185 Winterfells Battle Campaign Scenario (2/2)
Brainiac stood without emotion in the crowd, indifferent to the pushing and squeezing.
Yoda was at the helm enjoying the new, unusual smooth feeling of control. Though the Gnomes, Goblins, and Houndhead Men were ignorant of the Airship related Mana and Mana Skills, they were extremely helpful in creating the Dragon Bone Structure, cabin arrangement, creation of a control helm, and the empennage!
”Yoda! How long are we going to fly?” Veteran Hemp Rope, who was draped with bladders, asked.
”Half a day. The speed of the Airship is fast!” Yoda shouted.
”Wah, you call this fast? I can travel half the globe within half a day.”
”Why didn't you study the map? You're making us stand for so long!”
”I hope that we don't stay like this for half a day. I want to go up. I'm regretting this. I want to go to the deck!”
”D*mn, other online games drain money, but this game drains my time and health! Can I spend money to purchase time?”
”Can I open the cabin door?”
”Gosh, don't open it. If you do, we're all doomed!”
The large Airship flew towards Winterfell in the commotion made by the gamers…
…
In the Banquet Hall of Winterfell.
Different Dungeon Lords or representatives of the nearby Dungeons were socializing cordially when a Gnome with a fake Onionhead mask walked in.
That Gnome was Dungeon Lord Onionhead.
When the Dungeon Lords noticed Onionhead coming in, they stopped their chatting.
”Welcome, Dungeon Lords and representatives. Thank you for attending the Winterfell Victory Banquet. Without your assistance, Winterfell wouldn't be able to defeat the Ancient Gods army so easily. Let us toast to the Merchant Alliance and the Underworld!”
Onionhead raised his wine glass happily and finished the red tea within.
The Dungeon Lords and representatives followed Onionhead and finished their red tea.
The Banquet Hall became rowdy again.
Nobody noticed a faintly discernible gray Mana engulfing the entire hall.
…
On the main street of Winterfell, the inhabitants of the Underworld were unsuspecting of the calamity that was about to befall them.
With various significances.
Three Hamsters hid in an alley. Big Boss sprawled on the wall and looked around for any Winterfell Garrison Guards.
”How long are we going to hide?” Second Boss asked sadly.
”Wait for our Lady. We cannot afford to be thrown into prison again!” Big Boss said quickly.
”Wait, I seem to smell… a strange odor!” Fat Otaku shouted as he cleared his nose.