Chapter 781 - Retaliations Never End (2/2)

“To be honest, it’s not strange that Roland can kill an Evil God, but it’s unbelievable that he’s faster than the official plan of conquest. Is he a bastard son of one of the game producers?”

“I’m quite curious about Cornucopia who swore to get back at Roland. Are they still confident of challenging Roland?”

“I haven’t heard about them recently.”

“The guild is already gone.”

“What happened?”

Then, the informed players told them what happened in another thread.

Three months prior, Charles, the chairman of Cornucopia, declared that they would fight Roland relentlessly, and they did.

However, Roland’s counterattack was imposed only two days later.

Firstly, the royal family of Hollevin dropped their cooperation with Cornucopia and shared detailed evidence of Cornucopia’s tax evasion.

They also announced that Charles would be wanted if he didn’t pay the taxes. Having no choice, Charles could only pay up. He had truly committed tax evasion, and he thought nobody knew. He didn’t think that the underdeveloped tax system in this world could trouble him. However, the royal family had hired a lot of players as advisors, and many of them were familiar with tax investigations. After that, the people of Cornucopia were hunted by the Guild of Assassins.

Not only was the leadership assassinated, but their heads were also chopped off and delivered to unknown places.

The leadership’s levels dropped by almost five levels.

Then, negative rumors about Cornucopia were sung over in all the taverns in Hollevin.

The rumors included their tax evasion, forced transactions, selling unqualified goods, framing their business competitors, etc.

Under the successive strikes, Cornucopia lost their cohesion. A lot of people left even though Charles promised them huge salaries.

The guild didn’t even survive for three months after the strikes began.

Charles, for one, had deleted his account. It was already level zero anyway. He might as well create a new account instead of being killed all the time.

“No wonder the market price is stabilizing.”

“That’s what I said. None of those monopolizing capitalists are good. The market is normal the moment they fall.”

In fact, not just the players, the other merchants in Hollevin felt like a mountain was removed from over their heads too.

The NPC merchants had always hated Cornucopia, but nobody dared to piss them off as the guild was the Golden Sons’ chamber of commerce.

They had learned the lesson that nobody who pissed off the Golden Sons ended up well.

The vampires were gone. The bandits in Hollevin had been mostly killed too.

As for the gangsters in the cities, they were like grasses that were cut again and again.

Anyways, no matter where the Golden Sons went, the safety level had significantly increased.

More importantly, the Golden Sons were particularly nice to the untouchables and asked them all the time if anyone was mean to them, promising to serve justice if the answer was yes.

Having been lashed for eight years, the rich merchants and nobles already knew how to keep a low profile.

Even the slaves were treated much better than before.

They had to keep a low profile. There were a hundred Legends, and countless Masters, among the Golden Sons. When Hollevin had almost become a garden to the players, a strange team traveled across mountains and forests to the edge of Wetland City.

After a brief rest, they took off their disguise and came to the gate of Wetland City openly.

Wetland City was already the most important business center of Hollevin.

A tremendous number of wagons passed through the city every day. Businessmen and travelers were entering the city 24 hours a day.

When those people appeared at the city gate, the merchants in line whispered to each other for a moment. Then, they moved aside and gave way. The city guards, on the other hand, nervously gathered into two lines and blocked the gate.

Outside of the gate was a group of fully-armed elves.

The captain of the guards, wearing standard armor, spoke in a casual and graceful tone. “Elves? You don’t seem very friendly. Is there anything I can help you with?” “I am Ans.” The young elf in the lead slightly bowed. “I’m one of the members of the Elven Council of Elders. I’m here to negotiate with the master of Wetland City on behalf of the Mother Tree.”

“The Mother Tree?” The captain was a player. Many players had lost interest in adventures and simply worked in the army for a reasonably good salary. “You mean the World Tree?”

“Yes,” said Ans coldly. “Several months ago, some of the Golden Sons invaded my people’s lands and slaughtered a lot of civilians. They even assassinated our queen. It’s a disgrace to the elves. We demand compensation.”

“Your queen died because she sacrificed herself, right?” The player chuckled.

“You were one of the invaders?” Ans turned extremely cold. He clutched his vine staff so hard that his fingers became pale.

“Not exactly. I was too weak to participate.” The player smiled and said, “However, I’ve seen the video… or as you elves put it, the magic footage of the past. I know what happened in the battle.”

Ans looked better. He said, “If so, ask the master of this city to welcome us immediately!”

“To welcome you?” The player shook his head with a smile. “I’ll report this matter to the city master. Please wait a moment.”

Then, the player rode a horse away very quickly… He was a Lancer.

Ans waited patiently with a thousand elves at the city gate.

More and more wagons and travelers were jammed on the road.

At this moment, another player who wore standard armor stood up and said, “I’m the deputy captain of the city guards. My elven friends, can you step off the road? We need to keep the lines moving.”

Ans narrowed his eyes and stared at the guy for a while, before he demanded unhappily, “You think those civilians and merchants are more important than a thousand elves who have returned with wrath to seek revenge?”

“Yes, they are.” The deputy captain smiled delightedly.

Not just Ans, all the elves who heard their conversation seemed outraged.

Many of the elves took out their bows and waited for Ans’s command.

Exactly at this moment, a transparent shadow appeared next to Ans.

The purple-haired woman, who carried a sacred vibe, looked at the deputy commander and said coldly, “The Golden Sons are just as condescending as they’re rumored to be. Tell your master I’m here, and that if I don’t see him in ten minutes, the elves will wage total war against Hollevin and the Golden Sons.”