153. Chapter 153: Warrior

Chapter 153: Warrior
Thanks to the unique form of existence and connection of blighted creatures.

With the two bosses falling to the ground one after another, the battle ended quickly.

The Withered Beasts lost their fighting spirit and their previous discipline, and quickly collapsed, dying and fleeing.

They weren’t fleeing back to the Blight Trail, but rather, they were scattered in all directions.

After a short period of silence, the participants in the battle all let out cheers of relief after the robbery.

Then, the counting of battle damage began.

Although the process was easier than expected, the result was far more tragic.

Although over a thousand enemies were annihilated, including two bosses.

But with the help of so many high techs, there were still close to 50 dead.

Among them, nearly 80% of the Elf Refugees selected by Old Joe died, accounting for the vast majority, and he himself was injured.

Unsurprisingly, these 40 human lives were the refugees’ fundamental foothold in Greenleaf Town from now on.

Everyone would see and remember them.

Then the respect and remembrance of the dead would be transformed into compassion projected onto the living.

Old Joe was even more businesslike and ruthless than Heine had ever imagined.

The survivors cleaned up the battlefield, patched up, and treated the wounded.

This is where Linumu’s tree people come in handy.

These dumb little tree people can actually deflect the power of the Blight!

“How did you do that?” Heine couldn’t help but ask.

Under the pupils of the dead, the withering power infecting Linumu’s body looked like a black leech, incredibly flexible.

But as he held the hand of a small tree man, the leech desperately burrowed into the wooden stake.

Then it couldn’t swim anymore.

As the infection wilted, the little tree man lost a few leaves and moved more rigidly.

So Heine broke the arm it had carried the power of the blight on, and it regained its flexibility.

“A chance discovery.”

Linumu gave a mature smile.

“But I haven’t found a ‘cure for blight’ yet, so this diversion is just a cop-out, not really a solution.”

Heine stared at the broken branch that fell to the ground.

Indeed, the Spirit Ashes wouldn’t disappear, and this black filament couldn’t be collected into a bottle as anger by him.

The “dead meta-spirit” seemed to be the starting point of evolution, and so far he had come into contact with three directions of mutation:

1. silver-colored metamaterials and meta-spirit soldiers.

2. pitch-black rage.

3. The “power of withering”.

But whether these three can be transformed into each other, he is not sure.

However, what was certain was that the legendary Ancestral Wood Quirkus, which was able to summon all the living beings in the place of refuge, was using the threads of Spirit Embers that he could see to control these withered creatures.

That’s probably what happened with the so-called thought connection.

When they go out to fight, the “elites” in their ranks are small mobile base stations that can receive and manage signals.

In the event of a fight, a blanket of fungus is placed underfoot to assist in control.

And he, as a psychic, can actually take advantage of the opportunity to seize power, participate in it …….

That would be odd.

Although most of the threads were “pulled off” due to the distance, there was still a small portion connected to him.

From the blighted beast captors.

The connection was subtle, and he could feel their fear.

That’s when Bedwyr led the way, pulling the body of a Bugman.

He was still holding Mr. Xia’s head in his arms.

“Why is it so tragic?”

Heine couldn’t help but exclaim.

“It’s like this ……”

Bey recounted the battle.

After hearing it, Heine couldn’t help but feel that these guys were really ruthless.

At the same time Sa General also finished listening to Wei Temple Iris’ relay.

After hearing it he also said from the bottom of his heart, “Indeed, Goat is really useless!”

Wei Diankui: “Look at what you’re saying, why do I get the feeling that you’re trying to optimize Brother Goat?”

Mr. Xia: “Indeed, Sa total you this backbone is a bit obvious ah?”

Mr. Sa: “You can’t talk nonsense, this is my big brother’s meaning, he asked me to go and shake people to hide from Brother Goat, and then brought Xiao Bei to the battlefield, you fine taste.”

…

At this time someone asked, “My lord, what to do with these two corpses?”

Heine thought for a moment, “This bug’s armor is exceptionally hard and suitable for use as a shield, use the airship to send it to Granite Town. As for the other …… body, pull it back first.”

…

Mr. Sa: “Ah this ……”

The other two: “It’s broken.”

Then amidst the laughter of the two men, Mr. Sa lapsed into silence.

……

Although it was late at night, Greenleaf Town was brightly lit.

The triumphantly returning party not only brought back uplifting news, but also the gruesome corpses of blighted creatures. With their deaths, the power of the Blight dispersed.

