Fortunately, judging from the reactions of other players on the forum, no one had time to turn on screen recording during this raid, so it's likely that no one will know about being carried away by the Dragonborn.
He treated his wounds with the tools he carried, thankfully his leg wasn't injured [ Good Times Don't Last n't last long]. Finally, he stood up again and asked the Dragonborn:
Where are we now?
"It's about three or four hours south of Black Locust Town."
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He glanced in the direction the Dragonborn had pointed, then turned to look at the destroyed supply depot, his expression conflicted.
Sensing that his boss seemed about to clash with the Holy Crusaders, the Dragonborn quickly intervened:
"Boss, calm down, boss!"
[ The Good Times Don't Last. ] Taking a few deep breaths, he finally calmed himself down and walked towards Black Locust Town, saying as he went:
"Just you wait, I still have some savings..."
As the winter morning sun shone on the layered rooftops of Fir City, residents near the North Gate heard a sound that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
They felt familiar with the sound because the moment it reached their ears, they realized it was the sound of the north gate of Fir City opening; yet they felt unfamiliar with it because they hadn't heard it for some time.
Curious and bored citizens peeked out of the windows of second-floor houses, while many more came out of their homes to join in the fun and spontaneously gathered by the roadside.
They soon witnessed an unexpected sight—
A large number of Holy Crusaders soldiers swaggered into Fir City from outside the Fir City gate, some dragging enemy corpses, others carrying frozen fish and supplies captured from the warehouse, looking like they had returned victorious.
Among the onlookers were some players, and even though most of them had no idea what was happening outside the city, they all had some bad guesses when they saw the familiar frozen fish and supplies.
One person observed particularly closely; it was none other than [ Ginseng Rooster ], who had been "reincarnated" and re-entered the city.
He had only been online for five minutes, and before logging on, he had been browsing the forum and already knew what had happened outside the city last night.
Looking at these arrogant Holy Crusaders, [ Ginseng Rooster ] silently clenched his fists. No, he couldn't let them continue to be so ostentatious.
[ Ginseng Rooster ] was racking his brains for a point to use for a personal attack, while the triumphant Grand Knight Gorn had already begun boasting among the crowd about last night's battle.
He did this not because of his flamboyant personality, but because he believed that this method could effectively deter the rebels lurking in the shadows. After all, the enraged Holy Crusaders had even thrown some of the rebels into the river to feed the fish the night before, resulting in many of the corpses looking somewhat mutilated.
You only have one life; wouldn't you be afraid to see something like this?
Isn't such a bloody scene enough to deter those rats hiding in the shadows?
He sneered inwardly, but on his face he wore an air of invincibility:
"Under the planning of Archbishop Antiya Lisi and Commander Marba, we officially eliminated a rebel stronghold outside the city last night! The rebels put up a stubborn resistance, but were completely wiped out by our army, the stronghold was destroyed, and their plot was successfully thwarted..."
He deliberately avoided mentioning the specific location of the stronghold, fearing that the city's residents would wonder why the rebels could build their stronghold so close to the city so quietly. Instead, he emphasized the battle scenes and the strength of the Holy Crusaders.
The Ginseng Rooster in the crowd frowned, finding the words utterly grating. It wasn't just because the so-called spoils were his own companions, but also because the tone of the conversation, so evasive, sounded exactly like a leader reporting only good news and hiding the bad at an annual meeting.
However, since this Grand Knight Commander had such a leader-like demeanor, he quickly found his own appropriate role—
At the company's annual meeting, there were onlookers swarming around.
He quickly got into character and soon began muttering to himself in the crowd:
"That's amazing, Grand Knight Commander!"
"Right?"
A passerby casually chimed in.
"Of course! Bringing back so much stuff, people who know the situation would think we've wiped out a rebel army, while those who don't would think we've gone on a robbery."
Although the sound of the Ginseng Rooster was not loud, it was enough for all the surrounding citizens to hear.
Upon hearing this, everyone stepped aside, afraid that blood might splatter on them.
Having learned from his previous experience of being publicly beheaded, [ Ginseng Rooster ] was no longer so reckless. This time, he chose to hit and run, saying things like, "Won't all these heads be a case of killing innocent people to claim credit?" and "These heads look like my fellow villagers?" in another place. Soon, he stirred up a large group of citizens who were looking at him with suspicion.
The Holy Crusaders, basking in the joy of victory, failed to notice [ the Ginseng Rooster's ] subtle actions, allowing him to follow them all the way and spread rumors for over an hour.
Objectively speaking, the significance of this victory is undoubtedly great.
Most of the civilians in Fir City still considered themselves to be on the opposite side of the rebels. Under the long-standing propaganda of Antiya Lisi's men, the rebels were believed to be capable of almost anything except cannibalism.
Therefore, not wanting to die, they instinctively sided with Antiya Lisi and Marba.
The two commanders in Fir City also took this opportunity to stabilize morale. Antiya Lisi used the victory to offset the negative effects of the rumors, while Marba used it to establish his voice within the local Holy Crusaders.
Both sides were satisfied with this, but there was clearly someone who wasn't so happy: the only one Soul Returner didn't benefit from it.
The consequences of those Soul Returner are always severe, but it will take some time for the situation to develop...
Valhalla, the ancient castle.
Ed spent the entire morning browsing the forum until noon, practically completely absorbed in it.
The whole thing was actually quite simple: two knight orders raided the player-built outpost.
However, the players' ability to create such outrageous content was simply too strong. Ed initially opened the forum with the intention of understanding the situation, but later he completely went into hiding and started reading the players' wildly imaginative speculations.
However, Ed isn't really in a position to offer direct help in this matter.
Setting up supply depots was a spontaneous act by the players. If they had chosen to ask him for help, he would have naturally let things proceed as planned. However, it seems that the players want to resolve this matter privately. Several players with some money, led by [ Good Times Don't Last ], have started raising funds on the forum, seemingly to offer a bounty on the head of the Grand Knight Commander.
Then I'll just have to watch the show; it'll be good to see how they perform.
Thinking of Motley, who was still working as a mold maker, Ed couldn't help but lament that offering a bounty on the Grand Knight Commander was a real waste.
But then another question popped into his mind:
How exactly was that supply depot exposed?