Volume 9: Follower Chapter 6 A Person of Benefit to the People
After successfully committing a shocking theft in the holy city of Freschitte and stealing the personal equipment of Miss Evelina, the young high priestess of the Lumbree Temple, one of the famous heroes of the Continental Alliance - the "High Priest's Secret Treasure" - the extraordinary international thief Red Wolf traveled through time and space twice and came to Falvi for travel and adventure. The city of Chamela was the end of his previous journey.
When he could no longer bear the longing for this continent and came to Chamela City again, he did not realize that some things had changed dramatically:
"Hey, I can really join the alliance's guild, how interesting..." As soon as the red wolf in night clothes "went online" (note: the language of the space traveler, which means successfully descending to the plane, like "player" and NPC, it is a strange word, the same below), he received a magic message of successfully joining the guild through the magic notebook. He looked up at the long and honorless guild name and said with surprise, but he didn't realize that he stood out in the crowd and became very eye-catching. More and more citizens of the empire with red names noticed his existence and approached him one by one with bad intentions...
"Crack!" With a crisp sound, a white bone cage fell on the Red Wolf's head, trapping him in the middle. Before our thief master could react to the attack that came out of nowhere, countless attack magic and sharp weapons penetrated through the gaps in the bone cage, filling up this originally very narrow magic cage.
"This guy is so brave. He dares to show up in the city openly even though his name is so famous!" A sentimental demon warrior said with admiration while swinging the mace in his hand vigorously.
"He's a guild member, he won't come back to cause trouble for us..." A cautious Dark Elf Shadow Follower hesitantly reminded the people around him - I mean, his words were very hesitant, but his hands were very clean and neat, and a dark storm was thrown towards the Dark Elf assassin in the cage.
"What a messed up shitty guild, I've never heard of it. What kind of trouble can such a rubbish guild cause? I'll get a bunch of people to tear down its home!" A female troll magician shouted righteously, with the guild mark of "Fang of Longing" on her head - this well-known name belonged to the second largest guild in the Doomsday Empire.
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This was probably the most glorious time in Red Wolf's life - he had never been the focus of so many people's attention. However, the time he was the focus of attention was a little short. After about two or three seconds, his body was turned into a pile of dark elf meat paste, and his soul flew away immediately.
Until he was torn to pieces, the dark elf assassin Red Wolf realized what had happened: when he successfully joined the Alliance Guild, he also automatically broke away from the jurisdiction of the Doomsday Empire and joined the Alliance camp without hesitation. Now, he has become a glorious Continental Alliance resistance fighter, and the first warrior of the Continental Alliance to sneak so deeply into the enemy's military stronghold. This is a great honor that he could never dream of - or if he really dreamed of it, it should be a very terrible nightmare...
What made Red Wolf despair was that his nightmare did not end with the end of this life. When he turned into a dead and weak soul and looked at the surrounding environment with the eyes of a dead person, he was surprised to find that he was in a warrior cemetery of a doomsday empire, and this damn cemetery was built in the center of the town of Chamela. This meant that even if he wanted to revive directly in the cemetery as a soul, he could only appear in the enemy castle guarded by heavy soldiers - in contrast, his body was closer to the city gate, and his chances of escaping were correspondingly greater.
This embarrassing phenomenon is entirely caused by the poor and stupid design art and architectural aesthetics of the mob in the Blighted Land. Just think about it, how stupid would one be to build a cemetery with the most valuable and expensive land in the center of the city? The smart city managers of the Continental Alliance have already filled this place with all kinds of commercial shops that can earn high profits. Why don't these filthy and smelly guys use their clumsy and stupid brains? Don't they know that the rotting corpses will emit a bad odor, which is very detrimental to the maintenance of the city's appearance and environmental sanitation, and will also cause a series of plague disasters?
Well... Of course, they probably don't care about this. Those undead with rotten muscles and bare bones running around in their city don't seem to have caused any plague. To them, the so-called "cemetery" is actually something similar to an apartment.
With no other choice, Red Wolf could only risk his life to resurrect again and again at the place where he died, and use the legendary method of "dragging corpses" to move towards the city gate. His heroic feat immediately shocked the whole city, and men, women, and children from the entire Chamela City rushed to the streets, using all kinds of powerful magic and martial arts to see him off. Under such intensive pursuit, Red Wolf's proud "stealth" skill could not be used at all - before he disappeared from the crowd's sight, a magic mark would immediately be firmly planted on his head, making him nowhere to hide.
The experience of dying and coming back to life again and again almost made this poor guy numb to death. In this cycle of death and life, Red Wolf, a stalker and thief who walked in the dark all his life, finally realized a precious truth of life: sooner or later, everyone will die!
Without him continuing to tell us the rest, we all know clearly: this man, perhaps the most unlucky man since the creation of the world by the gods, was chased from the center of the city to the prairie with his bare bottom, and he himself could not count the number of times he was killed. If it were not for the momentary negligence of the group of pursuers, which gave him a chance to hide and escape, we do not know how many of being killed, hid behind the rocks beside the Pride Mountain Road in fear, fearing that he would be surrounded and hacked by a group of ruthless madmen as soon as he showed his head.
