Chương 75: Grave Crown Starter Pack

The forced broadcast hit before Meno could do anything useful. [World Announcement] PrayerBeadGod has pledged allegiance to the Grave Crown. The Western Kingdom has accepted its first adventurer champion. For one breath, the throne crypt stayed quiet, and then his level bar slammed forward. [Quest Experience Awarded] [Level Up | Level 46] Meno barely noticed. A new notification opened over the old one, and this time it was not a reward. It was a quest.

Another quest, the kind designed to make every guild officer in Veyrath say his name with clenched teeth. Viewers: 124, 784 GRAVE CROWN LEVEL 46 PVP FACTION WHAT DID YOU DO Meno read the panel. [Kingdom Quest Acquired: First Claim of the Grave Crown] Raise the Grave Crown Banner in a Level 40–50 region and cast the land into open skirmish.

"Oh," Meno said.

"That is not a normal quest." Once planted, the region is claimed in the name of the Grave Crown. Within its borders, all faction ties are treated as hostile, unless a stronger condition overrides this effect. While the claim stands, Grave Crown players gain 50% increased experience in the region, while all non-Grave Crown players suffer 50% reduced experience. Chat found religion, war, and several new ways to get Meno to suffer at the same time. PLANT IT DO IT 50% XP GRIEF BANNER VILLAIN ARC Meno swallowed.

"Plus fifty percent XP is huge," he said.

"And it griefs everyone else. The debuff definitely includes dungeons unless the game is feeling merciful, and nothing about this basement suggests that." Player kills within the claimed zone grant experience. If the banner remains uncontested for 5 minutes, opposing factions may capture the banner, claiming the bonus for themselves. The banner breaks upon the fourth capture. Additional banners may be purchased with Karma from the Grave Crown Faction Quartermaster.

Radnik stepped beside him and placed a folded flag into his hands. The cloth was black, heavy, and cold to the touch, with a golden skull stitched at the center and long ragged tails that moved despite the still air of the crypt. Meno put it into his inventory on autopilot, his mind already at Ashfang Volcano, imagining JaxxonVale's dungeon pull route collapsing under an open skirmish banner. [Item Acquired: Grave Crown Banner] Meno rubbed his face.

"I am worried about liking this banner too much. Imagine planting it at the top of the volcano in some awful spot only False Wings can reach." do it plant volcano ruin Jaxxon banner meta XP war now"I should definitely log off before this starts sounding reasonable." NOO do it coward best content please"The player kill XP has to have a cooldown," Meno said.

"Otherwise people just trade kills and print levels. BrineSaint is already murdering teammates for karma, and I refuse to believe the AI did not see that coming." King Malrec settled back against the skull throne. The golden light in his eye sockets dimmed, and the skeleton became still again, as if giving Meno a region-war grenade had exhausted his interest in the living. Radnik waited with thin patience, apparently satisfied with the meeting. Meno turned to him.

"So where do I get a Mountstone, and where can I purchase these famous negative karma rewards?"

"Follow me," Radnik said.

"Royal Quartermaster Marcel handles such matters." Meno followed him back up the stairs. The crypt door opened into the side passage, and Radnik led him through the antechamber, up the main staircase, and finally into the actual throne hall. Meno stepped inside and stopped for half a second. A party was happening. Noble NPCs in bright clothes moved in circles to harp music, eating small foods from silver trays while servants drifted between them with drinks. Laughter bounced off white stone arches and gold trim.

It felt deeply strange after seeing the real king sitting below on a skull throne like a kingdom secret nobody at the party wanted to discuss. The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. fake throne? bone basement Westmarket cursed nobles don't know? they know Radnik ignored the dancers and led Meno to the far end of the hall. Another throne stood there, public and polished, with guards on both sides.

On it sat a teenage-looking NPC wearing more jewelry than Meno had seen on any single person ever: six gold chains of different thicknesses, at least five earrings in each ear, and enough rings that some fingers had doubled up. Long black hair fell over a pompous military coat as he lounged with a large goblet of red liquid, speaking to a noble lady while looking bored enough to declare war for entertainment. Radnik stopped.

"You may enter here now and ask Marcel to procure whatever you require. I am taking my leave. We have high hopes for you, Swing Master. Do not disappoint." Radnik left Meno's side to speak with a woman near one of the food tables, leaving Meno to look at Marcel. The teenager on the throne was the perfect distillation of every PvP player who had ever existed, if someone had given them money, a title, and no bedtime.

"This is just great," Meno said. Chat loved him instantly. Marcel arc PvP prince he ganks lowbies Karmabeast royalty jewelry build As Meno approached, Marcel turned and gave him a vile look, like Meno had stepped on his hamster and asked for a mount afterward.

"What do you want?" Marcel snapped.

"I want a lot of things," Meno said.

