430 Wounded NPC? (1/2)
”Did you hear that? The Duke of York is attacking Victoria City!”
”What? Victoria City? I haven't heard this name before!”
”You haven't heard it before? That's the group of barbarians living in Victoria Forest. They shouted excitedly and ran towards the people that they saw.”
”That kind… the kind which is rare.”
”Ah, I understand.”
…
This was what the residents of Goldshire Town were gossiping about.
It was a popular topic as 3,000 Knights arrived at this desolate place and were ready to siege the barbarians in the forest.
The residents had deep sympathy for Victoria City. The enemies of the Duke of York didn't have good endings.
In Goldshire Town, a thin Human in a cloak listened to the gossip and grasped his cloak tightly before leaving.
The thin Human left Goldshire Town and ran towards the distant Victoria Forest.
…
A few Humans were traveling fast in the thick woods.
The leader was Dragonborn, who was wielding the Crimson Sword.
He lowered his body and traveled rapidly among the trees. His eyes were focused in front, and his solemn expression was terrifying.
”Dragon…”
TakeASpearHit was about to speak when Softie covered his mouth, gesturing for him to be quiet. She was as solemn as Dragonborn.
Dragonborn glanced back and remained silent, then looked intently in front.
In the next instant, there was some movement in front. Dragonborn shouted, ”Take action now!”
Dragonborn pounced forward and slashed the trees in front with his Crimson Sword. The tip of the Crimson Sword flashed, but he missed. A small bunny evaded the attack nimbly and dashed towards another bush. Before it reached its destination, an arrow flew over.
Softie fired the arrow from behind Dragonborn. The arrow brushed past Dragonborn's ear and flew towards the bunny, missing by an inch and landing in the bush.
”That was too close. I almost shot my Dragonborn Bro!”
Softie felt fearful. Dragonborn stopped and looked intently at the bushes before turning his head to shout at Softie, ”You shot a Human! No, you shot an NPC!”
…
Lancelot walked briskly on the streets of Victoria City. It wasn't known when the rain started, but the roads became muddy.
Though the proposal of paving the roads was already submitted, there were too many jobs for the gamers to complete. The rocks supplied by Eternal Kingdom were also limited, and the gamers had to use great effort to mine for rocks. Hence, the paving of the roads was delayed.
More importantly, the gamers preferred building houses to paving the roads.
Lancelot's destination was a private house.
To him, it was a private house. To the gamers, it was a Guild's stronghold.
Lancelot didn't know what the Guild called For that night with Sherlock was about. Was it a Labor Union? Commerce Guild? He was unable to figure it out!
Lancelot walked to the door and knocked.
Behind him were several observing gamers who were curious about the impending Plot.
”Zzzz ya.”
The wooden door opened, and a few gamers walked out. They looked around and said, ”We asked for Untouchable. Why is Lancelot here? Can he heal?”
A befuddled gamer asked Lancelot whether he could heal.
”Let me take a look. I know some basic first aid.” Lancelot pushed open the door and walked in.
There were many gamers inside the house, and the air was turbid. Lancelot could barely breathe. The air was filled with various stenches that he couldn't endure.
But he frowned and walked in. He saw a wounded person lying on an extremely dirty bed.
The wounded person had an intact arrow impaled in their chest, which was stained by fresh blood. The gamers didn't treat the wound at all.