284 Counterattack (2/2)
”Why are there so many green-skinned creatures? We can't seem to finish them off!”
”Yes, where did these green-skinned creatures come from?”
”They claimed to be from Eternal Kingdom.”
”They claimed to be heroes of the Underworld, the beacon of freedom and some Pioneer nonsense.”
”Some claimed to be junior high students.”
”It's highly abnormal. I haven't seen such green-skinned creatures in all my life.”
In an Ogre tent, several leaders hectically discussed the strange occurrences during the past two days of battle.
The powerful Ogres were crushing the green-skinned creatures over the past two days, so they had the attitude of being playful. Since then, there were continuous waves of attack from the green-skinned creatures, even at midnight. They formed groups of hundreds and charged fearlessly at the Ogres' camp. They couldn't be annihilated completely. Were they not going to sleep?
Though the Underworld didn't have sunlight to differentiate between day and night, it was normal for the Underworld creatures to sleep at 10 pm. How did the green-skinned creatures survive without sleep?
The Ogres were both mentally and physically exhausted. They were thinking of exhausting the combat power of the green-skinned creatures before invading the village, but the situation seemed to suggest that the Ogres would collapse first.
The Ogres blew their invasion horns. They could no longer delay.
…
In the Winterfell Dungeon Lord Main Hall.
Red tea swirled in a classy wine glass. Andrew held a glass of bloody chrysanthemum tea and stood in the Dungeon Lord Main Hall as he surveyed the huge Winterfell underneath the balcony.
He was able to see half of Winterfell, including the detestable Adventurer's Guild in the old district.
He even officiated the grand opening of the Adventurer's Guild as the Winterfell Dungeon Lord.
That land should belong to him!
Andrew narrowed his eyes, inflamed with jealousy!
That hateful Sherlock was the VIP of the Merchant Alliance and the savior of Winterfell. He had countless loyal and fearless servants. As he saved Winterfell, he demanded a King's ransom.
He even had an unknown relationship with the Fallen Angel. Andrew had seen the Fallen Angel first, but she invited Sherlock to be her dance partner.
All of these things inflamed Andrew with jealousy. He was the main character, the evilest superior Devil. He came to Winterfell to make himself look good. Once he returned to Eternal Fire, he could boast of his management experience in Winterfell. But now, all that glory was stolen by that Lord Sherlock.
Everyone praised him and his citizens. Nobody cared about Andrew. Nobody!
”Lord Andrew, a reporter would like to interview you,” Andrew's assistant said.
Andrew looked vicious. The reporter would praise him in the newspaper!
He started scheming.