"What can I get?" Marcel lifted two fingers toward one of the royal guards, and the man stepped forward to hand Meno a scroll. The moment Meno took it, a purchase UI opened, though most of the PvP section was blacked out. [Karma too low to view.]"Comforting," Meno said. He focused on the Mountstone tab. There were three Mountstone tiers. Tier two required twenty-five thousand Karma, and tier three required five hundred thousand.

Their options and gold costs were censored behind the requirements, which felt excessive but informative. Tier one had no Karma requirement, giving it the privilege of being expensive immediately. A pastry hit Meno in the head, and he froze as sticky red jam slid down his temple. Marcel giggled. PASTRY HIT royal gank Marcel first blood drown him jam crit Meno slowly wiped the jam from his head and tried to calm himself. The first tier cost twenty-five thousand gold.

Less than the fifty thousand he had feared, but still a real number. King Malrec survived Preypool for now, but Marcel was testing several systems at once.

"Twenty-five thousand," Meno said, focusing on the UI.

"Still painful." He opened the first option. [Grave Crown Goreboar] Speed: High Control: Low Jump: Low Capacity: Medium The visual showed a huge black boar with red tusks and a broad armored head built to smash through gates. Meno opened the tooltips and read through the stats. Speed meant travel rate, Control measured how reliably the mount obeyed commands, and Jump covered obstacle crossing and vertical movement.

Capacity meant mount size and passengers: Low for one rider, Medium for maximum five, and High for maximum twenty raid transport.

"The Goreboar is the go fast and pray option," Meno said. BOAR speed king crash mount party capacity pick speed Meno checked the second. [Grave Crown Gloomstalker] Speed: Medium Control: Low Jump: High Capacity: Low The Gloomstalker looked like a large black cat with narrow green eyes and a posture that suggested the rider was optional. Meno stared at it for a while.

"This is bait," he said.

"Cats are cool. High Jump is cool. But low Control with only medium Speed sounds like it jumps into the lake because you asked it to jump over a log." content mount cat cat cat streamer mount buy cat"Low Capacity," Meno said.

"Only me. If I wanted something that ignores instructions for content, I already have chat." He moved to the third. [Grave Crown Ashjackal] Speed: Medium Control: High Jump: Low Capacity: Low The Ashjackal was a lean grey beast, smaller than the first two, with the alert posture of a wild dog. Meno had seen undead cousins in Melrai Dunes. This living version looked less dramatic, which usually meant more useful.

"High control is tempting," Meno said.

"This one actually goes where I want it to go." best pvp control wins jackal main that's a dog looks very small"It carries one person," Meno said.

"Barely, from the look of it. Trading Jump and Capacity for Control might be the sane option. Plus, it goes as fast as the cat." He opened the fourth option. [Grave Crown Ironsting] Speed: Low Control: Medium Jump: Medium Capacity: Medium The Ironsting appeared as a boar-sized scorpion, armored in black and bronze, with its tail curved high over the saddle area. The venom barb hung there like a design choice made by someone who hated riders, and Meno's spine rejected the idea immediately.

"No." Chat disagreed. scorpion buy scorpion metal bug taxi medium everything low speed sad Meno forced himself to assess it anyway.

"This is the safe party option if you do not care about Speed," Meno said.

"Decent Control, functional Jump, carries five people." He looked at the tail again.

"Also unpleasant to exist near." The fifth option opened. [Grave Crown Gravewurm] Speed: Low Control: Low Jump: High Capacity: High The visual showed an armored worm the size of a bus, related to the sandworms from Melrai Dunes but heavier, darker, and plated in bone along its back. Its front maw opened in rings of teeth large enough to make boarding feel dangerous.

"This is the siege bus," he said.

"Twenty people on a slow worm with a huge Jump, but Low Control means it probably never lands where you want." WORM BUY WORM buying this Kestrel mount awesome buy it coward"Guys, be serious. I need a sports car, not public transportation." buy them all all mounts 125k only rich now gold is fake"No," Meno said.

"Before you spam it more, I am not spending one hundred twenty-five thousand gold. One mount is enough." He went back through the list. Goreboar had Speed and party Capacity, but low Control and bad Jump. Gloomstalker had style and Jump, but medium Speed and low Control. Ashjackal was probably the cleanest personal mount, with high Control and no nonsense, but it locked him into riding alone. That brought up one thought before he could stop it.

Meno asked aloud, "Which mount do you guys think Aurelia would like the most?" The chat smelled blood. WORM WORM worm romance late bloomer worm buy her worm Gravewurm date Meno realized the mistake one second too late when a second pastry flew at his head. This time, he dodged, letting it splatter on the floor behind him before he turned slowly toward Marcel.

"Throw another one at me, and I will drown you." Marcel perked up and stood, delighted rather than afraid, before turning to the noble lady beside him.

"Oh, look, Miralda," Marcel said.

"This one has spite." He took her hand and began dancing with her, ignoring Meno completely. Meno returned to the UI while chat spammed worm, boar, cat, and drown prince in equal measure.