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Chapter 135 - 135 125 Escort Our Fragile NPC

135: Chapter 125 Escort Our “Fragile” NPC 135: Chapter 125 Escort Our “Fragile” NPC This was a long journey.

Since following “Hunter” Miriam on the road to Leon Territory, the 60 undead had become increasingly listless after their first two days of excitement.

They were anticipating the emergence of new game content, eager to escape the dire situation where they could do nothing, as the lengthy travel gradually wore away at their patience, bit by bit.

During the journey, “Hunter” Miriam was slowly getting to understand the undead; she learned that they could vanish into thin air and reappear after a while.

It seemed they didn’t need to sleep, or perhaps they disappeared when they slept.

The restless wind blowing from the front down the slope brought with it a foul stench that tensed every undead, a scent that signaled the approach of the lizardfolk.

Miriam swiftly took down her twin crossbows, her combat instincts allowing her to aim the arrows in the most appropriate direction first, gently pulling the trigger.

Pfft, the stench grew stronger.

The cunning lizardfolk, hidden in the shadows, leaped out.

They were large, two heads taller than Miriam, standing upright like lizards, with their red throat pouches sweeping back and forth outside their mouths.

The first lizard that jumped out was struck on the shoulder by a tricky arrow, demonstrating Miriam’s miraculous archery skills as she was able to identify the enemy’s weak point instantly.

The lizard sprang forward, targeting Miriam.

She quickly moved backward, her long legs pushing off the ground, making Miriam look as if tethered by an invisible rope being pulled back.

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground followed; first a “boom,” then a “crack,” as the lizard’s tail, which looked thicker than its body, whipped through the air and the ground.

The tastiest piece of meat was hidden in that tail!

The strong wind lifted by the impact rushed towards Miriam, brushing her forehead’s hair, tickling her, and she suddenly remembered it had been a while since she had cared for her hair, which was slightly obstructing her vision.

But long hair could also conceal scars.

The lizardfolk failed to hit her, feeling somewhat frustrated, but quickly switched tactics.

The lizard charged at Miriam, back arched as if on all fours, yet its forelimbs were off the ground, and its long tail furiously swung, whipping up dust as it ran.

It was like a large rock skimming the surface of the ground as it flew towards her.

Miriam opened her mouth to swallow both the foul air and the ferocious wind, adjusting her stance, and as the creature neared, she ran forward.

As they closed in on one another…contact…

her foot landed on the head of the lizardfolk, her body then soaring into the air.

It was not as if they had collided but rather as if the lizard had purposely positioned its head to serve as a foothold, so Miriam could step on it more easily, jumping even higher.

She leaped into the air, adjusting her stance midair, upside down.

The twin crossbows were already aimed at the lizardfolk.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Two arrows, each with a special effect, pierced through the lizard’s eyes, nailing its jaw shut.

Its flight close to the ground abruptly came to an end.

Boom, another loud noise.

Perhaps because it resembled a stone, it made huge commotions with each move.

The lizardfolk collapsed onto the ground.

Miriam landed gracefully, her mood calm, as for her, it was a battle so uninteresting that it barely piqued her interest.

Agility and ease were her combat style, and she was yet to taste defeat.

The remaining undead gathered around, but the outcome awaiting them would not change in the slightest.

Arrows effortlessly slaughtered the lizardmen, while Milan moved across the battlefield like a butterfly that had gone astray, graceful and at ease.

Yet, the undead were cheering and then surged forward.

Tasting the madness of the undead…

she had anticipated this long ago.

Moreover, she found that the undead were very obsessed with “killing.”

Milan cared a great deal about who landed the killing blow on her prey; it was a hunter’s honor.

Listening to them complain about “not scoring a kill,” Milan’s mood always improved considerably.

Finally, they reached the Leon Territory.

The towering city walls stood before the undead like cliffs, and passing through the gate wide enough to accommodate several ox carts abreast, the undead couldn’t help but utter exclamations of amazement.

“It’s a bit shabby…”

Indeed, reality did not live up to the reputation.

Muddy roads, low slopes, and pits filled with a mix of dung and mud everywhere.

There weren’t many houses by the road; most people lived in tents.

Passersby were distinctly divided into different classes.

The undead, who were filled with expectations when they entered the Leon Territory, were somewhat regretful.

Indeed, it was better than Persimmon Town, which completely resembled a refugee camp with a group of desperate end-of-the-world inhabitants using all sorts of tricks to gain advantages.

NPCs were repelling the undead, and the undead were likewise repelling these bottomless NPCs.

Regardless of how dirty I play, I too wish to make friends with upright people.

This is why Star Dragon Ridge could retain undead players and why Lind ranked among the top five in popularity within the player community.

In the top ten, first was Miss Miko, second was Miss Brittany, third…

and he was the only male NPC who could enter the top ten, enough to show Lind’s genuine value.

They thought that entering the Leon Territory would let them see the true Magic World, but they discovered they were mistaken.

The Magic World of the medieval age they imagined: chatting in taverns, playing cards, teaming up to grind monsters, then watching humorous dwarf performances, and flirting with beautiful NPCs.

The reality of the Medieval Magic World: Hunched over dying people, infectious diseases, mutated bodies, and a society where people were divided into classes.

People from a harmonious society could never accept being divided into classes; it was uncomfortable to watch, what era was this to still be playing feudalism.

So when they saw the interior of Leon City, their first thought was…

Star Dragon Ridge was a better fit after all.

Regardless, they had successfully joined the Leon Territory.

Milan had put in a lot of effort; she explained the situation of the undead in detail to the great Lord Leon and caught his high attention.

“We’ve transformed into patrol soldiers just like that?” Sweet Mushroom put on a set of leather armor, complete with a leather cap, feeling tearfully joyful about suddenly getting equipped.

