The Players and the Protagonist Want to Kill Me – Chapter 325

Chapter 2: New Centry (Epilogue)

Desert Dragons attacked the supply convoy.

When Adams first heard the news, he was utterly perplexed. However, being an intelligent Jackalman, he soon understood. In the entire Orc Royal Court, besides the Royal Desert Dragon Legion held by the Beast King, the Third Prince possessed the most Desert Dragons. He had recently heard news that this dog’s expedition to the Eye of the Demon was actually a slaughter of a few mid-level demon tribes to acquire some materials. They had already returned.

These Desert Dragons were surely sent by that dog.

“Damn it, what does he want? Is he trying to start a war with me?!”

With such a question, Adams, led by his subordinate Wolf Riders, quickly arrived at the scene. He saw dragons swirling in the sky, still transporting supplies without any intention of retreating. Even upon seeing Adams, they continued to steal! They clearly didn’t put Adams in the slightest regard!

“Roar!”

The roars of Venom Dragons echoed from the sky. This was actually players engaging in intra-species communication. Since they were all dragons now, there was no need to convert Dragon language to continental language.

Dragon Player A: “Brothers, that Second Prince seems to have appeared. Threat level: Nightmare. What do you say? Fight or not?”

Dragon Player B: “Let’s not… Although this Jackalman looks a bit foolish, we probably can’t defeat him. King of Winter isn’t here either…”

“We won’t fight. Let’s steal. Those who have stolen, fly back quickly. After dropping off the goods, come back and steal again. We’ll steal it all.”

Supreme Cloth issued the final command. The King of Winter had already split into two groups with them, heading to Demon City, and now all these players were under his command. Fighting was impossible; completing the mission was the priority.

Following this, under Adams’ enraged gaze, the Desert Dragons stole even more frantically. They looked as if they had suddenly encountered abundant and delicious food after starving for ten days and a half-month. One Orc Warrior clutched a package of supplies, attempting to protect it, but the Desert Dragons were like madmen. They lifted the Orc Warrior, along with the supply package, into the sky, and flew away with him.

Adams, of course, did not know that in the players’ train of thought, an Orc Warrior was also considered a type of material. This was, what do you call it, human resources!

“Stop! You damn Desert Dragons! Where is Perro Hammerfang? I want to see him!” “He will definitely pay for his stupidity!” Adams roared at the Venom Dragon players in the sky. But the players ignored him completely.

One cart of supplies was loosely packed with items like gemstones and gold coins. The players couldn’t grab much with two claws, so over a dozen dragons grabbed the cart together and lifted it away.

“Damn it, I originally didn’t want to raise my butcher’s knife against my own kin.” “But you’re forcing my hand. If you have to blame someone, blame your Master, Perro Hammerfang.”

Adams drew the scimitar at his waist, leaped up, and swung his long saber upwards. “Boom!” A crescent-shaped blood-red blade energy shot up into the sky, instantly cleaving two Venom Dragons that were looting supplies in half.

“Holy crap! Brother Frost, how did you die? Wuwuwu, Brother Frost… Hahahaha.” “Brother Frost, don’t worry, we will definitely inherit your will and steal the things back.”

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Death was inconsequential to the players. The King of Winter had set up a Temporary Resurrection Crystal before leaving, so there was nothing to fear. They continued to loot the supply packages. Steal and that’s it.

Adams watched the increasingly outrageous Desert Dragons, his lungs almost bursting with anger. He had thought killing two Desert Dragons would make them restrain themselves and leave quickly. Unexpectedly, these dragons, given an inch, took a mile, and became even more brazen.

“Good, very good, then you will all remain here today!” Adams’ wolf eyes flashed with violent red light, and he raised his head, letting out a long and clear howl. A pale red sound wave, carrying strange power, spread out. All players caught in the wave felt their minds go blank, and they could no longer control their dragon wings, falling from the sky in a daze.

“Keke… Die!” Seeing a large number of Desert Dragons falling from the sky like dumplings, Adams grinned, transformed into a pitch-black afterimage, and rapidly approached the group of players.

“Hiss hiss hiss—” The entire sky suddenly darkened, so dark that one couldn’t see their hand. It was as if the lights had been turned off! Only scarlet claw marks, filled with killing intent, lit up, spreading throughout every corner of the battlefield with Adams’ rapid movements. A series of blood-red damage numbers floated above the players’ heads, instantly tearing any Dragon players who had fallen to the ground into pieces.

“Holy crap! Run, you damn motherf***ers!” “Brothers, ascend, prepare to retreat, bring the goods back first, then we’ll come back to deal with him!” The players who were lucky enough to still be in the sky scattered like birds and beasts, grabbing their supply packages and flying away without looking back.

Adams breathed a sigh of relief, not pursuing them further. He turned around, faced his guards, and asked with a grim expression, “How much supplies did we lose?” “About thirty percent. Fortunately, Your Highness arrived quickly. If you had been any later, His Highness the Third Prince would have probably stolen half of our supplies.”

“Thirty percent, kekeke…” “Let him have thirty percent, he won’t be able to achieve much with that. But when I return to Father King and report him, all his plans will be a waste of time.” “Whatever he took, he will have to spit it all out.” Adams sneered, and in his mind, he could already picture Perro Hammerfang’s miserable appearance in the dungeons. At that time, he would definitely go and urinate a few times to quench Perro Hammerfang’s thirst.

“Alright, prepare to return to the Royal Court.” “The Human kingdoms do not welcome us. We will have to stay here permanently if there’s an opportunity in the future.” With that, Adams climbed into his exclusive carriage. It was a massive carriage pulled by three Thunder Liopleurodons. The interior space was extremely large, capable of seating seventeen or eighteen people. Inside the carriage, there were also several human maidservants waiting for him to enjoy. Adams didn’t like female Orcs because female Orcs were not edible.

Would there be any more accidents along the way? Both Adams and his subordinate Wolf Riders thought so. However, their convoy had not even traveled for half an hour when the sky-obscuring Desert Dragons returned.

This time, the Venom Dragon players not only returned but also brought baskets of feces and rocks smeared with fire oil.

“To make something perish, one must first make it go mad.” Supreme Cloth led the way, his pale golden dragon eyes full of cunning and amusement. “Brothers, we once let Earl Amper feel the love of our ‘Poop Bombing Squad’. Now it’s time to let these Orcs experience it, kekeke~”

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