Volume 1 Chapter 185: Late-night Assassination
hohoma plains.
late at night.
The moonlight was bright, and all the stars hid under its dazzling brilliance.
The breeze blew the tender grass on the ground, pressing the green of the entire grassland so hard that it seemed to sag.
The bonfires were connected to each other, and the soldiers in dirty clothes sat around them in silence.
The bright firelight shone on the soldiers' tired and listless faces, and each soldier's forehead seemed to be covered with haze.
Occasionally you could hear a soldier's stomach growling with hunger, and then the soldiers would pull up some grass from the ground and chew it.
In some places, soldiers took out dark bread from their arms or luggage, or dug out unknown food from the ground. However, such stealing behavior would be discovered by their companions.
The hungry soldiers had very keen noses and no food could escape their eyes.
Then, a fight for food will begin.
The explosion in the Osdena Forest led to the invasion of orcs. This put the finances of Fort Origi under great strain, and the kingdom searched for food everywhere as fodder to defend against the orcs.
The start of a new war made the civilians of Fort Origi unable to bear the heavy burden.
Most importantly, most of the soldiers in this war were forced to join.
These soldiers are just cannon fodder. If they go to the battlefield, they probably won't even be able to lift a sword. Oh, of course, if they can afford to use weapons.
“Why don’t they eat meat?”
Many strangers suddenly appeared in the Fort Orange camp, where there was no morale at all and soldiers could starve to death at any second.
A third-level extraordinary noble from the Kingdom of Claire murmured, looking at these skinny soldiers, murmuring in confusion.
This dive was easier than they thought.
The soldiers of Fort Origi had no morale at all, and were completely defenseless and lifeless, unlike the enthusiastic army of the Kingdom of Claire.
"So many people died, why didn't you die?"
Borg snorted coldly at the noble.
Normally, he was quite polite, but after hearing such words, even his royal upbringing could not help but show its affection.
The nobleman chuckled, realizing that what he said was a little ridiculous, and did not dare to refute.
Borg walked towards a campfire.
He was clearly wearing a grey robe and a smiling mask, which made him very obvious. However, no soldier recognized him. Even the patrolling soldiers only looked at Borg and the nobles with doubt and left in a hurry.
Life was already stressful enough for them, and they didn't even know whether they would live or die tomorrow. Why would they bother with such trivial matters? It would be more interesting to find out which guy had hidden the food.
After a few questions, Borg knew the purpose of his trip.
He led the nobles in his group towards a tent.
The tents were brightly lit, and the voices of several team leaders talking could be heard from inside.
"Ah, I don't know what's wrong with those nobles. The treasury is empty, and there are internal and external troubles. At this time, they should gather all the soldiers in the rear to take a defensive posture, and then send diplomats to negotiate peace."
"Brother, let's drink. These things are not what we should talk about. At least we are still young generals, right? At least... we don't have to go hungry."
"You're right, let's drink. Maybe after this drink, you'll have to wait for the rest of your life!"
Borg frowned.
The situation in Fort Origi was very bad. The generals, soldiers, and civilians were all very pitiful.
But, I'm sorry.
Borg led the nobleman slowly into the tent.
"Who is it?"
"puff!"
The sound of a long knife cutting into flesh was heard.
Blood was splattered on the tent, and from outside the tent, two figures could be seen falling.
By the campfire outside the tent, the soldiers were startled by the screams, turned their heads stiffly and glanced at the tent.
They were silent for a while, watching Borg and the nobles walk out of the tent, looking at each other. Then, as if they had seen nothing, they continued to roast the fire.
The light from the campfire shone on their faces again, and they all had a sly smile on their faces.
After Borg and his men left with frowns on their faces, many soldiers rushed into the tent, looted all the food, and scrambled for the equipment and liquor on the dead generals, causing a great deal of noise.
When the soldiers left the tent, one of them pushed over the oil lamp and set the whole tent on fire.
"Oh no! There's an assassin! The captain has been killed!"
"Hurry! Someone, there's a fire here!"
"It's people from the Kingdom of Claire who have attacked our camp!"
"......"
The same thing happened in all directions of the Fort Orange camp.
Occasionally, fighting broke out in the tents, but it was over in a very short time.
Then came the belated cries for help and shouts.
The strong men of the Kingdom of Clay moved unstoppably, or rather, they completed the assassination with the indulgence of the soldiers who had lost all hope and morale.
The nobles and strong men of Fort Orange were killed one by one, and their tents were set on fire. The soldiers of Fort Orange gradually realized that their leaders were dead, and began to mutine, taking their weapons and clothes, and madly fled this hellish place under the cover of night.
Then...tents were burned one after another, and the meager food and straw were scrambled for by the soldiers who were fighting with each other.
Black smoke filled the night sky, blocking the bright moon. In the originally dark night, apart from the burning Fort Origi camp, no light could be seen.
A million deserters and millions of civilians took advantage of the chaos to flee overnight to unknown places.
Lynch sat on Xiao Hei's back and flew in the air. The thick smoke on the ground struggled hard towards the sky, just like these poor civilians and soldiers, trying to escape from this damn place.
“Ahhh!”
Xiao Hei used his huge wings to disperse the thick smoke. He somewhat disdained these ordinary flames in the mortal world.
Although the ground was already burning, it would not take long for the fire to go out. If it was the dragon flame, it would surely keep the fire burning for three days, and not a blade of grass would grow on the ground!
Lin Qi is level twelfth in Dragon Language, and he knew immediately that Xiao Hei was sentimental and must be feeling sorry for these humans.
"Xiao Hei, I know you are a cute little dragon, but you should change your kind nature. This is a war, my little Hei." Lynch patted Xiao Hei's wings lightly.
"Ahhh???Hoo?"
The little black wings paused, with a big question mark written on his head.
"Cute...cute." The corner of Holks' mouth twitched beside Lynch, and he said to Lynch: "Father God...it, it is a hell dragon!"
“Ahhh!”
Upon hearing this, Xiao Hei roared excitedly.
Finally, finally there is a normal person!
The dragon was deeply moved that someone knew his identity as a hellish dragon.
Ever since Lin Qi labeled Xiao Hei "waste" and "good-for-nothing" last time, the people of the Land of Grace have looked down on him every time they see him. God knows what suffering he has endured!
A creature at the top of the food chain has fallen to such a state!
"I know." Lin Qi smiled and gently stroked Xiao Hei's dragon scales again: "Look, he is so black and yet so cute, how rare is that? Listen, he is a little dissatisfied when he hears you say he is not cute."
Lynch glared at Holkes and said, "Kid, Xiao Hei is very important to me. Please don't slander it. It is very docile and a lovely dragon. Do you know that?"
Hearing this, Hercules swallowed and nodded.
Whatever God the Father says is right.
Who says a hellish dragon can't be cute?
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”