"Yes, Commander, I will keep that in mind."
The priest following behind accepted the order earnestly, then fell silent and simply followed.
Since Grand Knight Commander Marba became Commander of the Marba Legion, he has become increasingly unfathomable.
While the previous Grand Knight Commander was equally meticulous and dedicated in his work, his style of action did not seem to be as decisive as it is now.
Can the amount of power one wields truly have such a significant impact on a person's character?
The squad leader pondered to himself, while Marba, walking ahead, remained completely unmoved.
A long lifespan means a wealth of experience, especially since he held a very prominent position in the Demon Realm for most of his life, and the things he came into contact with were incomparable to those of ordinary long-lived beings.
Marba had extensive experience in dealing with the issue of the elite troops looking down on local troops, as mentioned earlier.
He had resolved similar situations more than once before; otherwise, the demon alliance would have fallen apart long ago.
But those were the glories of the past. As for now?
When the Demonic Tide erupted, the demons, who had the lowest tolerance for chaotic Psionic Energy, collapsed first, followed by humans, elves, and other races.
Today, Marba can foresee the world after it has been completely eroded and assimilated by the Demonic Tide.
However, given his resistance to Chaos Psionic Energy, he probably won't live to see that day. When that day comes, this world may face its own end.
He thought for a moment, then turned and gave the order:
"Tell those Holy Crusaders of the Second Legion that their camps are burned, so be it. From this day forward, they are all members of our Legion, and they rightfully have a place in our garrison."
"Yes."
The squad leader behind them responded again, and the group gradually moved away from the chaotic residential area.
At the intersection ahead, a tall figure slowly appeared. It was entirely grayish-white and had completely lost its human form, with only a large number of thick branches waving wildly.
If it weren't for its ability to run and jump, it would probably be no different from a roadside tree.
Looking at the dozen or so calm and collected priests before him, the tree-man emitted a sound like tree bark cracking and ripping.
"After the curfew, no one is allowed to roam the city. Anyone who violates this rule will be killed!"
In the real world, on a certain chat software.
[ Mysterious Goblin ]: "Dude, I just searched in the player ID exact search box, but I couldn't find a player named [ Duma ]?"
[ Dark and Heavy Secret ]: "Silly Fu, they're using a foreign server, you need to search for 'duma'."
"I see, buddy."
On the other side of the screen, the [ Mysterious Goblin ] suddenly realized something and typed [duma] into the search box, but still found nothing.
He raised an eyebrow, feeling that asking his companion would make him seem less intelligent than average, so he decided to find the player himself.
He then tried entering [Duma], [DUMA], [DuMa], [dUmA], and even [-DUMA-]... In short, after trying all the possible combinations, no matching players appeared below the search box.
Having pulled out quite a bit of hair, he sent the screenshots and his conclusions to his friend again, once again earning the label of "foolish luck":
Why take it so seriously? Maybe they don't even speak that language family.
"That makes a lot of sense, buddy."
The [ Mysterious Goblin ] in front of the screen suddenly realized something again, but other language systems were really difficult for him. If it were normal nouns or verbs, he could use the translation function to copy and paste, but for things like names that were purely transliterated, even the translation function wasn't so easy to use.
After using his brain for a while, [ Mysterious Goblin ] found this quite interesting, so he wrote it down and planned to explore it slowly later.
Meanwhile, on the official forum of the World of Disorder website, a post brimming with resentment is gaining increasing popularity.
[The " Fir City Operation " is a new mechanism not mentioned in the update announcement.]
Clicking into the post, one is immediately struck by a rant from player [Clear Soup Master] who's "opening the door to his mother":
"When did the developers add this new mechanic? Why is the BOSS running around like crazy in the middle of the night? I was on my routine night patrol when I bumped into a group of priests coming out of the residential area."
"According to the rules set by Antiya Lisi, I could have legally and legitimately killed these enemies. But I didn't expect there to be a master among them. That guy who looked like a squad leader was definitely not just Low Tier monster. He wasn't an elite monster but a BOSS. My attacks felt like tickling him. He also had a henchman who could fire shotguns. He casually snapped the branches that had been growing for several days. Now I have no hands or feet, just like a human stick, no, a wooden stick!"
"Everyone should be careful lately. If you go out at night, in addition to avoiding the Treant Hunter as usual, you may also encounter these fully armed priests or Holy Crusaders patrols."
"However, there is a way to break this. These new enemies are actually violating Antiya Lisi ' curfew order. If we can't defeat them, we can try to lure the Treant Hunter over for a three-way melee. Then we can all take advantage of the situation."
[ Clear Soup Master's] rant was full of emotion, and he even attached his defeat CG to the post.
The Iron Birch Tree Ent, which was once invincible against all other Tree Ents, has had its crown broken, and several of its thick side branches are riddled with tears.
The junction between the trunk and the roots looked as if it had been shot with deer slugs for over ten minutes, with countless tiny holes filled with small black spheres.
His post quickly garnered numerous replies.
[ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ]: "Brother, I understand you. I was shot down by a shotgun, it was so exciting!"
[ Howling Pothos ]: "The north of the city is safe for now. We can't be sure if this is the only patrolling priest team. Everyone, please be careful."
[ Zhong Lele ]: "There were no problems in the west of the city last night."
[ Aloof Gold Block ]: "For a newbie like me, has the probability of surviving the night in Fir City decreased again?"
The next day, just as dusk was falling, Duma arrived at the house in the working-class district as promised.
He was still dressed in that incongruous middle-aged man's attire. After looking around to make sure everything was alright, he pressed his mouth to the crack in the door and, somewhat embarrassed, began to give the coded message:
"Cuckoo, cuckoo~"
"Cuckoo, cuckoo~"
Two chilling clicks came from inside the door, then it opened, revealing two young men who had been waiting there for some time.
" Little Du, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for ages."
" Little Du?"
"Ah, it's just a random name. I thought calling Duma directly sounded a bit too formal. How about calling Brother Du?"
"Alright, Little Du it Little Du..."