The reaction among the surrounding undead was the same.

So this is what it feels like to join the Main City; too blissful, newbies getting equipped!

“Wait, what’s the reward for our patrol mission?”

60 Undead suddenly felt something was off.

Why was the gameplay still so vague?

Could it be that the game mode at Star Dragon Ridge hasn’t been updated yet?

But since there was a mission, they decided to go for it.

Spread out for patrol.

Sweet Mushroom suddenly saw a man in leather boots kicking someone.

A withered woman shielded a child underneath her with her body.

Those muddy leather boots stepped on the woman, leaving wet, stinking footprints on her already ragged cotton clothing.

Mission alert!

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Sweet Mushroom rushed over, realizing his shouting was in vain, he kicked out furiously, “I fuck your mom, are you fucking deaf?”

The man got up, said nothing, and ran away.

“Are you okay?” Sweet Mushroom looked at the woman, feeling a bit disheartened.

The woman didn’t dare to speak to him; she grabbed the child and scrambled to her feet, running away.

“Fuck, why is playing this game so damn frustrating!” Sweet Mushroom cursed inwardly.

The patrol continued.

The arrival of the Undead indeed improved the atmosphere of Leon Territory, and there were indeed fewer fights and brawls on the streets.

However, when the Undead gathered, another question arose.

“How long do we have to guard?”

“When are the missions issued?”

“When do we get our rewards?”

With this question, the Undead found the leader responsible for guarding the city.

“Working for Leon Territory is an obligation that comes with your protection!

So many people want to do this job but can’t, and you still want a reward?”

Getting food, having work, why still expect a reward?

This is already a tremendous favor.

The other side thought the Undead were being unreasonable.

The Undead likewise thought Leon Territory was unreasonable.

Not even giving us the chance to labor in cyberspace!

Looking at those celestial beings from Star Dragon Ridge, with just a broom, they could play Quidditch.

Meanwhile, we’re here acting like urban management.

Sweet Mushroom finished his shift.

He found it amusing, as an office worker, looking forward to putting on his helmet to play games and sleep after work—a two-in-one deal.

Who would have thought that once he put on the helmet, he would still be working.

Working was fine, the life of a wage earner is lowly anyway, but you could at least give a reward.

How is this different from my boss asking me to work overtime without overtime pay?

Both are for the good of the domain/company.

You must have a spirit of dedication.

If he wasn’t incapable of beating them, he would have flipped off every single NPC here long ago.

Fortunately, there was a shift change, and Sweet Mushroom could take a stroll around.

He guessed the game must have hidden storylines, thereby finding ways to get Magic Potion and level up.

After wandering around, Sweet Mushroom found that the division of classes within Leon City was very clear.

The outermost part was the lowest class, where people were no different from dung.

The middle class consisted of average residents, such as patrol Soldiers, merchants, and traders—all bustling about here, truly a bit of a Magic World feel, with people’s expressions more normal.

The innermost area was the private domain of Lord Leon, a place Sweet Mushroom was not allowed to enter.

“Bro, what’s inside?” He approached a Soldier, and since they all wore the same uniform, it wasn’t hard to strike up a conversation: “I’m new here, they won’t let me in.”

“Only those who earn the trust of Great Lord Leon can enter,” the Soldier boasted somewhat proudly, lifting his chin.

“That’s right, that’s right,” Sweet Mushroom rubbed his hands, “Could you talk to a brother?

I’ll treat you to a meal.”

“A meal?” The Soldier’s eyes lit up, “I do indeed know what’s inside, but the thing is this meal…”

“No big deal!” Sweet Mushroom patted his chest.

He didn’t have a penny to his name; he was just bluffing.

“Inside is Lord Leon’s private residence, but it’s not just that,” the Soldier pulled Sweet Mushroom aside, also laughing inwardly at how simple-minded he was.

This information that just about anyone knew, and yet he offered a meal for it.

“The dwellings of the 9 Lords are also inside, as well as the homes of 80 Knights, various shops like Magic Potion, Armor, Blacksmith, and so on, all serving Lord Leon.”

“So it’s inside!” Sweet Mushroom rejoiced silently.

“About that meal,” the Soldier leaned in closer, rubbing his hands.

“Next time, definitely next time!”

Thinking of how to sneak in, Sweet Mushroom trotted off, leaving the Soldier cursing alone in place.

…

“A new mission?” Long Live Sister Li pinched the Lion Badge, asking Loves White Silk beside her, “Shall we take it?”

[Mission: Strong unrest comes from the West.

It could be the call of the Great Rift Calamity or the strange sounds from the deep sea.

Escort a squad to investigate near Harbor Village in the West.

Avoid conflict, ensure the safety of the squad members, and identify the issue; Limited participants: 20; Reward: 10 Points]

A 10 Points reward, many Undead weren’t interested.

However, the mention of Harbor Village reminded some that it was one of the Newbie Villages, rumored to have already been taken over by NPCs from Leon Territory, just not yet moved to Leon Territory.

Could it be that a new siege warfare is about to begin?

But the mission description didn’t quite fit.

Then there was only one other possibility, there must be new plot developments, the mission description hinted at something big coming.

20 Undead quickly gathered, and to them, visiting Harbor Village seemed like fun.

I’m already decked out in Divine Equipment.

It’s not too much to show off in front of you, right?

And the “fragile” NPCs that needed the Undead’s protection also made their appearance.

Four individuals: ‘Frost Archer’ Lance, ‘Star Dragon Ridge Great Knight’ Reed, Leo, and ‘Mad Secret Emissary’ Renzo.

For some reason, observing this supposed fragile squad that required protection, the Undead felt a very strong and odd sensation.

Who is protecting whom?

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