Five minutes earlier, [ Practice More If You're Bad ] and his Soul Returner had already returned to Alfonso's thousand-man camp.
Tonight's raid on Fortress Number Fourteen was, of course, a staged match arranged with [ Aluode ], but precisely because it was a staged match, it had to be acted as realistically as possible.
Therefore, not all of the Soul Returner led by [ Practice More If You're Bad ] returned; the casualty rate was about 15%, and the remaining members were all wounded, indicating that they had gone through a bloody battle.
The group had already discussed this before setting off.
Tonight, everyone should fight with all their might. If you unfortunately die, officers such as [ Practice More If You're Bad ], [ Howling Pothos ], [ Retreat Drum Player ], and [ Elderly and Children Fly First ] will jointly provide "compensation" in addition to resurrection, so that everyone will not be empty-handed during the time it takes to rejoin the team after resurrection.
The players were overjoyed, and they fought with great care during the attack on Fortress Number Fourteen.
The Alliance's Fortress Number Fourteen also has similar match-fixing compensation rules, so this match-fixing incident actually involved both sides putting up a real fight.
Because of the participants, the real fire from both sides ended up being borne by the poor Alfonso's hundred-man team and Colin's skeletal soldiers, with very little actually falling on their own side.
Just as everyone was basking in the joy of the plan's great success and returning to camp with laughter, they unexpectedly witnessed a shocking scene.
Objectively speaking, the astonishment of the Soul Returner upon seeing the engulfed camp was no less than that of Atli a few minutes later.
In fact, the first thought that popped into my head when I thought "[ Practice More If You're Bad ]" was actually --
Was the viscount's acting too realistic?
Did he orchestrate this raid himself?
Isn't that price too high?
Based on his understanding of the Viscount, [ Practice More If You're Bad ] quickly ruled out this possibility.
But it was precisely because he ruled out this possibility that he became even more puzzled.
Could it be that besides the Empire and the Alliance, there is a third force of Soul Returner?
With these questions in mind, he led the remnants of the Soul Returner toward the main camp, only to be met head-on by more than twenty cavalrymen galloping at full speed.
Who are you people?!
Realizing something was wrong, [ Practice More If You're Bad ] immediately shouted.
Soon, a figure he recognized appeared among the opposing cavalry—wasn't that the super-historian [ Ginseng Rooster ]?
Then another familiar face appeared—the half-dragon who had entered a berserk state [ with Lion Hidden in the Eyes ].
The half-dragon's eyes were bulging outwards, and he seemed to have entered some kind of serious negative state.
He was repeatedly stabbing his own thigh with a weapon that looked like an iron skewer, and black blood was flowing out of the stabbed thigh.
[ Practice More If You're Bad ] I saw that the half-dragon's thigh had obvious problems; due to the spread of the deadly poison, the scales had begun to slowly fall off.
"Did you raid our army's camp?"
"Exactly!"
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] His tone was arrogant, and although he was sitting a bit wobbly on the back of the Hoofed Beast, he still mustered his spirits and stepped forward to answer.
"Which side are you players from?"
[ Practice More If You're Bad ] He gripped his weapon tightly.
Let me say it!
Another person stepped forward from behind [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ]:
"We are players of the Skeleton Alliance, or rather—we will soon be players of the Skeleton Alliance!"
"So, strictly speaking, we are now 'roving bandits'."
"What?!"
[ Practice More If You're Bad ] I can understand the literal meaning of this sentence, but I can't grasp the logic behind it.
"The reason is simple: we haven't joined the Skeleton Alliance yet, but opening a second faction requires paying respects to the leaders, and you can't go empty-handed, right?"
The cavalryman riding forward was none other than [ Gill's Cuisine ].
After receiving [ Aluode's ] invitation, he had essentially locked onto his side.
After realizing that another good friend, [ Western Sharpshooter ], had also joined the Skeleton Alliance, he had no other thoughts.
As good friends both online and offline, [ Gill's Cuisine ] also subtly inquired about [ Aluode ]'s methods for quickly gaining trust and promotion within the Alliance's mercenary system.
The other side suggested: Why not try joining the Skeleton Alliance with your own military merits?
The fact that such an idea could be come up with is certainly not entirely due to [ Aluode's ] inhuman brain.
In real life, [ Aluode ] is busy recruiting after graduation, and then he encounters the problem that all recent graduates hate to death—
"You're a recent graduate, right?"
"Right."
How many years of work experience do you have?
"..."
[ Aluode ], having repeatedly encountered setbacks, led this corrupt civilization into World of Disorder.
He told [ Gill's Cuisine ]:
Colin, the current Sandcastle Number Fifteen, is a skeleton knight who desperately wants to improve.
As long as I can find an Imperial military camp, pull off a heist, and then go to join them with some spoils, I can prove my worth and I'm guaranteed to be promoted to a squad leader right away.
Hearing his friend's suggestion, [ Gill's Cuisine ] was also tempted, so he pulled together [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] and [ Ginseng Rooster ], who also planned to join the Alliance, and formed the "Great Bandit" trio. In the following days, they gradually recruited more than a dozen people.
As the dozen or so players headed south, they observed the imperial military camps along the way. However, the defenses of those camps were all very tight, and sentries, both visible and hidden, had penetrated almost every corner of the vicinity.
Until they reached the vicinity that night, they discovered a small camp with almost no guards rotating shifts!
After listening to [ Gill's Cuisine ]'s story, [ Practice More If You're Bad ] was speechless for a moment.
In reality, [ Aluode ] is a decent person; he didn't directly tell his companions about his dirty dealings with the Imperial players.
But fate ultimately led [ the Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] and his men to this military camp, where they launched a highly successful night raid while the other side was in the middle of their plan.
Looking at the military flags and other spoils held by these dozen or so players, [ Practice More If You're Bad ] couldn't help but sigh to the heavens.
Man proposes, God disposes!
Now that the night raid is over, what else can they do?
Thinking of this, he suddenly raised an eyebrow and looked at [ the Lion Hidden in the Eyes ]:
"So, buddy, what happened to your leg?"
"It was done by a young officer, probably your superior, right? He used poison, a really potent kind."
As he spoke, he tore off another piece of rotten dragon scale stained with blood from his thigh. Even though he couldn't feel the pain, he still grimaced slightly.
Looking at the half-dragon's legs, and then at the bandit players who wanted to leave with their loot, [ Practice More If You're Bad ] suddenly had an idea.
He held up three fingers and looked at the man in front of him Lion Hidden in the Eyes:
"Brother, three gold coins, want to sell?"
"What are you looking for?"
"I'll buy your life."