Human emotions do not resonate with one another, and when the battlefield black sheep was so desperate that it considered leaving a suicide note as a warning to friends, Li Changhe and the others were cheerily sorting through their loot.
After all, the battlefield black sheep wasn’t human to begin with...
The team had already obtained quite a number of dals, and excluding the ones they had used, there were still eight left.
This pace was even faster than a lucky box with fate on its side. However, considering that He Feng managed to maintain that battlefield while collecting dals,
Li Changhe really had to admire him.
"If we have extra dals, we can use so," Li Changhe said. "These are all extra rewards, my wife pinched one, and a Skill Learning Card ca out."
"We could also save so to trade with players who need them in Hundred Generals City," Big Iron Pestle suggested. "After all, it’s all about luck with these. If we end up with useless gear, it wouldn’t be worth much."
"It’s different," Wuji said, taking out two dals, one from a twisted monster and the other from a Shadow Demon.
The Shadow Demon’s dal bore complex patterns and was engraved with a mark resembling the Shadow Demon itself.
"These dals from players are bound to be the most sought after," Wuji said. "Compared to those ordinary native monsters, players’ skills and equipnt are a whole level higher. In fact, if we can obtain enough dals, we can satisfy the requirents to enter the city, and we could crush the players’ dals ahead of ti instead of trading with others."
"Exactly, in this task, other players are all rivals. Aside from your own friends, you trade with others, they get stronger, and in the end, it’s you who loses out," Li Changhe nodded. "Our next course of action is clear then. We collect the elite wild monster dals as ’tickets’ to enter Hundred Generals City, and keep the players’ dals to strengthen ourselves."
"We now have two player dals and six wild monster dals. After collecting six more wild monster dals, we can freely use the player dals," Wuji said. "From this point, General, being targeted has turned into our source of player dals."
"Indeed, it’s a blessing in disguise," Li Changhe nodded slightly.
Wuji then asked, "What about those Different Race players next? Since they all ca to kill you and Yang Dong, we shouldn’t let them return, right? By the way, why did they mistake you for Yang Dong?"
Wuji still didn’t understand how the Sea Clan got it wrong, as they were clearly after Great Wall Yang Dong but bumped into Li Changhe instead.
"Who knows... maybe they’re just stupid," Li Changhe said, spreading his hands, then continued, "As for those Different Race players, since they’ve co... let’s not let them leave."
Li Changhe had very strong tracking abilities, and under the gaze of his Magic Eye, the first apostle and his group had no chance of escaping. Even the slightest trace they left behind would be tracked to the death.
Li Changhe was not the kind of person who repaid evil with kindness. Those who wanted to kill him and Brother Dong would naturally be killed by him.
To put it plainly, since they’re here, let them beco King’s dals.
Thinking this, Li Changhe reached out and tapped Black Sheep’s head, asking, "Among those Different Race players, are there any good-looking non-human creatures?"
Black Sheep’s heart lurched inexplicably.
Fuck, that’s right!
Li Ba was planning to turn the Different Race players into mounts, and if he found better ones... wouldn’t that an...
"They are all terrible to ride, General!" Black Sheep shouted, full of panic in his voice.
....
On the other side, tens of kiloters away in an abandoned camp, the severely injured First Apostle was laid to rest.
Even with many healing potions used, his condition remained dire.
His left arm and left leg had been blown off at the root, and his ribs were fractured in multiple places. His internal organs were severely damaged as well.
At that mont, he was struggling to breathe and undergoing treatnt.
And providing the treatnt was his compatriot, the Fourth Apostle of Lord Hai Jun.
Previously, it was he who had rescued the First Apostle from being pursued by Wuji and had brought him here.
"So you’re saying..." The giant rat that was feasting on the corpse of a Land Walking Bird not far off swallowed a chunk of flesh before speaking, "you didn’t find Yang Dong of the Great Wall, but instead... Li Ba, the Crownless King?"
"No, he is indeed the Yang Dong we were looking for. It has to be him!" the First Apostle said with difficulty, "A human player with blue flas, who has a grudge against Lord Hai Jun. There’s no one else but him. I just don’t know... why Lord Hai Jun and the Queen refer to him as Yang Dong... But the man we must kill... is definitely him!"
"Hmph, that’s your Sea Clan’s business," the giant rat said mockingly as it looked at the injured First Apostle, its crimson eyes full of derision, "The bounty we received is for Yang Dong of the Great Wall, not for Li Ba."
"Do you wish to give up? Our Sea Clan can increase the bounty, change the target. Give up on Yang Dong of the Great Wall, and kill Li Ba instead," said the Fourth Apostle in a heavy voice.
"Don’t make laugh, rmaid!" A face erged on a large tree just outside the abandoned camp and spoke, "Li Ba’s abilities are extrely troubleso; no player would willingly move against him. Furthermore, you four confronted Li Ba, yet only you managed to escape. Even with us four, there would be no change in the outco. We joined your plan for the resources and bounty, not to throw our lives away."
"Agreed," a female voice ca from the branches of the tree; it was a pitch-black bat hanging upside down on the trunk of the great tree. Now speaking, she said, "A month ago, there might have been players willing to try. But ever since Li Ba sared a divine creature onto the Great Wall, no player wants to touch him."
"Hehehe, what a bunch of cowards... Are you all really... that afraid of Li Ba?" Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice echoed from the ruins.
Despite only five players being present, a sixth voice erged!
A figure had unceremoniously appeared in the camp’s corner, unnoticed by all the players!
In that instant, both the Fourth Apostle and the giant rat entered a battle-ready state.
However, the person emitted a chillingly sinister laugh, "The Crownless King... If I were to kill the Crownless King, what reward would you give ?"
The speaker was a human with white skin and a bald head, draped in a pitch-black cloak. Beneath the cloak was an exceptionally thin body.
Seeing that bald head, the First Apostle’s expression shifted subtly, but then cald.
Because he had recognized the identity of this individual.
"Even if you’re a hero among humans, could you bring yourself to do it?" the First Apostle said darkly, steadying himself, "Voldemort..."
What Voldemort responded with was a smile that sent shivers down one’s spine.
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