Nothing particularly noteworthy has happened in Fir City in recent days, perhaps because the rebels have run out of tricks. Since Marba sent Gorn out of the city to take down the stronghold, the frequency of rebel activity within the city has decreased significantly.
This was naturally noticed by many, and everyone remarked that the foreign legion commander was indeed different.
Marba was not complacent about this. He had commanded countless battles, and the number of troops he had led was dozens of times larger than the current ones. Even if it was just a casual matter, it was very easy for him to save Fir City from the invasion of the rebels.
Meanwhile, within the former Second and Third Order of Knights led by Gorn, the relaxed atmosphere following the victory gradually Spread.
The Holy Crusaders noticed a fact: in the past, they had been so troubled by the rebels that they couldn't eat or sleep because they were in the open while the enemy was in the shadows. But now, with only the roles reversed, they had already tasted the benefits.
Many people even hoped that the rebels would quickly establish another stronghold so that they could once again plunder the city.
In this atmosphere, early one morning, a furtive man slowly approached a military camp in Fir City.
This is not the Second Order of Knights ' headquarters. The Second Order of Knights, which has been burned twice, has the fastest reaction speed of all military camps. Therefore, [ Do Some Farm Work ]'s first target is the military camp located on the other side of the city, which seems to be the Eighth Order of Knights of Fir City.
A scream suddenly rang out from a civilian house near the military camp, followed by a chaotic commotion of things being smashed and Shattered.
This sounds like someone broke into a house and robbed the homeowner, and also damaged the homeowner's furniture.
This scene quickly attracted the attention of several Holy Crusaders soldiers guarding the camp gate, but instead of going to investigate or stop them, they began to look for a good angle to watch the show with amused expressions.
Just as everyone's attention was drawn to that spot, the furtive man rushed out from the other side, not even glancing at the sentry at the gate before charging straight into the military camp.
The soldier, feeling a gust of wind brush against the side of his neck, immediately turned his head and could only see a figure disappear behind a tent.
In that instant, he almost lost the ability to think.
How could they just swagger in like that? Shouldn't they have sneaked in little by little?
Without thinking, he immediately shouted:
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
But another shout drowned out his cry; it was a hoarse roar filled with desperate fury:
"Die, all of you!"
"Bang!"
After a loud bang, the soldier who had just been shouting "enemy attack!" looked in astonishment as the nearest tent in the camp ahead was blown up by the shockwave. He stared speechlessly in that direction. Although there was no particularly serious explosion, some grease had already covered a large part of the camp.
The next moment, with a very obvious "whoosh," flames rose from the grease, and bright orange flames danced under everyone's feet, instantly engulfing several tents.
The soldiers in these tents screamed and crawled out, but accidentally stepped on the grease flowing on the ground. Flames climbed up their feet and onto their bodies, making their screams even more eerie.
How could this be?
The gatekeeper was completely stunned. He couldn't believe that in just a few seconds the entire camp had descended into chaos, and he couldn't believe he was the one primarily responsible.
It was precisely because he wanted to see the fight taking place in the civilian houses that he allowed the rebel to enter the camp.
But... speaking of rebels, which rebel is it?
As if in response to his question, a burning soldier who was running in a disheveled state kicked out, and a long object flew over and landed with a thud at the foot of the gatekeeper.
He looked down and saw a forearm completely soaked in grease, with a creamy-yellow coat sleeve still on it—the very garment worn by the mysterious man who had charged forward recklessly.
He... he self-destructed?
The incredulous soldier could barely hold onto his weapon; his lips trembled as he repeated words only he could hear:
"Madmen... a bunch of madmen!"
"Reporting to the boss, [ Soaring Sky 3638 ] has successfully completed the mission and Ignite the target."
A message appeared at the edge of the [ Do Some Farm Work ] screen, and this standardized response made him feel good.
The first operation went unexpectedly smoothly. As a part-time black market weapons dealer, although [ Do Some Farm Work ] had realized that this world couldn't produce gunpowder, he still managed to create a weapon similar to a large-scale incendiary bomb Oil Vine and other limited materials.
This weapon is extremely troublesome to use normally. If you are not careful, you may burn yourself or cause a small explosion due to the limited internal space, which may injure the user.
However, there is one situation where such negative effects are completely disregarded: when the user has no intention of surviving.
And that's exactly what's happening now. His Middle Eastern style of play has officially begun to be applied, and [ Soaring Sky 3638 ] is the first studio account he's been using.
A barely perceptible smile appeared on his face as [ Do Some Farm Work ] rapidly typed on the keyboard, giving his instructions:
"Great, your respawn point is the Teleportation Tree north of Black Locust Town. Your new limbs are ready there. Remember to screenshot the payment page for body reconstruction and send it to me so I can transfer the money to you."
"Okay, boss, what should we do after we're resurrected?"
"Go to the Adventurers' Guild and find [ Good Times Don't Last ], he'll continue to schedule you."
"Okay, boss."
After sending such a message, [ Soaring Sky 3638 ]'s soul selected the resurrection point mentioned by [ Do Some Farm Work ] and actually saw a notification that part of the body was ready.
This reduced the cost of his resurrection from one gold coin to forty silver coins.
He immediately took a screenshot of the page, then selected to confirm the resurrection. After a short wait, his soul began to fall.
After leaving the Teleportation Tree that also served as the Resurrection Tree, [ Soaring Sky 3638 ] immediately headed to the Black Locust Town Adventurers' Guild.
The streets of Black Locust Town were quite lively in the morning. He could tell the difference between players and NPCs at a glance. Players were always in a hurry, while the local NPCs habitually strolled along slowly, always with smiles on their faces.
He should have been cutting down large trees in the forest further north of Valhalla at this time, but instead he ended up here.
This novel feeling slightly changed [ Soaring Sky 3638 ]'s state of mind.