90. Chapter 90 – Destroying the Devil (26132500)
Chapter 90 – Destroying Everything (26132500)
Greenleaf Town’s central square.
The half-elves and humans who traveled to and fro were crowded.
There were over a thousand residents in just one Greenleaf Town.
This was not counting the small farms and manors scattered around, as well as the half-elves who lived in the forest and mimicked the night elves in every move.
The Lord’s Office had never done any statistics on this, but Heine estimated that there were at least ten thousand people spread throughout the eastern suburbs.
The mountain folk to the south would be even more numerous due to the more affluent trade in the dwarven towns immediately adjacent to the Eagle’s Bit Mountains.
The entire mountainous region of Makara added up to perhaps 50,000 or 60,000 people.
How many of our own people are there?
Very few, I’m afraid.
Suddenly there was a gasp from the crowd, but it turned out to be the three strutting elves who were paraded around with their heads hanging down.
There was also a man explaining their crimes at the top of his voice.
“Betrayer”, “Deserter”, “Shame”.
How much the locals had honored the elves, and how hard they were cursing them now.
It was Heine’s idea, and was jokingly referred to as “magic vs. magic” by Sheepcatcher.
Jones stood on the high platform, hissing the meaning of this “expedition”, the surrounding people from the understanding to anger, only a few minutes.
It was the first time in three years that Heine had seen so many people gathered together.
His skeletons also seemed to be excited.
…
Mr. Xia: “I suddenly remember Brother Tu Cheng.”
Wei Temple Iris: “Ah I know (zhí) about that. Did that dude jump off the floating city during the Three Queens’ speech, rain fire and bombs in the air, and then plow through the crowd with his thrusters and steel storm?”
Mr. Xia: “Yes, that was the second time, more prepared. The first attempt to slaughter the city was shut down by the NPCs, and finally deleted his number and started over, but that time he got his hands on it, and as a result, the whole camp’s reputation was reversed, and his number was blocked in the end.”
Catch the Goat: “This is another person from before I entered the pit, right? I remember the player’s handbook doesn’t say no striking out at NPCs, so theoretically the game company has to pay him back, right?”
Mr. Xia: “No, because he wasn’t really banned, just banned. After he did that, no matter what character he built, he couldn’t transfer.”
Catching Sheep was shocked: “…… Warrior?”
Mr. Xia: “Yes, that’s the warrior. That dude has basked in several numbered panels in the forums, to the effect that all the energies rejected him, and he finally just stopped playing.”
Catch the Goat: “Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?”
Mr. Xia: “Hey ……”
Wei Temple Iris: “I advise you to be a human brother.”
Mr. Xia: “I’m just kidding.”
…
Heine listened with chills all over her body, thankfully there was no real-apocalypse coming.
It sounds like there are two kinds of punishment in AGE.
One is the deduction of camp reputation, and the other is angered energy.
He had a vague feeling that the latter might be a reflection of the norm in this world.
He also felt more and more that the brothers he had summoned-especially when they were in skeleton form-were no different from players.
They had a bottom line, but not much.
It was just that their own constraints gave them a stance and a sense of “immersion”.
For them, maybe that one reminder to catch a sheep is one of the few spontaneous rationalizations.
……
Jones eventually names fifty men to be assigned to Heine.
He himself took the remaining one hundred and fifty men and ambushed them on the outskirts.
It didn’t really matter if they were matched or not, having this attitude was enough.
But while Jones had the attitude, the private soldiers under him didn’t see it.
For example, the squadron leader who came to report to Heine had a “I’m a soldier” face.
He slowly said, “My humble self, Litton, fifty of our men have been reorganized, please give us your instructions.”
With Heine’s current level of perception, it wasn’t difficult to realize that the other party was only a shade weaker than Jason.
As for the rest of the unevenly matched archers, warriors, and lancers, they were basically all at the beginning of the second level.
Heine didn’t bother to break bread with him and extended two fingers to Catch the Sheep.
“Break two of his ribs.”
