Chapter 182 - The Change of the Centaur Tribe (1/2)
“Whatever!” Richards Gerald raised the short knife in his hand and shouted.
Then, the entire Centaur tribe started chanting this slogan one after another.
“Whatever!”
“Whatever!”
“Whatever!”
..
Mike looked at the scene in front of him and was slightly stunned. He opened his mouth.
He originally meant that they could say anything, as long as he could vent his emotions.
.
Though who knew that these Centaurs actually misunderstood Mike’s meaning, thinking that “whatever” was the right thing to say at this time.
He really wanted to explain, but seeing the excitement of these Centaurs, he did not have the heart to say it.
“Forget it, let them be. As long as they think it’s good, it’s fine.”
Mike smiled helplessly and shook his head.
He felt that he should leave this parallel world and return to Second World.
However, after waiting for a while, he realized that he was still in the same place.
“Why haven’t I returned? Hasn’t the mission already been completed?”
Mike looked around in confusion.
According to the normal plot of the game, the Goblins invaded the Centaurs, and then Mike led the Centaurs to revolt. This should be the completion of the main storyline mission.
Why haven’t I returned?
“We still don’t know your name. May I know your name?”
“F*ck!” Mike subconsciously said this, not hearing the question clearly.
By the time he reacted, it was too late.
“So your name is Lord F*ck?” Richards Gerald looked at Mike excitedly.
“Long live Lord F*ck!”
“Long live Lord F*ck!” the Centaurs began to cheer around Mike. Some Centaurs even took the initiative to pick Mike up and throw him into the air before catching him.
Mike was completely dumbfounded.
Lord F*ck?
Wait, so this was how Lord F*ck came about?!
Mike did not expect things to develop like this.
He actually accomplished this even in the parallel world.
In other words, the reason why the Centaurs in the Second World game believed in Lord F*ck was because a human had done something similar before?
Mike smiled helplessly. History was indeed surprisingly similar, even in parallel worlds.
Mike tried to stop them from calling him “Lord F*ck”.
However, these Centaurs were very excited and did not listen to Mike at all.
After they put Mike Down, Mike said,
“Uhm, please wait a moment, uhm…”
Mike wanted to explain his name, but these Centaurs all looked at him with anticipation.
“What’s the matter, Lord F*ck?”
“Do you have any orders, Lord F*ck?”
Mike could not say it.
Forget it, Lord F*ck then.
Mike reached out to cover his face and compromised. He pointed at the Goblin corpses on the ground and said,
“You guys should quickly clean up the scene. If you pile these corpses here, after a while, the corpses will become smelly, rotten, and even cause a plague.”
Hearing this, the excitement of the Centaurs immediately diminished, and they began to get nervous.
Many Centaurs began to dig holes with their horses’ hooves and then pile the Goblins’ corpses into the holes to bury them.
Mike nodded in satisfaction and went back to his cabin to sleep.