"However, the werewolf commander will soon come to his senses and should be able to return by tomorrow, at which point there will be another battle."
This wasn't exactly top-secret information, Gru said quite frankly.
tomorrow!
Xiao Jin got the crucial timing she wanted. She said no more and casually tossed the apple to Gru.
Gru caught it hastily, as if holding a priceless treasure. His face instantly lit up with a joyful smile, and he bowed repeatedly to Xiao Jin's retreating figure, saying, "Thank you, Centurion! Thank you, sir!"
Xiao Jin ignored the gratitude behind her and continued to stroll around the camp.
Thanks to her status as a "centurion" and her recent achievements, the leopard warriors in the camp, though in awe of Xiao Jin, did not hinder her actions.
The other players, however, were not so lucky.
At the edge of the camp, a suppressed commotion mixed with angry arguments tore through the evening silence.
Xiao Jin followed the sound, passing several piles of garbage that exuded a putrid smell and a few makeshift weapon racks. The scene before her made her cold eyes narrow slightly.
There, a low fence, made of rough logs and thorny vines, enclosed a small open space.
Inside the fence, the area was now packed with Z country players, their expressions agitated and filled with rage.
They were like livestock being driven away, stripped of their dignity, and kept in simple wooden fences.
Xiao Jin's gaze shifted inward, where several dilapidated thatched huts stood in the corner. The roofs were thin, the walls were drafty, and the ground was covered with damp, moldy hay.
So this is where the "prisoners of war" live.
Compared to this place, my little tent is practically a 'mansion'!
Moreover, several leopard warriors wielding bone spears and with ferocious faces paced back and forth outside the fence like vicious dogs guarding a sheepfold, their eyes filled with undisguised contempt and malice when they looked at the players.
"What a joke! This place is worse than a pigsty! I'm not staying here!" A player with a fierce face pounded on the wooden fence, making the vines on it rustle.
"Why are we locked up? Are they treating us like livestock?!" A young female player's voice was trembling with tears.
"That's right! We are not your slaves! Let us leave!" The crowd was furious, and the players' anger burned fiercely amidst their humiliation.
Some even said directly, "Let me tell you, without me, you won't win any wars in the future. Just wait to be wiped out!"
One of the leopard guards closest to the fence was sprayed in the face with spittle, and his ferocious nature was immediately revealed.
It suddenly raised its rusty iron spear, pointing the tip directly at the player who had been cursing the loudest. Its fangs bared, and it roared, "You lowly worms! Prisoners! The fact that the Commander didn't chop you into pieces on the spot is already an act of immense mercy!"
"If you dare to make another sound, I'll tear you apart right now!" Its thick arm muscles bulged, and its iron spear, carrying a menacing wind, was poised to stab.
These insults and threats are like adding fuel to the fire!
The players finally understood what kind of absurd identity the system had prepared for them. Prisoners of war were so lowly, less than livestock!
Despair and anger instantly overwhelmed reason.
"System, I'll fuck you *#@% (…)"
"Huh? You bastard, I'm going on strike!!!"
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"Fuck your mercy!" A player with a small mustache and a sinister look suddenly burst out from the crowd.
He was clearly prepared; the instant the leopard guards' attention was drawn ahead, he darted out from the side like a cheetah! His speed was incredible, and a flash of cold light appeared in his hand!
"Pfft!"
A dagger gleaming with a deep blue light pierced the defenseless ribs of the leopard-man guard with precision and ruthlessness! The dagger was clearly no ordinary weapon; it easily tore through the rough leather armor and sank deep into the internal organs!
The player with the mustache had a fierce look on his face.
If he had known he would be treated like this, he would have left long ago.
It's just about participating in the war. You don't necessarily have to stay here to participate. Just find a place to hide first, and you can sneak back when the war starts!
"Get out of here! I'm getting out of here today no matter what!" The mustachioed player twisted his dagger.
"Ugh—!" The leopard-man guard let out a deafening scream as his iron spear slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, his massive body writhing in agony.
The mustachioed player struck successfully, a glint of wild joy and ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. He swiftly pulled out his dagger, spurting out a fountain of green blood.
Without even glancing at the fallen guard, he charged straight toward the gap in the fence!
He roared, "Brothers! Charge out! We can always come back when the war starts! We'd rather die than be animals!"
This sudden, bloody counterattack and incitement instantly ignited the fighting spirit of some players! Some even tried to rush out!
However, this action completely enraged the surrounding leopard warriors!
"Roar—! You're asking for death!"
"Stop him! Tear this bastard to pieces!"
Seven or eight leopard warriors, like enraged hyenas, roared and pounced on the mustachioed player from all directions! They moved swiftly, with sharp claws and teeth, and carried a ferocious killing intent to tear their prey apart.
The mustachioed player was clearly skilled; he was exceptionally slippery, and the poisoned dagger in his hand was particularly cunning and ruthless.
He ducked to avoid the oncoming claws, and with a backhand slash, he cut open the inside of another leopard warrior's thigh, drawing a trail of blood.
His footsteps darted about like an eel among the approaching beast shadows, each swing of his dagger accompanied by a painful roar from an orc and a splatter of green blood.
"Thud!" The dagger pierced the throat of a leopard warrior.
"Swoosh!" The sharp blade sliced open the other's abdomen, and the other's intestines almost spilled out.
In just a few breaths, he knocked down three or four leopard warriors, who rolled on the ground in pain and howled.
The mustachioed player grinned maliciously, about to break through the encirclement!
"Hmph! You ignorant ants!"
A deep, rumbling snort, carrying a suffocating pressure, suddenly rang out!
Immediately afterwards!
"Whoosh—buzz—!"
A dark shadow tore through the air, emitting a muffled and terrifying whistling sound!
Xiao Jin's pupils contracted in the distance, then he narrowed his eyes slightly. Oh! A formidable opponent is approaching.
Look closely, and you'll see that the dark shape is actually a huge meteor hammer covered with sharp iron spikes!
It fell like a meteorite, moving at incredible speed and with immense force, striking the mustachioed player precisely in the back of the head!
The mustachioed player paled in horror! The shadow of death loomed over him instantly!
He turned around abruptly, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes, and without hesitation crushed a yellowish-brown crystal in his hand!
Buzz!
A thick, earth-yellow light shield instantly condensed in front of him!
"boom--!!!"
The meteor hammer slammed down on the light shield! The deafening roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky!
But that seemingly sturdy light shield only lasted for less than half a second before shattering like fragile glass! The violent impact poured down on the mustachioed player's chest without reservation!
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