Third Food War (13)

Western Continent

Just as the battle raged fiercely on Ishgar's side, a Your Highness the Prince who had awakened a talent for destruction led his Bandit into the hometown of Goodpes and his companions, where they unleashed devastating destruction.

"Pooh!"

After chewing for a long time, the fruit still wouldn't break and had no taste at all, which disgusted Prince Sordil. So, the Your Highness the Prince used the powerful breath in his mouth to send it into Mother Earth's embrace. After finishing tasting it, Sordil was wondering what food to try next when Yesveta back, hurried in.

"Brother Sordil, I've found out that this is the secret realm of Kelsu, one of the five leaders."

"Oh? I didn't expect we'd stumbled upon Old Friend's house. But his family is so poor, they don't have anything nice at all!"

"According to the guards, there used to be a lot of good things here, but Kelsu took them all when he went to Ishgar, so all that's left are these junk."

"Hmph! This guy's lucky! Brother Yesveta, tell the brothers to take everything they can carry, and smash everything they can't take. Then set this place on fire and burn it down!"

"Brother Sordil, don't worry, this isn't the first time the brothers have done this, they know what to do!"

"Okay! That's good! Oh, by the way, Brother Yesveta, did you find out any information about the other secret realms?"

"We've already gotten the answer from the guards!"

"Alright! Once the brothers are done, let's head to the next secret realm immediately!"

"Clear!"

Above the sea

After two days and two nights at sea, every member of the grain transport team looked exhausted and pale.

"Splash!"

Upon hearing the sound of the sea being cleaved, all members of the grain transport team widened their eyes, constantly scanning their surroundings while simultaneously assuming a fighting stance.

"Plop"

"Splash!"

"Plop"

As the sounds of splashing and diving continued, the members of the grain transport team quickly located the source of the noise—a group of migrating flying fish. Watching the little creatures leaping across the sea, each member of the grain transport team wished they could turn them into their own food, for they were adding new frights to their already weary minds.

But they only thought about it and dared not put it into practice, because they didn't want to lose their lives over such a trivial matter.

After all, so many things like this have happened that they now see everything as a trap set by the enemy.

After confirming their safety, the group resumed their journey. Not long after, they heard the sound of water breaking again, but this time the supply team ignored the playful flying fish. Strangely, however, after the sound of water breaking continued for a long time, there was no accompanying sound of water entering the water; instead, there was a somewhat piercing sound of air being cut through.

"Whoosh!"

"Enemy attack!"

Although some alert members of the team recognized the true nature of the voice, it was too late!

"Boom!"

"Ah!"

"Plop"

Explosions, screams, and the sound of people falling into the sea rose and fell in waves. In an instant, the grain transport team, which had been able to maintain its formation, was turned into a pile of loose sand, with people scattering and colliding with each other.

"Everyone stay calm and hold your posts!" (Shideweig)

"Everyone stay at your posts, ready to fight back! (Olibuk)"

Although Olibuk and Shideweig tried their best to control the situation, the mentally broken team members ignored their commands and continued to scatter and flee.

"Whoosh!"

Before the two could set off to comfort the frightened crowd, another whooshing sound came from underwater, and this time their location was given special attention.

"Old buddy, get out of the way!"

As they dodged the attacks from below, they shouted in unison.

Before the two could catch their breath, the usual third wave of attacks arrived, forcing them to continue dodging. As for organizing the attack, they had long since forgotten about it.

"Pooh!"

After spitting out the dust that had flown into their mouths, the two slowly descended from the sky and began to gather the still-breathing supply team. Just as they had assembled the team and were preparing to assess the losses, an unexpected fourth wave of attack appeared before them with lightning speed, tearing through the sky.

"Boom!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The screams rang out again, plunging the team members, who had just calmed down, back into chaos, even more chaotic than before.

"Old buddy, take a squad down and wipe them out!" (Olibuk)

"Old buddy, we could do that just now, but not anymore! See for yourself!" (Shideweig)

Upon hearing Shideweig's words, Olibuk realized that the entire team had completely fallen apart, everyone was frantically fleeing for their lives, and no one had the courage to continue fighting.

"Well!"

After letting out a furious sigh, Olibuk could only let the men below do as they pleased, praying that his idiots would survive. Perhaps heaven truly heard his prayers, for after the fourth wave of attacks, the surroundings finally calmed down. Before they could even catch their breath, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the distant sky, charging straight towards the grain convoy.

"These bastards are going too far! I'll fight them to the death!"

Before he could finish speaking, the detonated Shideweig transformed into a sharp arrow and shot towards the newcomer.

"Old buddy!"

Seeing his best friend rush out, Olibuk didn't dare to delay and immediately followed.

"You bastard, take this punch!" (Shideweig)

Seeing the fist growing larger and larger, the newcomer immediately shouted, "Shideweig, spare my life!"

Upon hearing the other party's shout, Shideweig hurriedly raised his fist, and then his iron fist, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, grazed the person's scalp and slammed into the sky.

"Huh? Ben, it's you? Weren't you supposed to be guarding the secret realm?"

Upon hearing Shideweig mention the secret realms, Ben's face turned deathly pale. He said urgently, "Shideweig, something terrible has happened! After you left, a group of Bandit appeared on the Western Continent, specializing in plundering various secret realms. Not long ago, many secret realms under Goodpes's Artek Carl, Chief Glaide's Koreita, and Kelsu's jurisdiction were all plundered."

"Now they have their eyes on Lord Olibuk's Grein Charles, so I had no choice but to leave the Western Continent to come and find the two lords."

Initially, Olibuk companion weren't too concerned about the appearance of thieves on the Western Continent. Later, when they learned that Goodpes and Kelsu had met with misfortune, they felt a little happy. However, when they were told that their own secret realm was also being targeted, Olibuk felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest.

"Old friend, don't worry, didn't we leave people guarding the secret realm? They can't break in!" (Shideweig)

Thanks to his old friend's reminder, Olibuk remembered that he had taken precautions before leaving the secret realm, so he could rest easy. However, this sense of security didn't last long before it was Crush by the harsh reality.

"Shideweig, when this band of Bandit first appeared, our men already clashed with them once, but were utterly defeated. Left with no other choice, I fled the Western Continent to find you two!"

"What?! This band of Bandit is incredibly powerful!" (Shideweig)

"Yes! That's why they were able to easily break into the various secret realms and plunder the treasures within."

"How many Bandit are there in this group?" (Olibuk)

"This band of Bandit only appears with one or two hundred men each time, but I suspect that is not their total number. Because after each battle, they retreat shortly afterward, luring our men to fight elsewhere, and then they wipe out all of our men, with not a single one escaping alive. Most importantly, each battle is very short, which is not something that one or two hundred men could do."

After hearing Ben's words, a deep frown appeared on Olibuk's forehead. After a long period of deep thought, his brows gradually relaxed, but his expression grew increasingly gloomy.