Upon hearing this, everyone knew that Archbishop Luorui'er must be inside that cave.
The players in charge of leading the teams were immediately filled with a burning desire for revenge, but they forcibly suppressed this emotion in mind their mission.
[ Why Not Q? ] said to the Gungnir members around him:
"We'll call for reinforcements now. Please hold them off."
"No problem."
The young Gungnir knight gestured to his companions, who brandished their spears and their prosthetic Hoofed Beast accelerated, instantly encircling the old servant.
[ Why Not Q? ] He glanced longingly at the battlefield before being interrupted by his two companions.
"Hurry up and plant trees! These are children we rescued from the church's basement; we can't let them die here!"
Upon hearing his companion's words, [ Why Not Q ]'s expression instantly turned serious. He dismounted and began digging a hole.
At the cave entrance not far away, two Gungnir spears swept across, but were perfectly blocked by the old butler's two maces, producing a metallic clang.
The force of the recoil traveled along the spear shaft to their hands, and the expressions of the two Gungnir knights immediately changed—
This man is incredibly strong. His movements may seem simple, but the power they contain is something these young people cannot withstand. In addition, the hammer amplifies this force to some extent, and the presence of the poison forces them to be on high alert when facing this formidable enemy.
During the clash between the two sides, several more men dressed as servants crawled out of the cave. Although they did not look as terrifying as the old steward, they were not ordinary people either. As soon as they crawled out, they immediately joined the battle, clearly playing the role of servants in a large family.
Although the Gungnir are well-trained, due to their status as native NPCs, their actual strength is only equivalent to a player's level 10 or so, and there is still a significant gap between them and the Middle Tier.
The few guys who crawled out of the burrow and fought them were all Middle Tier. Although the symbiotic plants looked ordinary, even the weakest Middle Tier should not be underestimated, especially since they did not have the ability to resurrect like the Soul Returner.
On one side were Low Tier cavalrymen fully armed, and on the other side were Middle Tier family guards. The two sides thus began a bloody battle in the sparse forest.
Fitz Province, Black Pine City Province.
After the "Tree Giant" broke through the North Gate and captured the northern city wall, and the militia defected and captured the southern city wall, the remaining two directions were quickly breached as well.
Although the mischievous nursery rhyme about " Ginseng Rooster " had been circulating in the city for several days, the civilians, powerless to resist, chose the safest course of action when faced with this new armed force occupying Black Pine City —staying at home.
Obviously, a few days of hype cannot make the slogan "No taxes when the Son of God comes" as convincing as if it were from another world. However, as game NPCs who have no animosity towards the players, it is already the best news that the common people do not cause trouble.
The Soul Returner entered the city like the rising tide, sweeping through every street and alley, wiping out the Holy Crusaders who had escaped from the city walls and refused to surrender.
The Soul Returner who entered through the South Gate had a new mission: to completely cut off Archbishop Luorui'er's escape route.
Led by [ Ginseng Rooster ] and others, hundreds of Soul Returner arrived at Luorui'er's nearly empty mansion and reached the secret passage in the basement.
After confirming that their sealed tunnel showed no signs of being opened, the players together extended their vines and quickly completed the process of loosening the soil and opening the tunnel.
"Activate night vision, disable translation, [ Aluode ] Operation, commence now!"
After confirming that there were no problems with the tunnel below, [ Ginseng Rooster ] took the lead and jumped down, starting to move forward along the tunnel.
His movement speed wasn't particularly fast, and given the limited time, while the tunnel wasn't so bad that one could only crawl through it, it was almost like crawling with one's back bent.
The cave was hot and humid in early summer, and the players quickly felt their clothes soaked with sweat.
Considering the distance between the archbishop's residence and the city walls, [ Ginseng Rooster ] couldn't help but sigh that the nobles in this game were more professional in terms of wasting resources and manpower.
After walking a while longer, he saw seven or eight corpses in the walls of the tunnel.
These corpses had already begun to decompose in such an environment. Although no microorganisms have yet been identified in the World of Disorder, this does not prevent Psionic Energy from encroaching on the ecological niche of the decomposers.
Looking at those somewhat decaying faces, [ Ginseng Rooster ] confirmed that some of them were the same card-playing guys he had met at [ Dragon Roar Egg Yolk ]'s intelligence station.
They were indeed conscripted to dig tunnels, and after they finished, they were "laid off" by the company.
I wonder if they received their wages before they died...
The group continued forward, and the sounds of clashing weapons gradually became clearer. They knew they had passed beneath the city wall and were about to reach the exit of the tunnel. As a result, they became even more excited and prepared for battle.
And on the ground not far away--
"Bang!"
The two heavy hammers struck together, shattering the Hoofed Beast's head sandwiched between them with a single blow.
The Hoofed Beast didn't even have time to neigh before it collapsed, and Gungnir on its back didn't have time to get off either, one of its legs being pinned down by the dead Hoofed Beast.
Just as the old steward was about to step forward and deliver the final blow, three spears shot out from three directions simultaneously, managing to save the Gungnir player from his grasp.
Within minutes, more than a dozen young knights had been defeated and lost their mounts.
However, because they cooperated very well, they have not suffered any serious injuries so far.
On the other hand, the old steward who wielded dual maces, although he was also a Middle Tier, was inferior not only to Middle Tier Grand Knight Commander like Motley, but also to those Grand Knight Commanders who had entered the Dungeon as bosses.
Seeing his hammer blow blocked by three spears, a look of resentment appeared on the old steward's face.
Damn it!
It's always been like this: whenever he defeats one or more people and tries to kill them, there are always a few people who stop him.
The level of teamwork among these people far exceeded his expectations; it was perhaps the best he had ever seen in his life.
Who on earth trained this group of guys?