280 Addicted to Games (1/2)

Apple was a normal and diligent village Orc, who was in awe of the Sacred Light.

The things he saw over the past few days were things he would never forget.

He would tell the stories of the heroic Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men to his children. When he was old and rocking in his chair, he would even tell his grandchildren and great-grandchildren about it. At that time, he would gently smile and say, ”Who would have believed this silly old Orc, that there were creatures who helped me regain my homeland? They sacrificed themselves in droves of tens of thousands, shouting, 'Safety first!' Then, with a loud BOOM, they blew up the fortified walls, and the Ogre King fled in terror. I feel that I'm almost boasting!”

Just thinking of these scenes, Apple felt warmth in his heart.

The heroic green-skinned creatures had regained possession of the village. When Apple was about to enter his village to account for his properties, he found that the green-skinned creatures were entering their houses.

They ransacked the houses and removed all the items while their bodies were laden with the salvaged equipment of the Ogres. Some even sawed off the fangs of the Ogres as though they were precious items.

When Apple was feeling puzzled, Lord Sherlock told the Orcs, ”Aiya, you may not know that there is a very evil Great Devil slumbering underneath your legs. That is the reason the Ogres occupied your land. To protect your land, the first step is to remove all of the items in your houses. Don't be mistaken that we are robbing you. That is absolutely not true. This is to ensure your safety. Don't ask. If you do, you are corrupted. The second step is to excavate the land to purify the evil. This will take a longer time, a few days to a few months. I'm unable to tell you the details.”

Apple was befuddled. But he was sure that Lord Sherlock wouldn't harm him, so he let it be.

Apple saw a green-skinned creature happily removing his grooming mirror from his bedroom, and he felt a sharp, grinding pain in his heart.

He would be unable to sit in front of the mirror to comb his scalp and create nice braided pigtails. He sighed.

…

Standing in front of the large excavated pit, Sherlock wore a yellow safety helmet and surveyed the surroundings.

Behind him were a group of gamers who were watching the Plot Animation. Sherlock exerted his dominance to prevent them from coming too close, but he didn't restrain their actions.

This huge pit was the Ogres' construction site.

Compared to the professional Winterfell excavation team, it was horrible.

Sherlock wasn't familiar with archaeology and wouldn't spend money to employ professional archaeologists.

He would never employ them unless they were free.