It either seeped into the ground or drifted in the direction of the Blight Trail.

The elven refugees had long heard of, or seen, blight that could not be defeated.

This was certainly a shot in the arm for them.

The natives of Greenleaf, on the other hand, were seeing something so terrifying for the first time.

Especially the two brothers, Hua Wen and Hua Wu, gave many people a shock upon their appearance.

Compared to them, the magical beasts, undead, and so on in the mountains of Makara couldn’t be more trivial.

Bedwell walked at the front of the group, basking in the most praise.

Putting aside the prestige of this period of time and the credits in this battle, this face was also suitable to walk first and bear the flowers and applause.

Heine was even.

He wasn’t good for it, and he didn’t need it.

He was always just an advisor, an advocate for George.

That was his promise to Arthur, and that was how he positioned himself.

And, he hated being a hero, it was more bondage.

He had traveled at light speed to the lumberyard and had a battle conference with Jianglu, Linumu, Dylan, and the awakened Tuba.

“As of now, this team lacks an adequate front row.” Jianglu summarized.

“Most of our firepower is long-range, and without Mr. Dylan’s undead as well as Linumu’s tree people, I’m afraid the casualties will only be worse.”

Dylan tugged at the corner of his mouth, “In the eyes of a country bumpkin like me, the best infantry in the world are in Eternal Dawn, we can’t work with them, can we?”

Tuba: “Actually, there is no shortage of warriors among the dwarves who are good at charging into battle, and our close ties with the earth should not be underestimated.”

Linumu: “Or perhaps we can work with the Shadow Temple? The Black Knights of the Northlands are also a good choice, and besides, Mr. Heine has close ties with that side.”

Eyes converged on Heine’s face.

Heine, however, shook his head, “Instead of resorting to outside forces, we should think about the local ‘warriors’.”

The crowd was dumbfounded.

The local warriors were indeed the best infantrymen, one could even say they were textbook.

Other professions might have to mix in a large portion of energy control and application in their training, but not the warriors of the Makara Mountains.

They are pure warriors.

“But they can’t go into battle like this, they lack the resistance to the power of the Blight, and might fall back halfway through the fight.” The wood elf said.

Jianglu: “Yes, and the strongest warrior at the moment is only level 4 …… is Lord Arthur, maybe this is the limit of warriors.”

Snap.

Heine snaps her fingers and Sabelia is pulled out.

He came out still crouching on the ground with his hands protecting his head, obviously being fatally beaten by Daxiong.

Feeling lighter all over, he looked around with his afterglow before standing up with a stern face.

“You’re looking for me ……”

“We intend to move against the Blight Trail.” Heine said bluntly.

Not only Saberia, but the remaining few were startled by his words.

No, it wasn’t said just now?
Although they knew that this day would come sooner or later, no one would have expected it to be brought up like this.

And it would be so hasty ……

“Surprised?”

Heine smiled at the crowd:
“How many times can they start a war of the magnitude of today’s? Three times? Five times? Shouldn’t be a problem, should it?
“They can, but how many times can our people hold out? It’s obvious that the other side is consuming us.

“Maybe we can make it through the winter at a terrible cost, but then they make it through, too.

“In other words, the other side doesn’t lose any money and we don’t make any money …… don’t do business that way.”

Sabelia grunted, “What does that have to do with me?”

“This can help you redeem yourself.”

Heine stared at him:
“We’re looking for a way to purify the blight, and I think I’ve got an inkling of it.

“You have two choices, either you continue to be stone-faced and play it cool, and when I’ve solved the problem, you won’t have a single copper coin to do with this.

“Or, you cooperate with me, but it won’t bring the Jungle Winds name back to this forest, because you don’t deserve it.”

Sabelia blushed even harder.

“But-“

Heine’s words changed, “It will save a lot of people.

“Not just humans, but elves, dwarves, many, many people.

“So take your pick.”

All eyes converged on Sabelia’s face, except for Heine.

He was picking his nails.

Not so much pretending as actually not caring.

He had one last way to go.

Duo and Simon’s trade had taken hold, Rick Exley’s money had been laundered, and he could buy the cheapest spark he could find without being discovered.

He still had the floating city.

Big deal, he’d drive the floating city in and sit his ass on the face of that Quirkus whatever, and he didn’t believe that wasn’t a big enough hit.

But this was a last resort.

Sabelia’s eyes flickered, and just as Heine was getting impatient with waiting, he finally made his decision.

“What do you want to ask?”

(End of chapter)