For the Players, nothing was more attractive than quests, events, and Boss fights.
Now that the event had just ended, there were many quests, but most of them were side quests and daily commissions with subtle rewards.
That way, for the Players who had recovered from liver cirrhosis caused by the event, fighting a Boss was like celebrating a festival.
It wasn't as if many Players were unaware of Zonyan's deep grudge, but this was the real world and there was no plot CG to explain what was going on. Moreover, the famous Lu Xun once said that the joys and sorrows of people could not be connected, which was why they really just wanted to fight a Boss.
Anyway, driven by their obsession to defeat the Boss, the Players were able to break through the defenses of the Feral Gnolls easily, and charged straight into Grayclaw's encampment. That being said, the Feral Gnolls were like rabid dogs that only knew how to attack, and it was hard to say if their messy formation counted as a defense …
Zonyan kicked a Feral Jackal that lunged at him. The God of Treachery's debuff aura wouldn't do much damage even if he slashed at it, and it was better to just kick it away to slow it down.
His heart sank as he glanced at the camp.
The Grayclaw tribe had set up many defensive facilities outside their camp, and Zonyan had thought that it would be a hard fight just to get close to the ramparts. But in the end, none of those facilities were activated.
No, it would be more accurate to say that 'nobody activated it'.
There were no Grayclaw tribesmen in the Grayclaw camp, only the Feral Jackals as far as the eye could see.
"Your old home is quite big." Vulcan said to Zonyan as he stepped on the center of gravity of a Feral Jackal's back, preventing it from getting up no matter how hard it struggled. "Where should we go now?"
Being a major tribe that ruled over nonhumans, the Grayclaw camp was in fact a war fortress despite its name. Not only did it have tall ramparts that were second only to human cities around it, the interior area was also quite large, and it was completely different from other nonhuman settlements that were only a little better than primitive settlements.
"I can't hear any of my tribesmen around here …" Zonyan said somberly as he looked around. "Damn it! What did Swordtail do!?"
"Anyway, let's enter the camp first. There are more and more Vicious Gnolls coming from the frontlines." Joey said from the side, "Although they can't do much damage to us, some of the players who were suppressed by them have posted that the Ferocious Gnolls would loot them everywhere. Some of their companions have already committed suicide and returned to the city … In short, we have to find the Boss as soon as possible!"
As a matter of fact, it was very troublesome for Players to commit suicide due to the existence of the Game System. Normal attacks dealt little damage to themselves, which was why the most common solution was to find a high enough height to jump off. Moreover, there was an urban legend among the Players that there was a bug in falling damage, and Marni had mysteriously fallen to his death when he jumped off a rock that was less than half a man's height.
But now it seemed that the God of Betrayal's ally damage debuff also included his own damage.
"Keep the change."
Zonyan's expression was somber as he turned towards the depths of the camp. "I have a general idea where he is."
With that, he wasted no time and led the Players all the way to the former holy land of the Grayclaw tribe, the Cave of Heroes.
The path to the Cave of Heroes was actually filled with all sorts of traps and mechanisms.
Zonyan had been formally brought in for a ritual before, which was why he knew a little about the path outside.
Still, Swordtail wasn't a regular tribal chief, which was why he didn't know the specific location of the traps and mechanisms. He had to destroy everything along the way to reach the deepest part, which was why the Players found a complete mess when they arrived at the tunnel.
Hence, they ran all the way to the deepest part and finally saw the culprit who had left the nonhumans in such a state.
Swordtail Grayclaw was standing on an altar, a skull brazier that burned with green firefly light and kept wafting out thick, pungent smoke.
"Zonyan, you're disrespecting the spirits of our ancestors by bringing so many outsiders into our holy land!"
Swordtail said mockingly, licking his lips.
"You're the disrespectful one, Swordtail! What are you doing?! Where did you bring everyone?! "
Zonyan barked fiercely.
"Everyone? Aren't we all here? I'm so disappointed in you that you can't even see that, even though you're a former tribal chief. "Swordtail said sinisterly.
Zonyan looked towards where he was pointing and realized that he was referring to a pile of human-shaped ashes in the brazier, and felt a surge of rage shooting straight to his head.
"I'd thought that you've only taken the wrong path, but now it seems that your very nature has been bewitched by the Evil God …"
Even though there was a choking stench around them, Zonyan took a deep breath and did his best to calm himself down.
"How could you address that person that way? He is a supreme being and the incarnation of Justice. I would definitely lead the nonhumans to new glory as long as I have his grace!" Swordtail exclaimed, his hand reaching out towards the brazier fervently.
"Don't sully Justice! True justice is the 'righteousness' that will never be bewitched by evil and will not be crushed by reality, and the 'righteousness' that will not abandon anyone and fight against the strong and help the weak. What you've inherited is just a will that has been bewitched and distorted like a puddle of mud by the evil god's ideology! "
Zonyan exclaimed loudly. "I won't try to persuade you anymore, because there's no chance of redemption for you."
As he spoke, he pointed his longsword at Swordtail. "Let us continue our unfinished duel! This time, I'll show you what true Justice is! "
Zonyan's familiar spirit had directly attached itself to his sword, causing his entire body to shine with the radiance unique to spirit swordsmen. Coupled with his powerful words, he was no different from a hero who had run out of the ranks of knights.
Swordtail glanced at Zonyan who was acting all righteous, and then at the Players behind him who were raring to go, listening to those weird-headgear mumbling something like 'Aren't you done yet?' 'Wait a minute, Zonyan is fighting the Boss', 'Isn't Zonyan a Legendary Unlucky Hand? Would he only drop some white grade equipment when he fights the Boss?', 'That's right, why don't we just ambush him?', 'What do you know, youngsters need to be virtuous?', 'I have a bottle of rat tail juice that increases attack speed, do you guys want it? Ten coins a bottle, ten compensation if it's fake!', Swordtail's face couldn't help twitching a few times.
'Is your damned Justice leading these fools to gang up on me?
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