136 What Nonsense Are You Spouting? (2/2)

”Er, we'll put these matters to rest. What did the Ogres do to you?” SealHeadLingChong asked.

”The Ogres didn't stay on that barren land for long. They left not long after,” Salted Fish recalled and said.

”But they left behind the Large Lizards. After thousands of years, they have seriously threatened our survival! They will attack our tribe occasionally! We can't stand their attacks. We want to kill those Large Lizards!” Salted Fish stood up in anger and shouted furiously.

”How many Large Lizards are there?” SealHeadLingChong asked.

”Currently, there are thousands of Large Lizards in the surrounding areas. The marsh in front, which used to be our homeland, was infested with the most Large Lizards. There are thousands and millions of them! The entire marshland was occupied by these Large Lizards!” Salted Fish said.

”That's serious,” Dragonborn nodded and said.

”Ah… then we have to call for reinforcements. There are too many Large Lizards for us to deal with…” SealHeadLingChong said in disappointment.

TakeASpearHit thought for a while and said to Salted Fish abruptly, ”D*mn you.”

The situation was awkward. Salted Fish was looking crazed. He stood up and unsheathed his Short Sword.

”Waaaaaagh—!”

”I'm scolding him!” seeing Salted Fish about to attack him, the vulgar TakeASpearHit pointed at the dazed SealHeadLingChong and shouted. Then he said softly, ”Gosh, this game AI conversation mechanism is too sensitive…”

”I see.” Salted Fish calmed down and put his Short Sword back. He sat down and said, ”This is my story. If you're willing to accept our request and destroy those Large Lizards, we'll try our best to thank you! Please help us!”

The Marsh Inkspewer bowed deeply to the three of them.

”Of course, we'll help! Those Large Lizards attacked us, and they're our enemies. We'll help you exterminate them!” TakeASpearHit said.

”Thank you very much! We'll provide as much assistance as possible. For example, by returning your equipment. The equipment belongs to your friends and family members?” Salted Fish said with gratitude.

”Apologies, we weren't able to collect all the equipment as there were strange Skeleton Soldiers who appeared and took the equipment. We only managed to gather this much.”

Salted Fish clapped his hands, and many Marsh Inkspewers brought baskets of equipment over.

”Ah! My equipment!”

Dragonborn saw his Breastplate because it had his name on it. All of his equipment was engraved with his name.

TakeASpearHit charged over, and his hands trembled with excitement as he searched the basket. He muttered to himself, ”Rich, I'm getting rich. I never expected that my luck that had been bad all the time would change for the better. Veteran gamers, apologies. I'm coming for your equipment… Gosh! An Adjudicator's Kite Shield and Superior Equipment! I'm rich, I'm rich!”

While TakeASpearHit was searching, SealHeadLingChong had found a set of Superior Equipment.

”That, Salted Fish.” Dragonborn did not steal the equipment belonging to other perished gamers. Instead, he asked, ”Is there a safe location for me to go offline? Is there a place to rest?”

”We've prepared a resting room for you,” Salted Fish said solemnly.

”We've also prepared three Darting Birds. After your rest, we hope that you can ride the Darting Birds and hurry back to the Dungeon to get your army. Please help us!”

”What bird did you say?”

The three gamers looked at Salted Fish and asked.

”Darting Birds,” Salted Fish said casually.

…

On a street in Winterfell, a cafe with brightly lit magical lamps was open for business late at night.

The sign on the door had the words ”py Transaction.” That was the name of the cafe.

Most of the working Underworld citizens had either returned home or visited the busy night market after a day of work. Few creatures would visit the cafe. There were not many patrons in the cafe at this time.

Sherlock walked to the entrance of the cafe. He took out the letter and checked the address, then he entered.

”Welcome. We only have red tea. Is that good for you~” a smiling Slime, who was standing by the entrance, said to Sherlock.