Chapter 269: Self-Developed Plot
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the chaotic crowd, a Gno swordsman and a Gno assassin were having a death duel.
Dragonborn tried his best to regulate his breathing. He couldn’t feel pain, but his five senses were extrely acute.
It could be the result of the ga’s coding.
Whatever the reason, Dragonborn enjoyed this combat that allowed him to use his strength and the freedom of unrestrained fighting.
The wrestling techniques that he had learned could be applied in the ga. Even his self-motivation thod was effective in increasing his combat power.
His opponent was BurningChestHair. Dragonborn had stabbed BurningChestHair many tis, but BurningChestHair didn’t suffer any wounds due to his superior equipnt.
A fighter with good skills was always welcod everywhere.
The surrounding gars cheered them on.
There was no feud between BurningChestHair and Dragonborn. It was just a common “Race for the flag” competition.
The gars had agreed to et the NPC Apple at eight in the morning. They were to set off at Winterfell’s Eastern Gate and help the Orcs regain their holand.
How could the gars arrive at eight in the morning when there was such an exciting mission?
When it was just six in the morning, the gars started appearing at the Eastern Gate, chatting while waiting for the rest.
As ti passed, there were more gars...
“Selling Winterfell T1 level equipnt! Various kinds of green and blue equipnt. Purple equipnt has to be pre-ordered!”
“Buying Magic Stones! Buying Magic Stones with Renminbi! I’ll take all!”
“Is anyone lacking a team mber? I want to participate in this mission, but I have no team!”
“Dragon Raja is recruiting mbers for five of its teams! There are only 30 mbers in each team! Make haste if you are participating in Apple’s mission! Join the Guild before joining the team. We’re giving out equipnt, Magic Stones, and a Renminbi monthly salary! The Guild chairman is a rich gar!”
“Anyone ga for ‘Race for the flag’? Only 100 coins for each round!”
“Selling exquisite salted fish that can increase your defensive power! Selling bloody chrysanthemum tea that is the sa type used by Sherlie! Selling Gno Tuxedo! Co and take a look!”
Similar shouts were heard everywhere.
It was only seven in the morning.
Tinyatball narrowed his eyes and yawned. He was awoken by his assistant Cherry.
Cherry woke him up because a group of creatures with green words above their heads had gathered at the Eastern Gate—a thousand of them.
Tinyatball perked up. What was that? Was Eternal Kingdom attacking Winterfell? Impossible. Eternal Kingdom and Winterfell had close diplomatic relations. Sherlock and his servants even saved Winterfell a while back.
Tinyatball woke up and followed the Garrison Guards to the location.
He gazed at the scene.
The gars were jumping around, singing, trading goods, and fighting.
“I was an intern for two and a half years...”
So of them made funny gestures at the Garrison Guards, and they were imdiately arrested and hanged without a trial.
The creatures didn’t even attempt to save their comrades. Instead, they clapped and cheered.
Tinyatball gasped in astonishnt.
Though he was taken aback, he had to maintain order. After asking around, he understood why they were gathered at the Eastern Gate.
A group of Orcs whose holand had been occupied by Ogres ca to Winterfell to seek help. The servants of Eternal Kingdom were going to be their saviors.
The Garrison Guards weren’t against good deeds, but the creatures were blocking the Eastern Entrance, chatting, trading goods, and fighting!
As they were servants of Eternal Kingdom, Tinyatball didn’t dare intervene as long as they didn’t create trouble in Winterfell.
Tinyatball encountered the village Orcs, who were led by Apple.
Apple was surprised when he saw the scene. He thought there were at most 100 to 200 warriors, but there were a thousand!
Apple’s eyes were welling with tears. His holand was saved!
That was what he thought.
...
In the Dungeon Lord Main Hall of Eternal Kingdom.
“Aiya, why are you such a novice? Dead again. I told you to hide here and there. Don’t be greedy to do damage at such a critical point of ti.
“Ti to take a potion! Make haste!
“Mana Skills. Use your Mana skills.
“Use the blade. Stop forging. It’s getting critical!
“No, I can’t bear to watch anymore.”
Sherlock threw the ga character Sekiro aside on the computer screen. He stood up, grabbed Eggface’s wings, and threw him out.
When Eggface fell to the ground, Sherlock discovered a strange sight. There were no gars in Eternal Kingdom.
To be precise, there were very few gars.
It used to be rowdy outside the Dungeon Lord Main Hall at all tis. The gars would be prepping their equipnt, reviving their companions or exchanging items, dueling, trading goods, or recruiting Guild mbers.
Sherlock had never seen so few gars.
“What ti is it?” Sherlock asked instinctively.
“Eight-thirty,” Eggface, who had been thrown on the ground, replied. Eggface was bewildered and asked curiously, “Why aren’t there any gars helping bathe?”
Eight-thirty? According to logic, the gars should have been getting online.
“Why are there so few gars?” Sherlock frowned.
Bru replied to Sherlock diligently, “Lord Sherlock, the gars are doing a mission!”
“What mission? Did you assign it to them?”
“No, it was the mission from those Orcs yesterday. They developed the Plot,” Bru said.
“Self-developed Plot? You’re saying that the gars are following that Orc, Apple, to save his holand?”
Sherlock frowned and pondered before he returned to the Main Hall.
“Forget it, let complete my ga first.”
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