Catching Goat: “Damn he’s too good for that!”
He raised his hand and threw out his flying shield, not even bothering to step on devotion, he directly stepped forward and kicked the opponent in the chest.
It happened suddenly, plus Litton’s actual combat was far inferior to a chief like Jason.
Only a few back and forth, Litton did not know how many broken ribs, directly carried away.
The other soldiers immediately stood in awe.
Heine looked at them, “Is there a lieutenant?”
An older veteran soldier stepped forward with a curt face.
“My lord ……” “Form up and move out.”
“Yes, my lord!”
……
Northern Suburb.
The moonlight splashed on the wheat fields that could not be seen at a glance, and further north was the lush forest.
In the middle of the forest is a shuttered lumberyard, now occupied by a group of elves.
There were twenty of them, both men and women, and more than half of them were wounded.
As deserters they were much more comfortable than the rest of their companions, having received an offering from the town of Greenleaf two days ago and never going hungry.
Now that Mace had gone to negotiate with the lord, they were already thinking of a better life in the future.
“You guys say that Jiang Lu won’t bring anyone to come after us, right?”
“She wouldn’t dare, Silverwing doesn’t even have the guts, how could she?”
“Then will she get the locals to come after us?”
“Heh, what threat can just those hicks be?”
“That’s right, might as well think about what to do in the future, we can’t stay here forever.”
“That’s easy, kill the lord, find an obedient little Pernie to be a puppet, and just have him send a steady stream of food to the forest.”
“Good idea! Should have done that a long time ago.”
Just then, someone’s ears twitched and suddenly stood up.
“Someone?”
Before the words fell, a dagger slashed through his neck, and in an instant, his body and head were in two places.
The mournful whistle sounded only then with some lag.
The crowd couldn’t help but look up, only then did they realize that the companion on the tree had been engulfed by the black flames that had swallowed up most of his body, and that had been the last movement he could make.
“Enemy attack–“
A caster shouted at the top of his lungs, while bracing himself with a shield.
As long as they weren’t above level five, the energies made no distinction between camps.
That was why professions below level five were a mixed bag of everything.
However, just as his energy shield was generated up to his neck, a dagger probed out and lightly wiped through the neck.
The shield dissipated and he fell to the ground with his head tilted.
…
“Oooooooooh, my saaaaah.”
Mr. Xia sighed as he catapulted out of the way of the attack to vanish into the air.
“If my sa was still there, he would have never let that guy’s whistle blow, and dude would have been able to mix up two more heads.”
Wei Temple Iris: “You mean buddy dish chanting?”
Catch the sheep: “You do not care about him, he is giving Sa general mourning.”
Wei Temple Kite: “No, how to hang on the funeral? This must not live to see people die to see the body ah?”
Catch sheep: “You have to understand this way, if Mr. Sa is no more, then mourning is appropriate. If he didn’t (mèi) no, that’s in disgust Sa total, horizontal and vertical no loss.”
Mr. Xia hemmed and hawed and laughed.
“Or sheep brother understand me …… my drop Sa ah ~~ where are you ah ~~”
Wei Temple Iris speechless.
“Means in the end no no (mèi) no not yet know it, just first woo woo woo.”
Catch sheep: “Do not say, I give you a faith blessing, you prepare.”
Wei Temple Iris: “Ah? Heine doesn’t care?”
Catch the Goat: “It’s an order he gave me.”
Guardian Iris: “Come on, come on, one whole round!”
Mr. Xia: “No… sheep… brother…”
Catch the Sheep: “Close combat crawl.”
…
After a short ten seconds or so, just as the lumberyard was in chaos.
A thick pillar of fire that was embraced by one person appeared in the air.
It was light and airy, as if it was a burning black cloud.
Then it suddenly exploded.
Eight pitch-black fire snakes twisted their bodies recklessly and flew in eight different directions.
Feeling the chilling annihilation energy on them, the elves once echoed the fear of being dominated by the Floating City’s Shadow Sphere.
“Run away–“
(End of chapter)