Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Mutiny?
The Forgotten’s troops clashed with the Variant Demons on a flat stretch of land at the edge of Tirisfal. By the ti we arrived with Sylvanas and her Trusted Guards, the Variant Demons were long gone. All that could be seen were damaged weapons scattered across the ground and the corpses of the Forgotten—though they were already corpses, they now seed even more lifeless. Alright, I admit that I shouldn’t be making light of the situation in such a grave atmosphere.
Sylvanas walked forward with a furrowed brow, carefully turning over a shattered Skeleton Soldier’s corpse. The mont her fingers touched it, the bones, which seed unscathed on the surface, crumbled into a pile of fragnts.
They were as evenly sized as Diamond Strong Bone Granules.
Clearly, this took Sylvanas by surprise, and she couldn’t fathom what kind of attack could cause such an effect. This unfortunate Skeleton Soldier’s bones were not rely broken; the pulverization was incredibly even. By my estimate, the difference in diater among these granules wouldn’t be more than two milliters. Given enough ti, Sylvanas was confident she could craft the hardest diamond into an identical pile of fragnts, but to casually reduce a Skeleton Soldier to a pile of identical, millet-sized granules in the midst of battle—honestly, she had no such skill.
However, I did think of so attacks that could cause a similar effect, such as ultrasonic weapons or other energy oscillations. Surely such attacks would obliterate an enemy in an instant, yet they wouldn’t leave a Skeleton Soldier lying intact on the ground for hours until Sylvanas ca along to give it a poke, performing such a dull stunt for us.
If this couldn’t be explained from a scientific perspective, then what was left was the mysterious magic or so other energy. Unfortunately, in this regard, I was more clueless than Sandora.
It looked like we weren’t going to find any more clues on this Skeleton Soldier’s corpse, so we turned our attention to the surrounding environnt.
Judging by the weapons scattered around and the dramatic crisscrossing cracks on the ground, I… couldn’t figure out anything…
Don’t all the books say that the protagonist rely glances at the battlefield and can analyze critical information including the combatants’ nas, ages, genders, addresses, bad habits, family size, land ownership, temporary residency status, and so on? Why couldn’t I see anything?
Therefore, I’m convinced that all those protagonists who seem so incredibly capable upon arriving in another world—as if they’ve been seasoned veterans in Vietnam’s deep mountains for over a decade—are deceiving us.
“The battle ended in under two minutes.” Unlike my ignorance, Sylvanas, the genuinely seasoned Ranger General with rich experience, made such a definite conclusion after briefly analyzing the scene.
I imdiately showed huge interest in this miraculous skill, “How did you figure that out?”
Sylvanas pointed to the Little Ghost that had followed us, which was purportedly a survivor, “It told .”
…Then why pretend to analyze for so long!
Alright, let’s put that question aside. The worriso issue now is: how did these demons beco so powerful?
I acknowledge that Variant Demons are much stronger than regular demons, and compared to Azeroth’s mortals, they’re like superheroes with their underpants worn outside their clothes. But could five hundred well-trained Undead Soldiers really last less than two minutes against thirty Variant Demons?
To be frank, I’m aware that a hundred Undead Soldiers facing thirty Variant Demons would inevitably be annihilated. Even doubling their numbers would probably not help. According to the intelligence provided by Jaina, dealing with one Variant Demon would require dozens to a hundred well-trained soldiers. It’s indeed improbable for five hundred Undead Warriors to defeat thirty Variant Demons. However, being wiped out within two minutes—that’s just too tragic a defeat.
“Are those Variant Demons really that powerful?”
Without showing any reaction, Sylvanas dismissed the Soldiers following us and then whispered to , “In fact, they have beco even more powerful now—I suspect their technique for enhancing themselves has gradually matured.” I hesitated for a mont before finally making up my mind and continued, “Moreover, I’m afraid I have even worse news to tell you.”
A flash of red light flickered in Sylvanas’s eyes, revealing a puzzled look.
“We might have a batch of rebels who have joined the ranks of the Burning Legion.”
Sylvanas didn’t react imdiately, “Rebels? Whose?”
I awkwardly touched my nose and said, “Ours.”
Sylvanas imdiately looked at with a face full of horror.
I knew that disclosing this matter to her now was a bit premature, but the technology of the Variant Demons had already shown clear progress, and it might not be long before Fallen Apostles arrived in this world. The combat style of the Xyrin Apostles was simply too different from that of the natives of this world, and when the ti ca, the leaders of various races would likely imdiately see a connection between these unreasonably powerful enemies and the “Divine Envoys,” which would undoubtedly cause imnse intangible damage to the morale of our Alliance Army. Rather than waiting for such irreparable consequences to arise, it would be better to administer a preventive shot now.
“Don’t look at like that, even Heavenly Gods can be sneaky, cunning, and unreliable. Can’t we have so internal conflicts among our people? Sargeras ended up becoming the big boss of the demons, after all.”
“I understand,” Sylvanas, truly deserving of her role as a leader, quickly regained her composure in the face of this shocking news, “but this is quite shocking. Facing a group of demons is one thing, but now we also have to contend with a group of gods…”
“Don’t worry, when the ti cos, we’ll handle those Fallen Apostles. The reason I’m telling you this now…”
“I get it.” Before I could finish, Sylvanas imdiately nodded in understanding.
Indeed, the mind of a king really does work wonders. If this were on , I’d probably take half a day just to grasp what the other person was explaining—this surely isn’t sothing to be proud of, right?
Looking around at the disarray of the battlefield, Sylvanas’s brow furrowed, “The demons have now vanished without a trace. Our ordinary soldiers are no match for those demons lurking in the shadows unless they gather in large numbers. Do we have to call back all the external soldiers from Dark City?”
I could see the frustration on Sylvanas’s face; it was all too normal. Having a large army under her command, yet being forced by less than thirty enemies to retreat, would be intolerable for anyone. But Dark City’s power was currently too weak, and Sylvanas certainly didn’t want to let her precious soldiers die in senseless assassinations.
Just as Sylvanas was bottling up her frustration, a sudden sense of crisis washed over .
Almost simultaneously, Anwina, her body surging with Holy Light, also rushed over to our side, her enormous wings unfolding instantly to shield us.
“What’s going on?” Sylvanas quickly readied herself for battle and asked in a deep voice.
“I’m afraid your soldiers don’t plan to answer you now…”
I shook my head with a wry smile, pointing to the Undead Soldiers gathering around us. They were all trusted guards brought by Sylvanas, but now, these fighters, who deeply trusted their queen, had a strange dark red glow in their eyes, holding their weapons and steadily advancing toward us.
“Master…” Anwina looked very uneasy, and although she had considerable power, she was essentially a little maid whose life’s ultimate goal was to beco the “World’s Number One Maid” (once again, this life goal is just too strange). No wonder the girl was so nervous facing over a hundred fierce Undead Soldiers.
Having her most trusted soldiers suddenly betray her, Sylvanas obviously found it hard to believe. She gripped her longbow tightly and then asked coldly, “Modir, I need an explanation.”
“They can’t give you one,” I tugged at the shining Anwina in midair, bringing the highly tense Little Ghost down, then moved my joints around, “because they are now slaves of the Abyss.”
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