At the same time, the southern outpost in the central area of the town received three guests amid the blizzard. Its masters clearly did not welcome them, and countless scavengers picked up their weapons and surrounded the trio.
After receiving the warning from the outskirts, a leader-like figure burst out of the largest and most intact house at the center of the outpost. He had delicate, pale features and a furious expression. Holding a long whip, he shouted the moment he emerged that he would teach these outsiders, who would never learn their lesson, a thing or two today.
Unfortunately, before he could even swing his whip, the War Faithful standing at the front showed him a thing or two.
The newcomer was cut down. Ai Si flung a massive blade from afar and chopped off his arm. Seeing this, not only did the scavengers throughout the outpost panic and scatter, but even Cheng Shi clicked his tongue in amazement.
"I'm telling you, Old Zhang, since when have Priests been this good at fighting?"
Zhang Jizu shot Cheng Shi a sidelong glance, seemingly seeing right through his thoughts. "If you want to praise yourself, you can just do it directly. No need to beat around the bush."
"???" Cheng Shi froze. "Is that what I meant?"
"Isn't it?
If you meant to praise me, then thanks."
Without bothering with Cheng Shi's entertaining expression, he walked past him and went over to Ai Si's side. He wanted to see how this War Priest would quickly suppress the outpost.
There was nothing particularly remarkable about it. Ai Si merely said, "Whoever moves will end up like him," and all the scavengers on the outskirts who had wanted to run stopped in their tracks.
What a joke. The opponent's greatsword might have been