Chapter 119: Wagner on the verge of collapse
Before Yang Qiu returned to Earth, Wagner was still asking his soldiers to put their fingerprints on the contract.
Mia hurried out of the hall and was a little surprised to find that there were more and more undead in the town hall courtyard.
In Westham, she was considered a "veteran" of the "Tarantan system"...Except for Mr. Rex, Hal and others, she was the one who was most familiar with and understood these Tarantan undead.
From Mia's perspective, the Tarantan undead are not only not hideous, but also make her feel at ease.
They are the fairest creatures Mia has ever seen. Even if she just asks them to help mend clothes, they will be paid with candy. They are also the most just and fair creatures Mia has ever seen. Her colleagues can stand confidently in the sun again because they have destroyed the old order of Westram.
"The last time the undead appeared here in large numbers was when they captured Mr. Pete and his men. Have the enemies come to Westham again?" Mia smiled friendly at the undead who were "looking" at her, thinking so in her heart.
She was not afraid of these undead at all, she firmly believed that they were fighting to protect civilians like her.
"The NPCs in our Exile Town are really considerate. Unlike the NPCs here, they are cold and indifferent and never look happy." The players also waved at Mia with a smile.
During the second expedition, players confirmed that human civilian NPCs would not issue quests (many players angrily criticized the quest announcements at the time for being fake), so no one bothered Mia and the other male and female clerks who were shown as civilians under the identification technique...
Mia seemed to gain strength from the friendly response of the undead. After leaving the town hall, she lifted her skirt and strode towards the main street in the town.
After finishing their work with the militia, Hal and his brothers returned to their posts on the main street in the town. As all the undead had suddenly run away, they got together to chat out of boredom.
Seeing Mia coming hurriedly, Hal stood up and glared at her, then made up an excuse to come out of the hypermarket under renovation, pulled Mia aside and asked, "What did Yang say?"
"Mr. Lord said that there is no need to announce the man's crimes. We can just arrest him on the pretext that he was reported for an old matter." Mia said firmly.
"Okay, let's go catch him." Hal nodded, turned around and prepared to greet his brothers, but suddenly thought of something, turned back, and sternly warned Mia, "Don't tell anyone that I discovered this, understand?"
"It's about the lady's reputation, so I won't tell anyone." Mia promised quickly, and then said puzzledly: "Mr. Hal, you discovered the secret illegal behavior, isn't that a great thing? How come——"
"Shut up, ugly guy, and stop meddling in other people's business!" Hal suddenly became ferocious.
Mia quickly covered her mouth.
Hal glared at Mia threateningly again, then turned and left.
Mia patted her chest in fear ... Howl was really scary!
"Hal, what's going on?"
Hal was quite relaxed when he left, but when he came back he looked fierce, and Tuttle's expression suddenly became serious.
"Nothing. Yang asked that ugly bastard to tell us to go and catch someone." Hal said impatiently, "That bastard is really insane when it comes to ordering us around."
Tuttle said "Oh" and said indifferently: "I have nothing to do anyway, let's go for a walk."
"It's just a minor character. There's no need to go." Hal waved his hands irritably, "Jerome, come with me."
Tuttle didn't think much about it and sat back down... There were a lot of tools scattered on the construction site they were in charge of, so someone really needed to keep an eye on it.
Hal led Jerome to two renovation sites along the street and found the target.
Jerome was still confused and hadn't reacted when he saw Hal suddenly roll up his sleeves and rush into the crowd of people working. He grabbed a thin male townsman by the shoulder, threw him to the ground, and kicked him...
The townspeople who were doing the plastering, wall pasting and tile repair were all stunned.
The clerk in charge of the construction site was also stunned. He only realized what was happening when he saw Hal kick the poor, skinny man so hard that he huddled into a ball. He ran over in a panic, "What happened? Mr. Maxwell?"
"This guy is guilty, I'm here to arrest him!" Hal raised his hand to stop the clerk from approaching, and kicked him hard before stopping. He bent down and grabbed the thin man by the collar, lifted him up like a chicken, and held him high for all the townspeople to see. "Everyone, look carefully, this bastard is Jesse Terromus, right? I didn't arrest the wrong person, did I?"
"It's Jesse." A town resident who seemed to be a relative said in shock and fear, "Sir, what did he do wrong?"
Hal showed his villain character, staring fiercely at Jesse who was lifted up and shouting: "You are guilty, bastard! Do you want me to help you speak, or do you want to tell the truth yourself?!"
Jesse was lifted up by the collar with his feet off the ground. He couldn't breathe smoothly and his face turned red. Of course, he couldn't utter a word...
"You still dare to be stubborn when you are about to die!" Hal shook Jesse twice angrily, causing his eyes to roll back. Even his relatives regretted saying anything...
