Far away in Bagnia, Chris was starting to lose his composure.
When Ye Ao and the others gathered more than two hundred people and headed for Minisia, he had known they were up to something. They were bound to make headlines.
But however much Chris imagined, he had expected, at most, that they would kill some people, burn a few houses and fields, or charge into a city, wreak havoc, and then fight their way back out.
Not even in his wildest dreams had Chris imagined that just over two hundred players could take a city with an army camp of ten thousand men beside it. This was no longer a matter of science. It was downright fantasy.
Yet judging by how things were unfolding, fantasy might be exactly what it was.
First, through the players' searches, Chris had confirmed that Ye Ao, Alibaba, and the others had actually succeeded in their earlier operation.
There were two pieces of news. The first good piece was that the five players had successfully assassinated someone before dying. The second, even better piece was that although they had failed to kill the scumbag old man, they had taken out Chris's uncle.
Honestly, this Minisian uncle, with whom Chris shared blood but no affection, and whom he had never even met, was really just an enemy.
What decent uncle sent an army to beat up his nephew when the boy returned to his own country?
Besides, after Chris entered Votradnoi, assassins had come in an endless succession of waves. Apart from the locals, were there really no Minisian assassins among them, hoping to exploit the chaos and kill Chris?
There certainly were. While examining the assassins' bodies, the Palace Guards had repeatedly found that quite a few were clearly not Bagnians. They had dark,