157 Troop Formation? (1/2)
The Merchant Alliance was gathering all its resources to block the advances of the Ancient Gods army.
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”Zi, zi, zi…”
A Blackiron Dwarf was smoking a red hot metal stick on a comfortable rocking chair.
He was Eternal Kingdom's Blacksmith and Trainer—Simba.
Beside him was Mufasa, who was stirring the mixed clay in the cauldron.
”Cousin, where did you say the green-skinned monsters went? They all disappeared. Nobody's forging.”
”I… I don't know. I heard they were fighting the Ancient Gods,” Mufasa replied.
”Fighting the Ancient Gods? Are they using that to entertain themselves? Forget it, there's no fun without my apprentices, but an occasional moment of peace is most welcome,” Simba leaned on the rocking chair and said comfortably.
The nearby Brainiac stood at the Teleport Portal in a daze.
Succubus Evelynn sat in the Commercial Area, trimming her nails. There were very few creatures in the auction transaction area.
Moroes held two cups of bloody chrysanthemum tea and walked towards Simba and Mufasa.
In the Dungeon Lord Main Hall, Eggface was busy looking for the computer device. Sherlock left with the gamers, and it wasn't easy for him to sneak in. He wanted to take a look at the rolling Undead computer game.
It was a peaceful and serene day in Eternal Kingdom.
At Fortified Area No. 10, which was the Eternal Kingdom's Co-defense Area.
”Great Lord Sherlock, I'm in charge of Area No. 10 during the war period. I'm in charge of supplying Eternal Kingdom. You may call me Logistics Officer,” a Sludge Monster with a wet cloak and a matching style of the Underworld said softly to Sherlock, who walked out of the Teleport Portal.
Behind Sherlock, a continuous stream of Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men walked out in a mess.
Occasionally, there were some who were fighting and fooling around, but most of them were jovial.
There were some who were particularly serious, and one of those gamers shouted, ”Be serious! It's war! Don't disgrace Sherlie!”
These words fell on deaf ears.
”Thank you for providing troop supplies, Logistics Officer. Tell me, what supplies are you providing in this area?”
Sherlock put his hands behind his back. He didn't notice the chaotic gamers raiding the fortified area.
”We have fresh clay, 100 hand-held Magic Machine Guns, 20,000 sets of armor… etcetera. Your troops… they are moving the cooking cauldron?” the Sludge Monster, who was introducing the troop supplies, shouted anxiously.
Sherlock turned his head and looked in the direction that the Logistics Officer was pointing and saw a few gamers rolling the cooking cauldron on its side towards the Teleport Portal.
”Oh, they are showing their valor and fearlessness. Think about it, a group of ambitious creatures who are fighting for the Underworld and peace don't need cooking cauldrons,” Sherlock said without emotion.
”Please continue.”
”Oh… I see. Then there are… wait, are they removing the tents?” the Sludge Monster shouted in shock.
The empty space behind Sherlock was lined with rows of tents, which were prepared by Winterfell.
The gamers were removing the tents and the ground pins that were used to fasten the tents. They carried the items in convoys to the Teleport Portal.
After gazing at the gamers, Sherlock said confidently, ”They don't expect to survive the war, so sleeping is an insult to them. They are doing this to show their frustration. More or less.”
…
Beefballs stood on high ground and observed his temporary allies. At the fortified area of Eternal Kingdom, outrageous acts were occurring.
The army was in a chaotic formation without any discipline. They were like a touring group of creatures.
Why were there Goblins and Houndhead Men in this serious and dignified war against the Ancient Gods army?