Chapter 179: Adding PVP Points! (1/2)

“Why are you just standing there?!”

Simba was the first to recover, having often been chased around Lancaster by the city watch for his thievery.

He turned to find the noblewoman, who had not spoken to them much on the journey because of her lofty stats but was somehow left witless by the old man’s words.

“Run!” He shouted, frowning.

The noblewoman did a double take, throwing trouble glances between Simba and the skinny old man before picking up Gwendolyn and hurrying away.

“Simba, what should we do?” Zazu asked worriedly—it was obvious that he didn’t want to get mixed up in the affairs of nobility.

“It’s too late to run.” Having rich experience in making his escape, Simba observed the speed of the city watch soldiers, did a mental calculation and quickly got a conclusion. “We’ll have to stay here and hold them off.”

“Is that necessary?” Zazu asked, puzzled. “We are not their targets… right?”

“Zazu, look carefully,” Simba instructed him instead of answering.

“What?” Zazu was only left confused.

“The names over those Codo Bosra soldiers are red, and there’s a HP bar beneath.”

Simba slowly drew his sword and said with composure. “According to Uncle Mufasa, they are enemies.”

“That’s it? That’s why we have to fight the soldiers of a city?”

Zazu held both hands over his face and looked at Simba as if he was crazy.

“That’s not it. I want to fulfill my promise to Uncle Mufasa too,” Simba said seriously.

“Promise? Oh, protecting those people…”

“Brother, Gwendolyn and her mommy… they need help…” Nala whispered, gently tugging at Zazu’s sleeve.

Though they did not know each other for long, the two girls were almost the same age and had already sparked a friendship.

“Aaaaaargh! I know, I know, okay?!”

Zazu drew out an arcane staff that was almost his height behind him, and assumed an attacking pose.

Simba nodded in pleasure as his eyes sharpened.

While they could pretend to be ordinary children and talk to the soldiers, delaying them without fighting, the city watch was not people-friendly policemen. In fact, they were closer to—or worse than—those cops who would start firing their guns the moment something doesn’t strike their fancy.

After all, killing a handful of irritating peasant brats was nothing noteworthy to the city watch.

Therefore, attempting conversation with the soldiers would be handing them the initiative.

Moreover, Simba did not want to experience the feeling of placing his own fate in the hands of others, after having gone through so much difficulty to become a believer of the God of Games and obtain the power he strived for.