When the villagers carefully came out to check on the situation, they found Terry and Jom picking up something in the snow. The once smooth snowfield was now a mess, most of the snow had disappeared, and there were all sorts of strange marks and bloodstains on the ground, it looked like a terrible battle had taken place here.
But the problem was, there were no corpses.
Leaving aside the two teenagers who were still alive, there wasn't even a single dead chocobo or mountain bandit corpse on the scene.
Could it be that after all that fighting, even the ground was battered like this, not a single enemy died?
Was this a friendly match?
"Don't worry, we just have a special technique for dealing with corpses." Guessing the villagers' doubts, Jom stood up and handed the chocobo's loot to the village elder, "Look, this is the meat we left behind after we killed the chocobo."
The village elder took the bird meat with a dumbfounded expression, 'So what did you guys do to leave such a huge chocobo with only this pile of bird meat …'
"No need to thank me, we don't take credit for our good deeds, if you have some family heirloom knife or the best sword in the village you want to give us, that's not a problem!" Jom saw the villagers' faces full of questions, and immediately began to shut them up with a bunch of bullshit.
Want to ask questions? Sure, hand over the good stuff first. If you don't have anything good, then don't ask.
"Sigh, you guys are in big trouble." The village elder sighed, and silently handed the cold, creamy chicken meat in his hand to the middle-aged hunter beside him. Without waiting for the equally confused hunter to say anything, the village elder went into 'story mode' with Terry and Jom, and began explaining to them, "The mountain bandits that are looting everywhere aren't hard to deal with, our village has the best hunters, they can even kill a creature like the Dragonfang, a few mere bandits are nothing to us. But the problem is, the mountain bandits have a backer … "
"Backer? Something like the Society of the Secret Eye? "
Hearing the old man's words, Jom immediately became excited.
Looking at the situation, maybe he could trigger an event mission?
"Society of the Secret Eye? What's that? " But the old man looked confused, he coughed dryly, "No, it's not that kind of thing … About two years ago, the leader of the mountain bandits was lucky enough to form a contract with a dying barren giant. It's a giant earth elemental monster, after the barren giant recovered, it became the barren mountain bandits' backer. Traps can't trap it, arrows can't penetrate its skin, even the Sacred Army in the Courtyard of Grains was defeated by it … "
"You guys killed so many mountain bandits, they'll definitely come for revenge." The old man let out a long sigh and said, "We have to go to another village to lie low. How about you come with us? With us around, the people in the other villages will definitely accept you. "
Jim immediately understood what the old man meant — he wanted to use them as free bodyguards on the road.
"Why is it that when you're the victims, when your home is threatened, instead of thinking about how to fight the invaders, you're thinking about how to escape?" Terry couldn't help but ask before Jim could say anything.
He then looked at the other villagers, but realized that none of them had the courage to stand up against the bandits, this made Terry very unhappy.
"You don't understand." The old man seemed a little sad, "Once, our neighboring village rebelled against the mountain bandits, and in the end, the leader of the mountain bandits led the barren giant and slaughtered everyone in the village. They even burned the place to the ground, the light of the fire could be seen even from our village … When we got there, there was only a dog hiding in a water tank …"
As the old man finished his sentence, the villagers silently opened up a path for Jim to see the village entrance with a single glance.
There was a sickly gray Shar-Pei Terrier lying on the ground.
He originally thought that the skinny dog was just a stray in the village, he didn't expect it to have such an inside story.
"Then you guys run, Terry and I will stay here to buy you some time," Jim decided after a moment's thought.
He wasn't interested in being the villagers' bodyguard, compared to that, fighting the mountain bandits was more to his liking as a player, even if it meant dying in the hands of the barren giant, it was still better than leading a bunch of villagers on the run.
"You guys … Hey."
The old man shook his head, deciding that Jim and the others wouldn't listen to him, so he didn't say anything and just led the villagers back to the village, planning to move as soon as possible.
"Jim, even though I know what they're going through, I still feel terrible," Terry sat down on the snow, his face sour as he complained.
"Then when the time comes, we'll just kill some mountain bandits to vent our frustrations," Jim replied casually.
"Then do you think we can beat the giant?" Terry asked again, his mood seemed to improve a little when the topic of the giant was brought up, "I've never seen a giant in my life!"
"I haven't seen it either. But I don't think we can beat it, we couldn't even beat the black-robed bishop in the dungeon, the giant must be stronger than that dead face. "
"Eh … then wouldn't the experience points I earned be deducted again?" Terry puffed up his face again, making a disgruntled noise.
"I don't think we'll make it back to town in time to ask for reinforcements … Hm? Speaking of which, I remember there was a new function in the system update … "Jom muttered to himself," O Game, grant us new life! "He opened the system page and started searching." There it is, there it is, the Player Forum! "
"What's the use of that?"
Terry scooted over, but he couldn't see Jim's system page.
"Looks like we can use this to communicate with other players … Hm, is this a tutorial from the great god? Let me see, first we need to create a new thread … Do we even need a name for the thread? Terry, what do you think we should name our thread for help? "Jim asked his friend for advice.
"My butt is cold."
"My butt is good … Duh, your hot drink's gone, of course it's cold sitting in a pile of snow! Be serious! "
"How about 'Bandit Crusade'?"
"I think it's too standard … And if there's no benefit, there might not be many people willing to help." Jim sat cross-legged in the snow for a while, then an idea came to him, "I've got it, let's call it 'Save the Children'! There's also a picture upload function, you can lie down in that hole and pretend you're defeated, I'll take a few pictures for you. "
"Eh, but it's so cold …"
"I'll treat you to some fish soup after this is done."
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