Looking at Luo Luo silently carrying the huge travel bag that was almost as tall as she was, the future Supreme Magus put her hands on her slender waist and felt her face burning.
Hilton, who was at the side, clicked her tongue in wonder. "This is the first time I've seen a follower empty-handed and a master carrying luggage."
"Shut up. At least we didn't delay the team's journey like a certain someone," Lolo retorted sarcastically.
Hilton chuckled. "How about it? Do you want me to help you? My follower is very strong."
The cleric wasn't exaggerating. His follower seemed to be a mix of human and dwarf. He wasn't tall, but he inherited the dwarves' strong ability to carry heavy loads. Hilton's luggage was at least twice that of Lolo's, but he still walked as if he was flying. However, when he heard that Hilton wanted his help, he immediately said bitterly, "Young Master, this doesn't make sense. Why must a capable person do more than others? Look at his master, he's so compassionate towards his subordinates."
"Hey, you lazy bum, don't tell me you want me to carry your luggage for you?" Hilton scolded jokingly.
"Not at all. I'm just afraid that Young Master can't appreciate your kindness to others," the half-dwarf's follower said loudly.
Rob watched silently as the master and servant echoed each other. The half-dwarf seemed to be implying something, and Hilton seemed to know something.
"There's no need for that." Lolo shook her head and strode forward with the duffel on her back.
Captain Hansen moved his lips as if he wanted to say something. However, he eventually sighed and swallowed the words back into his stomach. It wasn't unreasonable for him to stipulate that everyone had to bring one to two followers. The expedition in the Underground City would take at least ten days to a month, and they needed to carry a large amount of food and supplies. Logically speaking, adventurers shouldn't be carrying these things because they had to be prepared to deal with sudden danger at all times. Carrying too much weight would affect their agility. The monsters didn't care about chivalry and would even give the adventurers time to unsheathe their weapons before attacking.
Now that Lolo had a follower, it was useless. The young man looked more like a rich young master on an outing in the wild.
His thin and weak figure, skin that was even whiter than that of a noble, and his unbearable strength and stamina. It did not take long for him to successfully establish the first impression of 'is this guy here to act cute' in everyone's hearts. Hansen could not help but maliciously speculate that Luo Luo was bringing Robb along to use him as bait in a critical moment.
The captain couldn't be blamed for thinking this way. The young man seemed to have no other use than being a meal for the monsters.
Before the sky turned completely dark, the expedition team finally approached the Endless Sea of Trees.
This was a forbidden area. There were towering ancient trees everywhere. Most of the trees were older than human history. Apart from the ancient trees, there were also some other strange-looking plants. Without exception, they all grew luxuriantly.
However, no intelligent race would settle in the Endless Sea of Trees. Even the most nature-loving elves would stay far away from this place. In the words of the former high priest, Viola, "The nature here is distorted by a mysterious force. Such an illogical vitality makes me feel uneasy."
However, humans didn't have such qualms. There was once a small lord who coveted the fertility of the Endless Sea of Trees. Thus, he brought people to chop down the ancient trees and cleared out a small area to plant crops.
They sowed seeds in the spring and were pleasantly surprised to find that even if they were not deliberately cultivated, the crops were growing well. In autumn, they ushered in an unprecedented bumper harvest. The wheat in the fields grew to the height of two people, and the heavy ears of the wheat bent the stalks. The farmers could not believe the scene in front of them.
The small lord was overjoyed. He felt that he was too clever. He actually found a golden path to riches. He couldn't help but praise the gods and officially named the place as the God-blessed Land.
That night, he even held a grand banquet in his castle. He used freshly ground flour to bake fragrant bread, and served it with ham, chicken, and ale to the guests.
The next morning, the people who passed by were shocked by the bloody scene in front of them. The whole castle had completely turned into a slaughterhouse. There were bloody corpses and severed limbs everywhere. Even the most cruel murderer would not be able to help but squat down and vomit at such a scene.
Before he died, the young lord was still stabbing his beloved little daughter with a knife, and half of his head was chopped off by his wife. According to the only survivor of the banquet, a young maid who hid in the closet, everyone behaved normally at first. The young lord and his family were polite as usual. Everyone was laughing around the table, exchanging all kinds of tidbits about the royal family. When they talked about the secret meeting between the lonely queen and a handsome count not long ago, everyone looked at each other and smiled. Their faces couldn't help but reveal the kind of smile that only men could understand. The atmosphere couldn't be more harmonious.
During the banquet, the maid was ordered to fetch another barrel of ale from the cellar. But when she returned to the door, everything changed. The host and guests who were chatting happily suddenly drew their swords at each other. It was as if the scene of a romantic play was suddenly changed to a Song of Ice and Fire scriptwriter. The scene took a 180-degree turn.
Suddenly, everyone at the table fell into a hysterical frenzy. With bloodshot eyes, they began to attack every normal person around them. The first to suffer were the maids. Before they realized what was happening, they were already pushed to the ground. The guests who had lost their minds grabbed the sharp weapons around them. Not long after, the cries of the maids died down.
However, their screams before they died successfully alerted the castle guards.
But the real tragedy began at this time. The small lord's castle was not big, and the people in the territory were simple and honest. Usually, there was only a small team of less than 20 guards in charge of security. What was worse was that their captain, a Grade 3 Knight, was also invited to tonight's banquet. At this time, he had turned into a psychopathic murderer.
Facing the lord that they had sworn loyalty to, the guards were a little hesitant. Although they saved the young maid, they were also attacked crazily. Especially the Grade 3 Knight, who had gone berserk, was like a god. While the guards were still in a daze, he sneakily attacked and broke the neck of a guard.
The remaining guards hurriedly got into formation under the leadership of their vice-captain. Perhaps the only thing worth celebrating was that the guests of the banquet did not bring any weapons or armor. Relying on the advantage of their equipment, the guards barely managed to stabilize the situation. But everyone knew that this was only temporary. Those who had lost their minds did not seem to feel pain, nor did they feel fatigue. The second young master who had lost his arm was still like a mad dog, pouncing on any living thing in front of him.
"God above, what happened here?" The vice-captain's expression was incomparably solemn. He originally wanted to send the young maid to the nearby town to ask for reinforcements, but the latter was nowhere to be found. In fact, the vice-captain also knew that there was not much point in doing so. The militia in the town were basically farmers. After a few months of simple training, the long years of peace had made them lose the ability to fight. Even if they came, they could only be cheerleaders.
The vice-captain's reason for doing so was to boost the morale of the troops. There were only a few experienced veterans among the Guards. Most of them were young, and some were even children. In the face of such a terrifying scene, many of them were scared out of their wits. Their legs were trembling, and their grip on their swords was unstable. In a short while, they lost another two men.
The vice-captain kicked over the long table in the hall and ordered everyone to retreat to the side of the door. They were to use the narrow terrain to deal with the opposite side and delay as much time as possible. In addition, he also sent two men to collect heavy objects to block these aggressive lunatics in the banquet hall.
God knew how many people would suffer if these guys ran outside. Looking at the tragic situation in the hall, the vice-captain could not imagine what kind of disaster they would cause if they ran to the town.
And as the saying goes, when it rains, it pours. After withstanding the first wave of attacks, everyone heard a scream from downstairs. From the sound of it, it was from a young guard who had been sent out not long ago. After a while, fighting sounds came from somewhere on the first floor. Everyone's spirits were tense, and their hearts were in their throats. They wanted to help, but they could not get away.
Finally, the sounds of fighting gradually subsided until it was quiet again.
After a while, a familiar footstep sounded at the top of the stairs.
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