Seeing the arrows pointed at them, two or three players, still deeply immersed in the role, raised their hands again.
Meanwhile, [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] was worried that the people in the Graycast Corridor might be a disadvantage to the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess, so it entered a battle stance.
[ Do Some Farm Work ], who has been keeping a low profile all along, is now secretly fiddling with a small mechanism hidden under his clothes while simultaneously surrendering, trying to avoid falling into a completely passive position.
But his actions did not escape the notice of the sharp-eyed soldiers on the city wall; after all, when it came to creating mechanical artifacts, they were the real experts.
"Hey you, if you move another inch, I'll shoot you dead!"
A soldier carrying a specially made long-range crossbow shouted to [ Do Some Farm Work Do Some Farm Work, who shuddered and obediently stopped moving.
As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere between the two sides became extremely tense. Although the difference in strength was enormous, neither side would take the matter lightly when it involved Blood Corpse.
Just as [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] was wondering whether to mention the Machine Spirit, an unexpected person stepped forward to help the Soul Returner out of their predicament:
"You're right, there are indeed elite-level Blood Corpse here."
The one speaking was the " Short-Eared Elf," who hadn't said anything more since being scolded after her self-introduction.
He looked at the deputy captain on the city wall and said:
"Otherwise, why would I have sent your captain to find the city lord? The problem here is too big for you to handle."
"Is there anything we can't handle?"
The deputy captain on the city wall snorted coldly:
" The Graycast Corridor Law states that everyone has the right to kill any unregistered Blood Corpse that enters the town."
"Really?"
The young mage sneered. With a flick of his staff, a humanoid creature bound by an invisible force floated out from under the trapdoor of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess.
The mage lifted him to a height almost equal to the city wall, and all the ballistae were simultaneously aimed at the terrified man.
"The only thing missing is your self-introduction."
He said calmly:
Whether you live or die depends on what you say now.
Who could he be?
Everyone looked at the person hanging in the air with suspicion, only to see him swallow hard, take a deep breath, and say seriously to everyone:
"I am Grand Duke Hall, the vampire."
After saying that, a surge of Psionic Energy energy pressure was revealed. Although it did not harm anyone, it made everyone's heartbeat slow down by half a beat.
Holy crap, Grand Duke!
The people on the city wall were immediately stunned, staring in disbelief at the figure who had been lifted into the air by an invisible force.
But the young monk calmly said at that moment:
"Who else wants to kill him? They can try now."
Having spent so many years in the Graycast Corridor, the NPCs present were certainly not so ignorant as to not know the Grand Duke's level, and naturally understood that such a being could not be killed by one or two arrows.
That's a Grand Duke, isn't that High Tier?
Since he was of High Tier, how could he have been captured alive?
Since he was captured alive...
The vice-captain, who instantly understood the key to the matter, stared incredulously at the young mage who looked to be only in his early twenties.
If he could capture even the Grand Duke, what kind of strength would he need?
Did I do anything impolite just now?
It seems not.
Fire an arrow? But you didn't even aim at him.
Swearing? That was done by your own team leader.
Great! It seems like I'm going to be the team leader.
Lost in thought, the deputy captain momentarily forgot to give the order.
When he came to his senses, he suddenly realized that he had been daydreaming, so he shouted down to those below:
"Putting everything else aside, could we at least put the Grand Duke away for now?"
This move of using the harshest tone to deliver the most submissive lines immediately amused the players, who chuckled to themselves.
The vice-captain pretended not to hear, and only after seeing the Grand Duke gradually descend did he speak to the others:
"Remain on high alert and await the city lord's intervention."
"Yes!"
The soldiers on the city wall responded in unison, then continued to meticulously set up their crossbows and secretly marked out their targets.
A few minutes later, a somewhat strange voice reached everyone's ears.
The sound was quite loud, but very muffled, and its frequency was very fixed.
It sounded like some kind of very heavy... footsteps?
Those with better hearing looked up and saw two figures, one large and one small, appearing on the city wall.
The smaller one was naturally the city defense captain who had returned. His physique had not changed much from before, but he appeared exceptionally short at this moment.
Because the bigger one is...
Mechs?!
It was a mechanical armor that was at least two people tall, about three meters, close to four meters.
Aside from its general humanoid appearance, this thing has almost no connection to humans anymore.
Several players interested in piloting Gundams immediately looked over with shining eyes; both the Half-Treant Aggregate Gundam and the mechanical Gundam were their favorite designs.
The Half-Tree Gundam has already been implemented, and they've experienced it a few times, so their attention was naturally immediately drawn to this new thing released by the official team.
[ Do Some Farm Work ] also instantly abandoned his little scheme, only wanting to stay in the Graycast Corridor a little longer to see if he could get his hands on this thing.
Even if you don't have a Gundam, it would be best to get the blueprints.
Even without blueprints, it would be best to get an engineer...
With this in mind, he began to observe even more meticulously:
It was a tall, dark yellow suit of armor, with sharp, angular lines that exuded a mechanical and steampunk aesthetic.
The mecha has broad shoulders and a wide back, while its waist is slightly narrower. Through the gaps between the metal shells, you can even see the bearings and connecting rods inside, giving it an appearance of excellent flexibility.
The mech's limbs, despite having thick plate armor, still possess obvious deformable features. [ Do Some Farm Work ], who has some research on Graycast Corridor technology, has no doubt that each of the mech's limbs hides some special weapon.
It's already quite an achievement to be able to integrate so many things into a mech that's less than four meters tall, and judging from the soldiers' awe-inspiring gazes, this person seems to be the lord of their satellite city.
In other words, there is still a living person inside this mech!
Although I had expected this, [ Do Some Farm Work ] still felt that this arrangement would leave very little space for people to ride in, unless...
Two warning orange-yellow beams of light shone down from the mecha's eyes.
Once it reached the edge of the city wall, it stopped moving and simply looked down at the crowd with a scrutinizing gaze.
For ordinary players, this gaze was simply swept over, and even when Kebola and Hall were caught, it didn't pay much attention to them.