Fortunately, we had a few trophies from defeating enemies during our adventures. Foxiao and I flipped through the trophies and finally gathered a set of low-level equipment of level 15 or 16 for Red Wolf, so that he could replace the old equipment that was already in tatters. The bearded priest, I am your father, naturally praised the swordsman Foxiao for his generous and generous character towards his friends, completely ignoring the fact that the equipment I brought out was larger in number and higher in level. As a poor person waiting for the selfless help of "the generous boss Foxiao", Red Wolf naturally rolled his eyes at this bearded priest who was full of tricks and skillfully used various flattery skills, which immediately earned him a bad reputation as an "ungrateful wolf".
The road back to Freshit City - of course, for Red Wolf, it was the road to "go back" to Freshit City - was peaceful and safe. The wild beasts and monsters scattered along the way were mostly only about level 40. Even the priest I am your father, who had learned how to use high-level attack skills, had sufficient self-protection ability when facing them. Not long after, we once again stepped into the oak forest of the Oney Mountains surrounding the Holy City. In front of us, the holy white walls of the Holy City were already in sight.
I like the feeling of walking through the woods. Countless fallen leaves pile up on the fertile land to form a soft yellow-brown carpet. It is quiet and soothing to step on it, as if you relax your whole body. The sun cannot penetrate the dense branches, and the shadows cover the road in the woods, which only makes people feel cool, but not gloomy at all. After a long and tiring journey, being able to enjoy such a quiet and peaceful journey home is simply a gift from the Supreme God.
Foxiao walked in the front, and I, your father, followed closely behind him, nodding and bowing, showing his flattery skills in every possible way, expressing his admiration for Foxiao, the new boss. I walked behind them, not intending to join in this boring farce of flattery. Red Wolf followed closely behind me. Since leaving the city of Chamela, where he had been killed countless times, this guy seemed to have a very strong fear of death in his heart. When he had nothing to do, he would use his stealth skills to hide and follow us quietly, as if others would kill him if they looked at him for a second longer.
The exit of this forest path was not far ahead, and the guards at the Freschitte city gate were already vaguely visible. This journey, which was not at all dangerous, was about to come to an end.
"Red Wolf, hurry up, we're about to..." Remembering that the dark elf assassin following behind me had only been here once, I turned around and wanted to kindly remind him.
"Shua!", "Puff!", "Thump!", "Dang!", "Aiya!", "Oh!", "Ah..." A dying scream followed by a series of noisy sounds came towards me, and I happened to witness a tragedy with my own eyes:
A dwarf berserker named "Wo Hehe" was holding two chain hammers full of nails, swinging them in two dangerous arcs, violently hitting the red wolf's head. Next to him, an elven female swordsman named "Fia" was holding a sharp rapier, viciously stabbing the red wolf's butt. Not far away, a fire dwarf magician "Fenglin Daosheng" was emitting raging flames from his hands. The blazing magic flames were like the teeth of a giant beast, biting the dark elf's body mercilessly.
The three strange travelers who suddenly appeared were not very high in level. The highest-level dwarf berserker "I Hehe" was only level 41, the female elf Fia had just changed her job, and Fenglin Daosheng was only level 38, and had not yet changed her job to a mage specializing in a certain type of magic. The target of their sneak attack, the dark elf Red Wolf, was already a level 48 high-level assassin. This difference of nearly ten levels meant more powerful damage skills, more efficient evasion skills, and stronger vitality. This huge advantage could not be eliminated by simply accumulating numbers. If it was any other level 48 air enthusiast, they would never easily let this level of low-level adventurers sneak attack and succeed. In comparison, the three guys who rashly attacked were more likely to fail to resist the opponent's counterattack and lose their lives.
But fortunately - or unlucky - their target Red Wolf was not an assassin who was good at fighting. This international thief who devoted most of his energy to stealing skills was far less talented in fighting than in hiding and pickpocketing. His life was much more fragile than those of the same level of airborne people. Even a low-level novice could cause him considerable damage - not to mention that he was wearing some very low-level novice equipment that Foxiao and I had put together for him. Even in front of these three novices who were at most level 40, his defense was so low that it could be completely ignored.
So, just as I saw, Red Wolf soon lived up to everyone's expectations and fell in a pool of blood. He used his life to fulfill the reputation of three low-level rookies, and once again died in a beating and ambush.
Um...why did I say "again"?
It was not until I saw the three attackers clapping their hands in celebration that I suddenly realized: When the killing was going on, should I have shown some desire to stop it? It would have been more appropriate to just watch my guildmates being beaten to death like this, which didn't seem to be a very loving expression of brotherhood...