The clerk, with a question mark on his forehead, was about to ask, but he saw Hal lift Jesse up high again and turn him around to show the townspeople: "Look at the character of this bastard, I see it all clearly! If you dare to do something bad, you can continue, but be careful not to be discovered! If you are discovered, you will not have a good ending in my hands!"
The clerk kept his mouth shut.
Hal is the worst-tempered and most violent member of the "Tarantan family". Since Hal clearly does not want to announce this man's crimes, there is no need for the clerk to say too much.
The townspeople were extremely curious about what Jesse had done, but a villain like Hal didn't look like someone who could pry into the matter... Everyone looked at each other and no one dared to speak.
Hal did not stop at the demonstration at this construction site. He continued to carry the unfortunate Jesse, whose face was beginning to turn pale, and ran around all the construction sites along the main avenue in the town. As soon as he stepped into the construction site, he shouted that Jesse Terromus had been found out for his crime and was going to be locked up in the militia, so that the townspeople would take it as a warning.
Jerome ran behind with a confused look on his face the whole time, not understanding what Hal was doing crazy.
After running down the street, Hal threw the dying Jesse to Jerome with disgust: "Take him to the militia and let Pansy teach this guy a lesson. "
"Uh...Hal, what did this guy do?" Jerome asked with courage.
"How should I know? If you want to know, go ask Yang!" Hal glared.
Without saying a word, Jerome took Jesse under his arm and ran away.
"Nosy!" Hal pouted and walked back with a swagger.
When he passed by a construction site, a woman wearing a linen apron and with mud on her hands and body looked at him eagerly, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.
Hal seemed not to see her and strode past with a scoundrel look on his face, saying "No strangers allowed".
After Hal walked a long way away, the woman lowered her head and bowed slightly.
People at construction sites everywhere were whispering about Jesse Taroms. In the eyes of the townspeople, Jesse was an inconspicuous, taciturn, honest person. Everyone was wondering what kind of trouble such an honest Jesse could get into.
Not long after, a large number of undead carrying swords and making a lot of noise passed through the main road of the town, which quickly diverted the attention of the townspeople. Everyone soon forgot about the inconspicuous Jesse and speculated about what big thing these undead were going to do...
Wagner Pete was unaware of the incident on Town Avenue.
After getting the Azalea Badge and finding that he could understand the language of the undead, he tried to organize the undead into groups and set them off like a proper march; while in the town, the undead managed to keep their formation, but once they left the town gate, they let go and ran all over the mountains and plains...
Wagner led his soldiers, looked expressionlessly at the undead running everywhere, and raised his hand to his forehead.
"Let go, let go."
Two undeads came from behind, brazenly passing through the soldiers who were maintaining their formation, chatting as they ran: "I have to log off at a certain time, can you help keep an eye on me?"
"What are you doing?"
"Go take roll call. There have been too many skippers this semester..."
Wagner silently looked at the two undead souls that passed between them.
In the less than half an hour since he was able to understand the language of the undead, he had heard the undead mention the word "offline" several times.
Although he knew that his curiosity about the dark creatures could easily lead him into trouble, he still couldn't help but wonder what "going offline" meant - especially since the conversations of these undead always revealed that they seemed to have another form of life after "going offline".
Could it be that these undead spirits were living like ordinary creatures in some unknown demonic world when they were not summoned by Yang to the material world?
Could it be that this unknown demon world is a world that belongs only to the undead, with various laws and orders like the material world?
Wagner felt a dull pain in the nerves on his forehead...
He was too curious, but was afraid that knowing too much would put him in danger - not everyone could escape unscathed from the knowledge of the demon world related to chaos!
Wagner had heard of people going crazy just by knowing the real name of a demon god!
"This is a test." Wagner said to himself in his heart, and decided to ignore the incomprehensible words and deeds of these undead and just do his own thing - bring the undead to the lakeside village, launch an attack, try to capture members of the mercenary group alive, and strive for freedom for his soldiers as much as possible.
Wagner was not worried about whether he could defeat the enemy...
Given the immortality of these undead, not to mention the mercenary group, even those Kenyan knights who are now stationed in the city of Innadri and showing off their might will not be able to escape from them - humans will get tired, but undead will not!
Just as Wagner was secretly counting his luck... one of the two undead who were jogging together in front of him suddenly separated.
The skeletons were scattered all over the ground, and the fish scale armor, steel knives, waist bags, backpacks and other things made the scattered bones rattle.
Wagner:"??"
Soldiers: “???”
"Damn it? His helmet was taken off again?" The companion of the scattered undead seemed to be used to it. He muttered something and squatted down... to collect the scattered bones.
Wagner, who was less than twenty meters behind the two undead, had a dazed look on his face.
