Chapter 699 Splitting The Players

Chapter 699 Splitting The Players

Although both Phoenix and Astaroth were going there for an official function, they wanted to have clothes that would both represent their title, but also seem ready for business.

They both had a feeling that if they showed up looking too pompous, it would only play against them. One way or another, they could re-equip their gear at any moment.

But that would only come as a last resort.

Once they were ready, they also had to go through whoever wanted to join the party. n--o.(V-)e--l/.b-)I./n

Phoenix had seen the quest and the amount of people who accepted it.

"You forgot to set a limit of people who can join. We can't possibly take almost eighty players with us. Themiscus will see it as a provocation," she stated, as they headed to the palace entrance.

"I know. But there is a reason I didn't put a limit. You'll understand when we get there."

As the pair exited the palace through its large wooden doors, they ended up facing a little army of players, all of them waiting in the plaza before the palace.

As soon as they had accepted the quest, the guards at the inner gates saw a list with names, growing, that had to be led to the palace plaza. So the players present had all been escorted there and were still being kept in check by the Royal Guards.

Astaroth clapped his hands loudly, adding a bit of mana to the strikes of his palms, so the sound would be louder, until he caught everyone's attention and they quieted down.

"Alright, folks. Thank you for accepting the quest in such great numbers. Now, I know most of you wonder why so many people were allowed to join the quest. Let me enlighten you."

He started walking down the steps slowly, making a dramatic pause. He could feel the excitement rising in the players' midst.

"I will not need all of you for this trip. Only twenty-one of you will be joining me and the Phoenix, along with the Royal Guard's commander."

Nothing was free in life. Why would New Eden be any different?

Seeing as he got everyone in the right mindset, Astaroth clapped his hands again.

"Alright! Let's get all of you sorted out. I want five lines formed right now. Starting from my left to my right, I want a tank line, a healer line, a mage line, a melee line, and finally, a ranged line."

The players started spreading out, forming hasty lines on the plaza. The split he got did not surprise Astaroth.

'As I thought, more melee players and mages than any other roles. Good thing I don't need many of the other groups.'

Astaroth wanted to scan the players, to determine their levels, stats, and gear, but at the same time, he didn't want to be here all day.

Since gear often exuded mana, the higher grade it was, due to the materials that went into their crafting, Astaroth went about it in another way.

Activating his mana vision, he erupted in a pulse of pure mana, making it latch onto everyone's aura. This allowed him to gauge their power levels roughly, through mana emanation alone.

The mage players felt the mana pulse pass through them, and a few of them became pale, as they felt the raw power coming from it, and imagined the level of control it took to do this. As for the less magically inclined, they felt like they were being scanned and ignored the sensation.

Given that players scanned almost everyone they crossed paths with, they could hardly complain when someone did the same to them.

Now that he saw the aura of everyone, Astaroth started picking out people mentally, not saying anything yet.

But as he scanned through everyone with his gaze, he noticed a player in the tank line, who was shining almost as bright as the mages. This caused him to pause.

'Is she a magic tank, or is she simply geared in excellent gear?' he wondered.

Deciding to find out, he walked toward the human woman, wearing gleaming armour of gold and silver, with a weapon that was exuding a visible glow.

When she saw the guild leader walk toward her, the woman smiled widely.