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Chapter 373
chapter 305 part 2
This series of information underscored the severity of the situation. The relationship between the Holy Kingdom and the Slane Theocracy was far from good; for them to reach a temporary cooperation under these circumstances was telling. It was clear that the two nations had already reached some kind of consensus in secret.
Tang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly. Judging by the arrival times of the various parties and the fact that the Adventurer's Guild was only just now delivering the quest, it was apparent that all sides were still in a bit of a chaotic state. It gave him a sense of rushed improvisation.
But this situation was also normal.
Living beings killed by a Death Knight would continuously turn into undead, swelling their numbers. In the game YGGDRASIL, this number had a restriction, but here in the Otherworld, it was theoretically without limit.
The longer they delayed, the more the undead would multiply, and the situation would spiral further out of control. Most terrifying of all, if tens of thousands of undead gathered, they could potentially give rise to an even more horrifying undead.
Therefore, they had to act as quickly as possible to contain and eliminate the threat.
"The Alliance Leader has really stirred up quite a commotion," Tang Zheng thought to himself. However, he had a faint feeling that the Alliance Leader's true objective wasn't, as he claimed, to build a so-called kingdom of death in the hills.
"And the other quest?" Tang Zheng asked.
"There's no time to lose. Let's go meet the commissioner now," Guild Master Botejin replied immediately.
He had used the term "commissioner" rather than the usual "client."
Tang Zheng noted this, a glint in his eyes.
"Cuiye, Enri, you two get ready. Take out all the potions we have stored and be prepared to leave at a moment's notice."
After giving his instructions, Tang Zheng left with Guild Master Botejin.
Enri couldn't help but feel nervous. Since joining the "Free Will" Adventurer Squad, she had never once accompanied her Lord Captain on a quest. To think her first one would be an "Adamantite-rank" quest!
Upon exiting the inn, Tang Zheng saw a carriage parked quietly in the misty rain.
Without saying much, Guild Master Botejin quickly boarded the carriage, held the door open, and gestured for Tang Zheng to join him.
"Where are we going?"
This time, Tang Zheng was genuinely curious.
Guild Master Botejin's expression was slightly complicated. "You'll know when we get there."
*Crack!*
*Rumble, rumble~*
With a flick of the whip, the carriage started moving rapidly, its wheels spinning quickly and flinging up rainwater.
It was already nearing dusk, and with the rain, there were few pedestrians on the street. Thus, the carriage's speed was unimpeded.
The atmosphere inside the carriage was quiet.
With such a major incident occurring, Guild Master Botejin was naturally in low spirits, his face etched with gloom and worry.
Although the location was in the hills, it was far too close to the Holy Kingdom. No matter how much they loathed the demi-humans, they were nothing compared to the undead.
Tang Zheng also remained silent, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Events were developing much more smoothly than originally planned. Compared to the threat posed by mere demi-humans, the threat of the undead was something the Holy Kingdom and the Slane Theocracy took far more seriously.
What he was curious about was what kind of force the Slane Theocracy would dispatch.
Furthermore, it seemed a two-front battle was about to unfold—a situation where his "adventurer persona" and his "mysterious red-robed mage persona" would have to appear simultaneously.
For this, Tang Zheng was long prepared: the Ninja class skill, "Shadow Clone."
Although the ninja's clone had drawbacks like being unable to speak and having a rigid expression, his disguise as the mysterious red-robed mage was already shrouded in a red robe, with his face completely covered. So, the expression and inability to speak weren't major issues. Besides, as a magic chanter, he didn't need to get too close to others.
The real difficulty...
...was that the Shadow Clone only lasted for 10 minutes, with a full hour of Cooldown in between. Ten minutes was clearly not enough to handle the coming situation.
However!
He had already found a solution. Although it was a bit of "overkill," it was the only way.
Tang Zheng raised his gaze, looking at the window curtain which was occasionally blown aside by the cold wind from the carriage's rapid, jolting movement.
"This route..."
Tang Zheng was slightly startled. Based on the street outside and the carriage's direction of travel, they were leaving Kalinxia and heading east.
That was the direction of the fortress wall!
After nearly an hour's ride, the central keep of the fortress wall appeared before the carriage.
Even in the pouring rain, a squad of more than twenty soldiers was stationed at the city gate.
