed their job advancement.

Yang Qiu, being a high-level black mage, knew better than most about the extent of mental energy consumption that skill runes entailed. Therefore, he needed to provide the most suitable runic combinations for first-job spellcasters while taking into account their mental capabilities.

For non-spellcaster players, the skill runes equipped were derived from the runes used by alchemists for their golems. Even golems without consciousness could participate in battles when equipped with runes, let alone characters controlled by players.

The players had easily handled around 70 household guards in the day, and their success wasn't solely because of their intimidating skeletal appearance; after all, a cornered dog would bite, and those household guards didn't just submit meekly without resistance.

Just that, although the players at their current strength level could engage in a brawl with the household guards and even come out victorious, their fights ended up in disarray, without any clear strategy…

They were, after all, law-abiding citizens that had grown up in a peaceful country, and it was simply impossible for them to have any experience in street fights.

Moreover, these players practically looked the same, and their equipment didn't have many significant differences. This made it near impossible for the onlooking Holy Legion soldiers to distinguish them apart. The sight of skeletons hacking and hollering at one another left them utterly overwhelmed…

An ascetic in white robes couldn't help but comment with a deadpan expression, "I've seen villagers in Camore bind cloth strips on their arms to differentiate between friend and foe during a water dispute in

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