Chapter 85 Chapter 86 Beating
Jima lowered her hands that were covering her eyes, stood up, and bent over. The traces of bright light on her retina faded, and Drew was already holding a knight’s sword in one hand and a shield in the other, the sharp sword tip aimed at Jima. The beautiful figure of the flower fairy floated beside him.
With a smug smile, the flower fairy looked enchanting and seductive, her ample bosom prominently displayed. She held a string of dragon teeth necklaces in her left hand and wrapped her right hand with thorns, raising it toward Jima and said:
“You better surrender obediently, that way there will be less bloodshed, and it won’t damage the furniture of my future bridal chamber.”
Jima replied, “Impressive, still thinking about deceiving at this point.”
Drew took a step forward, pointing his sword at Jima’s nose, “Succubus! Don’t confuse the pure love between me and the flower fairy with the sordid relationship between you and the hero!”
The flower fairy covered her mouth and chuckled, “I’m solely focused on loving Drew.”
“You said the same thing to George last time. I’m just the dog-headed man beside you.” Jima took the opportunity to create a lie, “You even begged, saying: ‘George, you’re the strongest and most powerful man I’ve ever seen, I want to have a baby with you. If you don’t want a child right now, you can first try my backside.’ Tsk tsk, even went to wash your backside, truly impressive.”
Drew’s face turned red. He desperately told himself that this succubus was spouting nonsense, but his mind couldn’t help but believe her words. The discordant images kept appearing in his mind.
The flower fairy was washing her backside by the creek…
He shook his head and roared angrily, “How dare you slander the pure flower fairy?”
Jima looked at the flower fairy with her black eyes and said, “Am I wrong? Green Dragon Tris, we meet again. Last time you bled all over after being stabbed by George’s big sword; how are you feeling now? Have you laid any eggs?”
“Flower fairy” chuckled, “Jima, I just love your optimistic spirit; even when death is approaching, you are still stirring trouble.”
Jima was quite disappointed: “I thought big bad guys liked to reveal the truth when they were sure of victory.”
Not many knew about dragons. Jima happened to be one of them. She was aware that the green dragon was a cunning creature that loved to deceive and distort intelligent beings. While other dragons enjoyed collecting shiny things, the green dragon collected victims as souvenirs.
It seemed that Tris had her sights on Drew, wanting to deceive him to death. Jima originally wanted to see the look on Drew’s face when Tris revealed the truth.
“Guess why I’m standing here chatting with you?” Tris suddenly clenched her right hand, and several sharp thorns emerged from beneath Jima’s feet, tightly binding her legs, streams of crimson blood flowing down the thorns.
Apparently, the thorns had been slowly advancing through the cracks in the floor tiles during their conversation.
Jima suppressed the excruciating pain and gazed at Tris.
“Now my bridal chamber won’t have damaged furniture,” Tris said, “Does it hurt? If it does, just say I’m wrong and kneel down to beg me, and I might ease up a bit.”
“Don’t let her dirty your hands.” Drew stepped forward with his sword raised, “Let me use her learning to cleanse the insult against you.”
“Drew, do you wish to die?” Jima said calmly, as if discussing the weather, “If you kill me, George will surely avenge me.”
Drew hesitated. The pain from being knocked down by a punch a few days ago returned.
Tris spoke with disappointment, “Darling, are you going to go back on your word?”
“I’m just worried her blood will stain my carpet,” Drew said, dropping his sword and reaching for Jima’s neck with his bare hands.
Jima suddenly said, “Wait.”
“What is it? Asking for mercy?” Tris smiled, “But I won’t let you live long; I’ll make Drew act faster.”
Jima looked fearlessly at the pair of iron hands in front of her and said, “My reinforcements are arriving.”
Drew looked puzzled, “Reinforcements?”
Tris’s expression suddenly changed; she raised her hand sharply, causing the thorns to surge and bind Jima, pulling her down with herself, as a strand of thorns slithered toward Jima’s neck.
“Boom!”
A wooden door large enough for a cart suddenly fell off the threshold and flew toward the bed. A beam of white light rushed in front of Tris, transforming into a tall figure that swung a sword fiercely toward Tris’s head.
Tris was startled and pushed her strong legs off the ground to retreat. But she couldn’t escape the giant sword, which struck her shoulder, threatening to slice her in half.
Tris suddenly turned into a cloud of fog and appeared outside the window, holding the dragon tooth necklace in her right hand, shouting, “Goodbye! When I return, you all can die!”
George dashed to the window, only catching a glimpse of a dragon flying away into the sky.
“There’s an assassin!” Drew shouted loudly, his expression tense, pointing his sword at the incoming priestess Jenna, “You are attempting to murder a legitimate lord!”
Jima tore the sharp thorns off her body and pitifully said to Jenna, “It hurts! Sister Jenna, heal me.”
Jenna placed her hand on her with sympathy, a shower of small light fell, healing her external wounds.
George raised his sword, ignoring Drew, and walked in front of Jima, asking, “What’s happening?”
“Damn it, don’t underestimate me,” Drew said, “If you dare to kill me, I’ll chop off your succubus servant’s head with one sword stroke.”
After saying that, he waved the sword at Jima, who was four meters away.
“You’ve finally come,” Jima said, “Those two idiots were foolish enough to chat with me. I knew you’d come to my aid after seeing me disappear.”
Drew aimed his shield at George, bent down, his eyes turning red, the sword tip pointing directly at Jima, his voice low and threatening, “My guards are on the way! Get the hell out of here!”
Jima impatiently said, “Quiet. Didn’t you hear that woman? This place is set with a barrier that hasn’t worn off yet. How foolish.”