At the very front of this squad stood a slender figure wearing a black round hat, his face wrapped in black cloth, revealing only a pair of sharp, fierce eyes.
It was "Black" Pavel, one of the Nine Colors, the captain of the soldiers known as the Night Watchmen.
The misty rain blurred the view in the distance, even muffling the sound of the approaching carriage in the downpour.
However!
"Black" Pavel's hawk-like eyes seemed to easily pierce through the rain and mist, his gaze landing on the carriage that was heading in their direction.
"I knew you would accept this quest."
"Black" Pavel raised a hand to adjust the round hat on his head, a hint of relief and a smile appearing in his terrifyingly narrow eyes.
The events in the Abelion Hills had far exceeded the scope of what adventurers could handle. This was no simple matter of serving as guards, exterminating monsters, or gathering items from a dangerous area.
To be blunt, this was a problem that needed to be resolved at the national level.
For a normal adventurer, avoiding such a situation would be the most appropriate reaction.
Moreover, the "Free Will" Adventurer Squad was not an adventurer team from the Holy Kingdom, but from the Kingdom.
*Splash!*
The carriage burst through the misty rain.
With the neighing of the horse, the carriage came to a stop before the gate of the central keep's city wall.
*Shhh—creak—*
Guild Master Botejin was the first to pull open the carriage curtain and step out. He ignored the falling rain and leaped lightly from the carriage.
"Mr. Pavel."
Guild Master Botejin looked at the figure walking towards him and spoke softly with a trace of respect.
"Black" Pavel nodded. His gaze did not linger on Guild Master Botejin for long, instead shifting to the figure that followed him out of the carriage.
The pure white, loose, slightly modified cleric's robe was somewhat bright in the dim surroundings.
"What awful weather."
Tang Zheng stepped down from the carriage, brushing his rain-soaked hair, and spoke in a half-joking, half-complaining tone.
"Black" Pavel walked forward silently until he was in front of Tang Zheng. He suddenly extended a hand and said earnestly, "Thank you."
"The undead are the enemies of all living beings, are they not?"
Tang Zheng paused for a moment, then also raised his arm and grasped the hand "Black" Pavel had offered, a gentle smile on his face. "Friend."
(end of chapter)
This series of information underscored the severity of the situation. The relationship between the Holy Kingdom and the Slane Theocracy was far from good; for them to reach a temporary cooperation under these circumstances was telling. It was clear that the two nations had already reached some kind of consensus in secret.
Tang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly. Judging by the arrival times of the various parties and the fact that the Adventurer's Guild was only just now delivering the quest, it was apparent that all sides were still in a bit of a chaotic state. It gave him a sense of rushed improvisation.
But this situation was also normal.
Living beings killed by a Death Knight would continuously turn into undead, swelling their numbers. In the game YGGDRASIL, this number had a restriction, but here in the Otherworld, it was theoretically without limit.
The longer they delayed, the more the undead would multiply, and the situation would spiral further out of control. Most terrifying of all, if tens of thousands of undead gathered, they could potentially give rise to an even more horrifying undead.
Therefore, they had to act as quickly as possible to contain and eliminate the threat.
"The Alliance Leader has really stirred up quite a commotion," Tang Zheng thought to himself. However, he had a faint feeling that the Alliance Leader's true objective wasn't, as he claimed, to build a so-called kingdom of death in the hills.
"And the other quest?" Tang Zheng asked.
"There's no time to lose. Let's go meet the commissioner now," Guild Master Botejin replied immediately.
He had used the term "commissioner" rather than the usual "client."
Tang Zheng noted this, a glint in his eyes.
"Cuiye, Enri, you two get ready. Take out all the potions we have stored and be prepared to leave at a moment's notice."
After giving his instructions, Tang Zheng left with Guild Master Botejin.
Enri couldn't help but feel nervous. Since joining the "Free Will" Adventurer Squad, she had never once accompanied her Lord Captain on a quest. To think her first one would be an "Adamantite-rank" quest!
Upon exiting the inn, Tang Zheng saw a carriage parked quietly in the misty rain.
Without saying much, Guild Master Botejin quickly boarded the carriage, held the door open, and gestured for Tang Zheng to join him.
"Where are we going?"
This time, Tang Zheng was genuinely curious.
Guild Master Botejin's expression was slightly complicated. "You'll know when we get there."