"We saw this dark elf sneaking up behind you..." I, the dwarf berserker, kicked the red wolf's corpse roughly on the buttocks and said to us with pride, "...so we rushed over to save you and killed him in the process."
Hey, I suddenly felt like I had seen this scene somewhere before?
"Seeing injustice on the road, we should help others with our swords. This is what we should do. You don't have to repay us..." The dwarf magician named Fenglin Daosheng said righteously. However, when he said the word "repay", there was a trace of greed in his eyes, which made me feel that his motives for saying this might not be so simple.
I seem to have seen this kind of insincere expression on the face of a certain unscrupulous half-orc shadow thief.
“Don’t worry about our life-saving grace…” the elf swordswoman Fia said the words “life-saving grace” heavily, “We just happened to save you.”
She wished she could spit the words "saved you" into our faces like a stone.
This strange tone...why do I feel it is becoming more and more familiar?
Ah, the Yangtze River Delta, Warehouse and I also said the same thing when we first saw Red Wolf and mistakenly thought he was an imperial invasion force that was going to assassinate Foxiao. I subconsciously looked around - what a familiar scene, it seemed that we had also killed him in this place.
It turns out that this dense oak forest is indeed an ideal place to kill someone and silence them, and to destroy the body.
"Thank you so much, but..." Looking at the smug and boastful looks of the three attackers, I couldn't bear to destroy their good feeling of selfless and courageous action.
Unfortunately, the most disappointing thing about our lives is that reality always seems to be different from what we imagined...
"...The guy you killed seems to be a member of our guild..."
"Huh?" As I expected, my answer surprised the three heroes with impure motives. The brave and violent dwarf berserker stammered, "How...how is this possible...he is obviously a dark elf..."
"Didn't you see that my name is green? And the guild name on my head is the same as theirs!" Fortunately, I am your father who has been with us all the way. Although he is a guy you find it hard to trust, he is still a nearly level 40 priest after all. He quickly resurrected the dead Red Wolf. As soon as he came back to life, Red Wolf immediately flew into a rage, shouting in injustice and resentment:
"Oh, heaven and earth! The Empire is lining up to hunt me down, and when I arrived at the Alliance, I was ambushed and assassinated. In this vast world, is there no place for me, the Red Wolf, to hide? I can't live like this..."
“Well…” Fenglin Daosheng seemed to be aware of the huge gap in level between them and us. He subconsciously shrank his neck and timidly explained, “…The leaves in the forest are too dense, and I can’t see your name clearly. And you…” He rolled his eyes at the resentful Red Wolf unwillingly, and continued, “…Who told you to walk stealthily? You don’t look like a good person at all. We thought…”
“That’s right, that’s right…” The elven female swordsman Fia also felt very aggrieved. “…Besides, who knew that the dark elves would appear in the alliance camp? They look like enemies no matter how you look at them…”
"You...you..." The three murderers' excuses were not without reason, and Red Wolf was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to refute. After a moment, he took a deep breath, and finally calmed down his anger at being killed inexplicably just now, and earnestly taught the three murderers:
"You know, a dark elf, without any selfish motives, regards the liberation of the people of Falvi Continent as his own cause. What kind of spirit is this?" It can be seen that the dark elves who were killed one after another and died unjustly were a little excited, and they couldn't help but burst out a swear word, which shocked everyone. He didn't seem to realize this and continued to speak passionately:
"…This is the spirit of internationalism, this is the spirit of communism, and every citizen of the Farvi continent must learn this spirit…A person's ability may vary, but as long as he has this spirit, he is a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, and a person who has escaped from vulgarity…"
His excitement infected everyone present. When he said this, six people, including the three murderers, except me, said the last sentence with him: "... a person who is beneficial to the people!"
This was truly the most wonderful speech I have ever heard. Although I knew that the reason why Red Wolf joined the Alliance was far from as noble as he said, this speech seemed to have a special magic that made me admire him, as if I could feel the broad internationalist sentiment that continued to burst out from his dark body. However, this exciting sentiment unfortunately did not last long enough...
"Look, there's a dark elf!" A cry of surprise came from the woods behind.
"How dare you come here to demonstrate? You don't take our alliance people seriously!" The rough voice was filled with indignation and recklessness.
"Brothers in front, hold on , we are here to help you, let's kill this nigger from the empire together and beat him to death!" The person who said this was obviously a racist with Union chauvinistic tendencies.
The huge lightning chain directly penetrated the red wolf's body, and then a row of sharp feather arrows accurately pierced the red wolf's back. Before he could react to the continuous attacks, a heavy cast iron stick, wrapped with a magical force that could produce toxic effects, hit the red wolf's forehead with force. The initiators of this round of attacks were obviously high-level adventurers, and the power of their attacks was definitely not comparable to the three rookies just now. At the end of this wave of attacks, the red wolf was knocked to the ground and he was completely killed on the spot.
Before dying, the dark elf, with great nostalgia for life and great love for the world, uttered the last words of his short life with difficulty:
"Your uncle..."
