A new day soon arrived, and new caravans came heading to D City.
Once you get there, you can relax for a few days. The tension from the journey needs to be released, and shopping and drinking are great ways to relieve that tension.
Of course, if you have enough crowns in your pocket, a pretty girl can better alleviate this feeling. After all, in this damned world, nothing makes you feel like you're living in peacetime more than having a fragrant body next to you.
There was no need to urge them along the way; the caravan's efficiency improved unconsciously.
After safely arriving at their last campsite, the scene before them shocked them.
Some wounded people were setting up camp here, while others drove past them in a panic, as if something was chasing them.
This strange scene aroused suspicion. The leader gave a signal, and the person with maxed-out social skills got out of the car to question the wounded.
The person who got off the bus was a classical beauty. Even though it was the apocalypse, beautiful people could still use their looks to extract information that they wouldn't tell others.
As long as there are people who are attracted to good looks, this phenomenon will never disappear.
She keenly noticed that the wounds of the wounded soldiers were completely necrotic around the wounds, clearly indicating that they had been injured by poisoned weapons.
The wounded did not hide anything. After communication, it was learned that the entire city of D had been completely occupied due to an attack by an unknown organization, and they were the ones who had managed to escape.
The injured person seemed to be still shaken, as if recalling some unpleasant experience.
The poison flared up intermittently, making him look pale. He trembled as he asked if he could buy an antidote from the crowd.
The fact that an antidote was needed caused hesitation, as did those around them. Although they had one, the outcome was clearly beyond their expectations.
Perhaps I will also fall into the dilemma he described: to save or not to save?
Without the druids' ability to dispel the plague, the only option was to use antidotes to counteract the virus's effects. As the others retreated imperceptibly, the light in the wounded's eyes dimmed.
Yes, in this situation, who would be willing to give their life-saving item to someone who has nothing?
Just as he slowly walked back to his room, resigned to his fate, someone came up to him and handed him a bottle of antidote.
Although the wounded man was dressed in rags, he had an extraordinary air about him, clearly indicating that he was from a wealthy family in D City before he fled.
I might as well befriend them; if D City is ever recovered, I might be able to benefit from it.
We need to take a long-term view; consider it a venture capital investment!
Although it's unclear whether it's true or not, one thing is certain: D City is definitely not peaceful, and that's beyond doubt.
"Thank you, I will repay you. May I ask your name?"
"Lei Feng".
After saying that, he turned and left the room without waiting for him to speak again, leaving the young man standing there dumbfounded.
The poison took effect again, and the young man's face twitched in pain. He struggled to bite open the bottle and drank the liquid inside in one gulp.
Unlike the low-level mercenary groups with no roots in D City, the Axe Gang leader's expression changed instantly upon hearing such devastating news.
The entire city of D has fallen, and the members at headquarters are likely in grave danger. Thinking of this, the Axe Gang's expression darkened further, and even these core members were somewhat dejected.
This blow was immense. Their families and assets were all in D City. The contrast between going from honorary citizens to having nothing was too great, so it's no wonder they questioned the meaning of life.
If this was bad news only for the Axe Gang, then there was even worse news for the entire caravan.
Since D City has fallen, it is impossible to obtain food supplies. Now the problem is that the food needs of the entire caravan cannot be met, and they will starve to death on the way back.
The revamped hunger system is extremely unfriendly to players. Not only does it deplete quickly, but if the hunger level is too high, players will suffer a severe debuff that reduces attributes across the board and continuously burns health.
If it really comes to that, it's no different from death.
As for health points reaching zero, do I need to explain that?
If you can think of this, it means that others can too.
The pleasant mood I felt at the beginning of the morning had long since vanished, replaced by suspicion and irritability.
They suspected that someone might resort to underhanded tactics, doing anything for food.
The other mercenary groups, who had a strong foothold in D City, were furious. Suddenly losing everything was a blow that not everyone could bear.
Many of them looked around with red eyes, and any excuse would become a way to vent their frustrations.
The unity and solidarity that once characterized the road have vanished, replaced by an eerie silence.
Either erupt from silence, or become a monster in silence.
The Axe Gang, the strongest member of the caravan, became enraged. They felt it was unlucky for the leader of the small mercenary group next to them to get off the vehicle with his left foot first. Not only did they beat him up, they also stole all their supplies and cards.
The other smaller mercenary groups, though angry, dared not speak out. Seeing the situation was turning against them, they called to their men to quietly leave.
The situation is showing signs of getting out of control; here, we'll only be at their mercy.
If someone knew about forming alliances and maneuvering, they wouldn't have ended up as a small mercenary group.
Fortunately, they were all in the car, and once they stepped on the gas, no one could stop them.
It would take about three days to return to the nearest village, and food could be managed if we managed to get there. It was better than staying here and dying.
The group members and the merchants who were exchanging goods also agreed that it made sense; returning earlier would allow them to purchase more food, which would greatly benefit their ability to survive until they reached City C.
The other mercenary groups finally realized that if they couldn't win, they had to run away; otherwise, if the mercenaries came looking for trouble, they wouldn't be able to hold them off.
The roar of cars turned the once quiet street into a chaotic scene.
Unlike the Axe Gang's looting, the leader of Sword and Rose was their third-in-command. After learning about this, he pondered for a while and then ordered his men to recruit those who wanted to join the mercenary group.
By this time, those who were able to escape had mostly done so, and those who had already been plundered could no longer run away even if they wanted to. They gritted their teeth and chose to join Sword and Rose.
With them taking the lead, knowing that their strength was no match for the Axe Gang, several more mercenary group members who didn't have time to escape chose to join.
As the Sword and Roses continued to expand, they soon outnumbered the Axe Gang by a large margin.
Two mercenary groups that had previously kept to themselves were now facing a dangerous situation, and they found themselves locked in a standoff in the middle of the street.
"What is Third Master Xun trying to do?" The remaining members of the Axe Gang asked first, looking at Xun Yu's expressionless face.
"Those who act justly gain much support, while those who act unjustly find little. What you did was rather unethical." Xun Yu said calmly, implying that the other party had no bottom line.
"You want to be the one to stick your neck out, huh?" Seeing that there were more people on the other side, but knowing that backing down now would cause morale to collapse, he steeled himself and began to threaten.
He was now in a difficult position. If he had used more civilized methods earlier, those mercenary groups he had extorted would have held a grudge and would not have let it go.
As expected, Xun Yu took in everyone's expressions. Seeing their resentment, he knew the time was right and, without further ado, decisively started the fight.
If we can unite these mercenaries, it's not impossible for us to make a comeback in City C.
If D city were still standing, that would be a different story. But the situation is out of control now. As the saying goes, two tigers cannot share one mountain. The current situation is in our favor, so why not strike first?
The fragile agreement between the two mercenary groups vanished the moment D City was destroyed, leaving only merciless carnage on the streets.
Unseen by them, a purple wave was spreading towards the outskirts of D City, destroying all living things in its path.
It's either death or submission; it's all for the Dark Prince!
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