Drew’s taut nerves suddenly snapped. Under the pressure of life and death, he let out a battle roar and charged directly at Jima, the brightly shining blade swinging toward her.
In the next second, he flew backward, the shield smashing against the wall while he tightly gripped his sword.
George stepped forward, kicking the long sword from his hand, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall.
Drew laughed, “If you have the ability, kill me, justly righteous one.”
George raised his sword.
Drew said, “I understand now; no one will obey your commands, hero. You’d rather let the city fall than kill me, the commander, while claiming to protect everyone in the city. You ask me to open the granaries and distribute food, but you are truly hypocritical to the point of making one gag.”
Just then, the barrier vanished, and someone outside suddenly shouted, “There’s an assassin! An assassin!”
“The hero is attempting to assassinate the lord! The hero is attempting to assassinate the lord!”
The voices were exceptionally loud, impossible for ordinary people to produce.
The camp erupted in chaos. Jima rushed to the window and stood in front, looking outside, where torches lit up like fireflies under the night sky.
“It must be Tris’s scheme.”
Jima looked at George, who was holding a sword with one hand gripping Drew’s neck and not letting go.
Drew’s eyes turned red, sharp fangs extending from his lips. In despair, he accepted the “vampire virus,” rapidly transforming into a vampire.
Now, there was no way to move forward or retreat. The three could not simply apologize for stepping on the broken door panel and leave Drew to become a vampire.
George could temporarily overlook Drew’s vampire identity, but Drew was not so sure.
“Don’t kill him,” Jima said, “He’s not a true vampire; he hasn’t been poisoned. Someone spread rumors making him believe he’s actually turning into a vampire.”
George loosened his grip, and Drew rubbed his neck, laughing, “What joke are you telling?”
Jima replied, “I’m not lying. There is a supernatural ability that can turn lies into reality; you’ve fallen into a trap.”
“Oh, oh, oh, you’re willing to reveal the truth, and I’m truly grateful.” Drew’s increasingly red eyes fixed on Jima with a mocking look, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting. You plan to stabilize me, turn me into a puppet to manipulate, and when the green-skinned are all dead, it will be my turn to die.”
“You congenital brain-damaged creature!” Jima said, “Being played around by a green dragon, and I’ve told you the truth, yet you still don’t wake up. You have no idea what happens when you give a green dragon a dragon tooth necklace!”
Drew smirked, saying, “Seeing you so angry proves I’m right.”
“Ha.” Jima sneered, “You have no idea how terrifying it would be for a dragon that breaks free from its seal and regains its peak power after obtaining the dragon tooth necklace.”
The dragon tooth necklace was not just an ordinary necklace; it contained the extraordinary characteristics of dragons, which would definitely be a great supplement for green dragons. Otherwise, the green dragon Tris wouldn’t have zeroed in on this necklace.
A dragon returning to its peak…
The situation was already dire, and now adding a green dragon as an enemy would wipe out any advantage their side had in terms of extraordinary power levels.
If only Drew could cooperate.
Drew continued to scoff, “A demon spewing lies.”
George said, “She’s not lying.”
“Tsk tsk tsk, the great hero has spoken.”
Jima said, “Give him a punch to the head.”
George tightened his fists and raised them, his azure eyes peering at Jima in confusion from beneath his helmet.
“Maybe a punch to the head will straighten out his messed-up brain.”
George swung his fist hard into Drew’s forehead, causing Drew to tilt his head, colliding his cheek against the wall, feeling dizzy.
At this moment, footsteps echoed down the corridor. A group of attendants armed with swords and shields rushed in. Seeing the situation, they immediately scattered, swords pointed at George, shouting, “Let the lord go!”
“Are you saints attempting to commit murder?”
For a time, everyone was shouting and arguing.
Jima sighed and shook her head.
George raised his hand, a non-dazzling orb of light emerging from his fingertips. Now everyone could see Drew’s blood-red eyes and sharp fangs.
Someone yelled in alarm, “It’s a vampire!”
This sound reverberated back through the crowd.
Jima seemed to see rumors spreading at the speed of light throughout the city, eventually turning against Drew.
George said, “We’ve discovered that Drew is a suspected vampire—”
“So, just now he was being manic.” Jima continued, using her “lie ability,” “We subdued him, and fortunately, he still has room for rescue, but he must be locked up.”
Drew groaned, about to open his mouth to argue.
George tightened his grip, choking him, and turned his head to say, “I will lead everyone to resist the green-skinned. Please trust me.”
Unfortunately, the transfer of power was not that simple.
George hardly convinced the attending guards; he was only taking temporary charge.
After the discussion, someone came to report:
“Not good! Someone opened the city gate and ran away!”
“Where’s the officer? Quick, close the city gate!”
No one responded.
George looked around and realized he did not know which officer was responsible for this matter.
Everyone was in chaos; eventually, George had no choice but to personally lead the soldiers to close the city gate, even resisting a wave of green skin.
The next morning, investigations revealed that rumors had spread wildly the night before, with claims of both the hero and the lord perishing, spreading panic. Behind this, Jima did not believe it was without Tris’s interference.
Consequently, hundreds of soldiers escaped through the city gate. Unfortunately, only half were intercepted by the green skins, greatly increasing the remaining garrison’s desire to flee.
Since George did not know the officers, after counting for a long time, he finally figured out that there were over nine hundred soldiers in the garrison. Optimistically, it was about a third of the green skins outside; pessimistically, one-fifth.
Morale was low, and with command changing hands, Jima could almost see a horde of green skins capturing the city.
The people inside were anxious, all discussing the matter of Lord Drew turning into a vampire.
At that moment, Jima walked to the dungeon; she had thought of a way to “persuade” Drew.
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This is the second update, in appreciation of everyone’s enthusiasm.