What on earth is going on?
Aren't the dead immortal? He had experienced it himself!
He once thought that Yang had countless undead armies, but later he heard from Mr. Lowell himself that Yang only had more than 300 undead... The ones who repeatedly tortured him and his soldiers were actually the same group of undead.
What does it mean to have the helmet removed? The scattered undead were not wearing helmets at all? !
Wagner was just doubting his life when he saw the bones scattered on the ground suddenly move on their own. The tiny finger bones formed a palm, and the slender arm bones floated to the palm joint. In just a few seconds, they reassembled into a moving and talking skeleton...
"My stupid roommate took off my helmet again!" The undead who had combined into a human form cursed while picking up clothes and equipment on the ground and putting them on. "It's none of his business whether I'm late or not. This idiot is just jealous that I have a number and he doesn't! Damn it, this guy doesn't even think about who laughed at me for paying the IQ tax!"
"Just move out of the dormitory. It's good enough that you just take off your helmet. If they steal your helmet and smash it, you won't even have a place to cry." said the companion of the undead.
"I've agreed to rent a house with someone, and we'll move in next month." The undead, who had fallen apart once, put on his backpack and continued to trot on the road with his companions. "The senior who wants to rent a house with me wants to start his own media, so he asked me to record videos in the game as material. If it becomes popular, the profits will be split in half..."
"Hey, you want to be a streamer like Vanilla? Then why don't you edit the videos yourself, but collaborate with others?"
"Hey, I spend my days in class and playing games, so I don't have the time to edit videos. If I don't use up the 12-hour login limit, I'll lose a lot of money..."
Wagner stared silently at the two undead ghosts running away for a while, took off the azalea badge on his chest and put it into his waist bag.
He couldn't continue listening to these guys' conversation, or he would be drawn into it.
Lakeside Village is geographically remote, more than 20 kilometers away from the town, and more than half of the road is mountainous.
This journey would take at least a day for an ordinary person, and it wouldn't take that long for a well-trained city defense soldier...Heavy cavalry requires a lot of physical strength. They only brought one day's supplies when they set out, and they didn't wear heavy armor. All of them were lightly equipped. It was just getting dark when Wagner and others arrived at the scheduled gathering place - the woods north of Horseshoe Lake.
After arriving at the place... Wagner didn't even have time to catch his breath before he felt the nerves on his forehead aching again... None of the undead who had left them behind long ago and ran away without even their shadows were there!
There was not even a shadow of an undead soul to be seen inside or outside the vast wild forest!
"These undead bastards - what good are they doing with their strong arms? Do they really know how to follow orders? Can they really accept being dominated?!" Wagner cursed in his heart.
On the surface, Wagner could not show any sign of wavering. He calmly ordered the soldiers to clean up the temporary camp and prepare dinner...
As the sky gradually darkened, Wagner was taking the lead in chewing dry food (actually just instant luncheon meat that was about to expire) with a rage in his heart, when he suddenly heard a series of "crunching" sounds.
I looked up in surprise... and found that the late-arriving undead were swaggering into the woods at the gathering point.
These undead still have no formation at all, and are so scattered and disorderly that any commander could explode on the spot...but this is not the most terrifying thing.
The most terrifying thing is that these undead spirits came from the south of the woods.
Going south from the woods is Horseshoe Lake, and on the shore of Horseshoe Lake is Lakeside Village.
In other words... these bastards who only gathered now came from the direction of Lakeside Village.
Wagner swallowed the dry food in his mouth with great effort, and took out the azalea badge with his slightly trembling hands...
"This village is so poor, it feels almost like the natives in African documentaries."
"Yes, we made a round wall out of mud and covered it with thatch to make home. From a distance, I thought it was a straw stack in my hometown."
"It's very easy to tell which are the enemies and which are the friendly forces. Anyone with flesh on their face is an enemy."
"It's strange that red-named monsters won't attack people unless it's time for a fight."
"I think it's because we have so many people. At the beginning, I saw that all the weapons of the red-named monsters were drawn..."
Wagner listened to the reckless conversation of these undeads to such an extent that it was enough to make him vomit blood even if he didn't think about it carefully - these bastards actually went to the lakeside village to stroll around and planned to attack at night! !
Gods, why are they traveling so fast and lightly?
Wagner swallowed the blood that welled up in his throat with great difficulty. He could not collapse. No matter what, he had to try his best to fight for the freedom of his soldiers...
The players entered the woods in a noisy manner and saw these friendly NPCs squatting on the spot and eating dry food. They were all very dissatisfied:
"It's bad enough that you're so slow on the road, but you still have to eat before the battle starts?"
"Are these NPCs here to be helpers or just a burden?"
Wagner couldn't hold it in and spat out a mouthful of blood.