*Crack!*
*Rumble, rumble~*
With a flick of the whip, the carriage started moving rapidly, its wheels spinning quickly and flinging up rainwater.
It was already nearing dusk, and with the rain, there were few pedestrians on the street. Thus, the carriage's speed was unimpeded.
The atmosphere inside the carriage was quiet.
With such a major incident occurring, Guild Master Botejin was naturally in low spirits, his face etched with gloom and worry.
Although the location was in the hills, it was far too close to the Holy Kingdom. No matter how much they loathed the demi-humans, they were nothing compared to the undead.
Tang Zheng also remained silent, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Events were developing much more smoothly than originally planned. Compared to the threat posed by mere demi-humans, the threat of the undead was something the Holy Kingdom and the Slane Theocracy took far more seriously.
What he was curious about was what kind of force the Slane Theocracy would dispatch.
Furthermore, it seemed a two-front battle was about to unfold—a situation where his "adventurer persona" and his "mysterious red-robed mage persona" would have to appear simultaneously.
For this, Tang Zheng was long prepared: the Ninja class skill, "Shadow Clone."
Although the ninja's clone had drawbacks like being unable to speak and having a rigid expression, his disguise as the mysterious red-robed mage was already shrouded in a red robe, with his face completely covered. So, the expression and inability to speak weren't major issues. Besides, as a magic chanter, he didn't need to get too close to others.
The real difficulty...
...was that the Shadow Clone only lasted for 10 minutes, with a full hour of Cooldown in between. Ten minutes was clearly not enough to handle the coming situation.
However!
He had already found a solution. Although it was a bit of "overkill," it was the only way.
Tang Zheng raised his gaze, looking at the window curtain which was occasionally blown aside by the cold wind from the carriage's rapid, jolting movement.
"This route..."
Tang Zheng was slightly startled. Based on the street outside and the carriage's direction of travel, they were leaving Kalinxia and heading east.
That was the direction of the fortress wall!
After nearly an hour's ride, the central keep of the fortress wall appeared before the carriage.
Even in the pouring rain, a squad of more than twenty soldiers was stationed at the city gate.
At the very front of this squad stood a slender figure wearing a black round hat, his face wrapped in black cloth, revealing only a pair of sharp, fierce eyes.
It was "Black" Pavel, one of the Nine Colors, the captain of the soldiers known as the Night Watchmen.
The misty rain blurred the view in the distance, even muffling the sound of the approaching carriage in the downpour.
However!
"Black" Pavel's hawk-like eyes seemed to easily pierce through the rain and mist, his gaze landing on the carriage that was heading in their direction.
"I knew you would accept this quest."
"Black" Pavel raised a hand to adjust the round hat on his head, a hint of relief and a smile appearing in his terrifyingly narrow eyes.
The events in the Abelion Hills had far exceeded the scope of what adventurers could handle. This was no simple matter of serving as guards, exterminating monsters, or gathering items from a dangerous area.
To be blunt, this was a problem that needed to be resolved at the national level.
For a normal adventurer, avoiding such a situation would be the most appropriate reaction.
Moreover, the "Free Will" Adventurer Squad was not an adventurer team from the Holy Kingdom, but from the Kingdom.
*Splash!*
The carriage burst through the misty rain.
With the neighing of the horse, the carriage came to a stop before the gate of the central keep's city wall.
*Shhh—creak—*
Guild Master Botejin was the first to pull open the carriage curtain and step out. He ignored the falling rain and leaped lightly from the carriage.
"Mr. Pavel."
Guild Master Botejin looked at the figure walking towards him and spoke softly with a trace of respect.
"Black" Pavel nodded. His gaze did not linger on Guild Master Botejin for long, instead shifting to the figure that followed him out of the carriage.
The pure white, loose, slightly modified cleric's robe was somewhat bright in the dim surroundings.
"What awful weather."
Tang Zheng stepped down from the carriage, brushing his rain-soaked hair, and spoke in a half-joking, half-complaining tone.
"Black" Pavel walked forward silently until he was in front of Tang Zheng. He suddenly extended a hand and said earnestly, "Thank you."
"The undead are the enemies of all living beings, are they not?"
Tang Zheng paused for a moment, then also raised his arm and grasped the hand "Black" Pavel had offered, a gentle smile on his face. "Friend."
(end of chapter)
