Chapter: Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 114: Freedom ♂
So, here’s the question.
Should I go retrieve my token of identity?
Perro Hammerfang was a kobold who valued his reputation. It would have been fine if he hadn’t intended to join the commotion in the first place, but now that he had decided not to, what would the Desert Dragons and kobolds under his command think of him?
They would surely mock him for fearing the Second Prince’s army and retracting his command at the last minute.
But was Perro Hammerfang afraid?
Of course not. The Second Prince only had some Worg Riders, who were no match for his Dragon forces.
Besides, he was just going to scout, not to fight. This move was meant to deter them in advance!
Thinking this, Perro Hammerfang’s mood immediately improved.
He suddenly felt that going to take a look wasn’t such a bad idea.
His aide had thought of everything. Allen was clearly looking out for him, wanting him to gain more prestige among the troops.
To avoid making him dislike the idea, Allen had even suggested it when he was in a good mood.
What a good aide.
Perro Hammerfang couldn’t help but shed tears of joy, his affection for Allen growing even stronger. It was a shame he wasn’t a female kobold.
…
In the Orc Royal Court’s Third Prince’s formation, Allen returned to his tent alone immediately after relaying Perro’s military order.
Upon returning to his tent, Allen pursed his lips and quickly retrieved a bottle of perfume from under his bedding.
He took a deep sniff.
“Ah, that’s better…”
“Damn it, this is so sour. Even the guards at His Majesty’s place don’t smell this bad after a month without washing their feet.”
Allen didn’t know how to describe the smell. The sourness not only came from the rancid fur but also from the fermented stench of saliva.
In short, it was disgusting.
“Your Majesty, I’ve sacrificed a lot to lure this army over!”
“And the worst part is, I even sold my looks!”
As Allen muttered, he drew a few crooked symbols on a small sheepskin scroll.
[Based on the marching speed of the kobold army, they should reach the border of the Andor Empire in about three days.]
[The Desert Dragons and the dragons from Winter City are different colors; theirs are a s**t yellow.]
[This color must be disguised, or the charade will be revealed.]
After drawing the symbols, Allen checked them carefully several times.
Once he confirmed there were no oversights, he took out a copper tube, inserted the sheepskin scroll into it, and said, “Gugu, I’m sorry to trouble you.”
Allen mumbled. He then took out a palm-sized swift pigeon from his pocket and carefully tied the copper tube to its leg.
The swift pigeon was clearly intelligent. It tentatively shook its leg with the copper tube attached and, finding it secure, immediately looked up at Allen and cooed twice.
It seemed to be signaling that it was ready.
“Deliver this secret message to His Majesty the King of Winter. Fly low, and don’t get eaten by those flying magical beasts. I’ll give you an extra meal when you get back.”
The swift pigeon, named Gugu, nodded its head.
It nuzzled Allen’s fingers, expressing its reluctance to leave.
Then, under Allen’s gaze, it immediately flew out through a gap in the tent.
By now, the sun had set.
A black curtain enveloped the desolate desert.
The swift pigeon didn’t need to worry about being discovered as it flew; its small size meant that even the dragons would ignore it.
Allen watched his Gugu leave with tears in his eyes.
Then, he squatted down and took out a box.
He opened it gently.
Inside, more than ten pigeons were peeking out curiously.
“Guagua, Taotao, Guoguo, Huihui… I’m sorry to trouble you.”
“Peck peck—”
In the dim night, more than ten swift pigeons flew out one after another, heading towards the Winter City army.
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Winter City’s formation.
“Master, ah~”
Loli’s lips curved into a sweet smile.
Her red lips parted, and a soft, tender voice emerged.
Her fair, delicate hands seemed to be bathed in a soft glow under the sunlight.
The tender pads of her fingers held a small, honey-baked cookie, which she gently placed into her master’s mouth.
“Good, good. Delicious, delicious. Roar roar roar~”
Xi Wei narrowed his eyes. While accepting the treat, he couldn’t resist playfully nipping at the little maid’s finger, causing her to giggle shyly.
He was currently lying on Connie’s broad back, leisurely flying. His head rested on Ruo Yi’s smooth, fair thigh – it was an utterly blissful experience.
Following behind Connie were over three hundred players who had class-changed into dragons.
Most of them were carrying people, but even so, they couldn’t accommodate all the players. After all, the number of Dragon players was still too small.
Below the flying unit, more than fifty Star Maguses and Priests followed closely on horseback.
As the view soared higher, behind the cavalry unit, a group of players without mounts were running themselves ragged, sweating profusely.
“Holy crap, I’m done. The King of Winter is totally inconsiderate. Can’t he have some sympathy for us players without mounts?!”
“Less… talk… more… running… talking… drains… stamina… faster!”
“Look at God! I swear!”
A player’s exclamation drew everyone’s attention.
They looked in the direction of the shout and saw the Xuan Jia Camp guild members running at full speed. They were marching in neat formation, not a single person out of place. Even stranger, each of them looked calm and composed.
At the forefront of the Xuan Jia Camp guild, leading them, was their guild leader, ID Call Me Arin.
After some time, Call Me Arin still had that expressionless, composed demeanor.
The only peculiar thing might be his attire. He was bare-chested, revealing his well-defined muscles, but he wore overalls, exuding a cool and philosophical ♂ aura.
Leisurely Moment was running beside Call Me Arin. He found it strange, as he hadn’t seen this player in a long time. He remembered him as a refined gentleman before.
How had he become a muscle-bound hunk? What had happened during this time?
As if noticing Leisurely Moment’s gaze, Call Me Arin slowed his running pace slightly and turned his head. A philosophical ♂ smile suddenly appeared on his usually expressionless face.
“Brother Leisurely, do you want to join the Xuan Jia Camp guild? Huff, puff…”
“We have the most professional fitness coaches here to create a comprehensive fitness plan for you, meticulously sculpting every muscle. Huff, puff…”
“As long as you join us, you too can run freely under the sun like us, exuding a sense of ♂ freedom all over your body~”
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There’s one more chapter, please wait. QAQ I overslept.
Xuan Jia Camp, Vol. 2, Chapter 18
