bullyxtreme Chapter 207 Chaos
Chapter 207 Chaos
Five years later, in Sumeru, on an ordinary late night.
"Hey! Hurry up! This shipment is very important!"
On a path near Zen Garden, a caravan was traveling under the moonlight. The mercenary in charge urged his men on while his eyes were scanning the surroundings warily.
Five years have passed since the rainforest and desert opened up trade and strengthened ties between them.
Although some stubborn tribes still resist communication with the rainforest and denounce the actions of other tribes as a betrayal of the desert, such situations are gradually decreasing over time.
Most desert dwellers are pragmatic; filling their stomachs is more important than any ethereal god-king.
If one can earn the necessary Mora through stable work, why cling to a life of constant danger?
The caravan brought food and necessities from the rainforest, established a school in Aru village, and also brought unique desert treasures and fruits to the rainforest.
Many mercenaries followed the caravan to Sumeru City, where they made a living by taking on tasks from the residents within their 30-person group.
Overall, the relationship between deserts and rainforests has entered an unprecedented period of harmony.
Until... a series of recent changes occurred.
Caravans traveling between the desert and the rainforest were frequently attacked, resulting in heavy losses of the goods they were transporting.
Many of the attacked caravans reported that the mercenaries who attacked the caravans were dressed as desert mercenaries, and the standard weapons left at the scene made the identity of the murderer obvious.
In an instant, the trust that the rainforest and the desert had just built began to crumble.
Transporting goods from the desert to the rainforest during this period was undoubtedly a high-risk gamble.
The moonlight was dim, and the roads in the rainforest were muddy. The pack animals of the caravan, pulling heavy goods, moved slowly forward by the light of the sparse starlight and torches.
For a long time afterward, there was no sound from the surroundings except for the rustling of the night wind through the bushes.
The mercenary leader in charge of guarding the caravan breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.
Thanks to the blessing of the Grass God, everything went relatively smoothly.
In the past few days, he has seen many of his colleagues return to the group of thirty with bruises and swelling, and have been unjustly burdened with debts to compensate for part of the goods according to the contract.
The captain was terrified at the thought of his companions' sudden misfortune, and in his mind he kept cursing the bandits' ancestors to the eighteenth generation with standard desert slang.
Fortunately, they were lucky today; the lawless thugs seemed to have no plans to rob.
After all, once past the Zen Garden, this place is close to the main city of Sumeru, which falls under the jurisdiction of the Thirty-Man Group and the Disciplinary Officer.
Presumably, even the most audacious robbers wouldn't dare to act under the noses of the group of thirty and the disciplinary officer...
Before the mercenary leader of the caravan could finish celebrating, a series of hurried footsteps came from the bushes to the side.
To make matters worse, amid the cacophony of footsteps, there was also a faint metallic clanging sound.
The captain's expression changed drastically. For a mercenary who had long been on the front lines of battle, recognizing the sound of weapons clashing and anticipating approaching danger was almost ingrained in his instincts.
"Oh no! Everyone on high alert! Enemy attack!"
The next moment, several masked desert mercenaries emerged from the bushes on the side of the caravan.
The attacking mercenaries each held a sharp longsword, and with a clear objective, bypassed the unarmed crowd and went straight for the pack animals carrying goods.
Caught off guard, the pack animal howled in fright and pain, then began to run wildly and uncontrollably.
The massive pack animals broke free of the wagons, scattering the caravan and creating chaos.
In the midst of the riots, many people were shot down before they could even pick up a weapon, losing their ability to resist.
"Quickly, mercenary brothers, counterattack!"
The first to react was the mercenary leader. He drew his weapon and engaged in a fight with one of the robbers, while simultaneously issuing orders to his mercenary group.
"When you fight me, focus!"
A powerful, heavy slash came horizontally, and the captain was startled. He tried to block, but it was already too late.
"when!"
The weapon in his hand was knocked away and stuck upside down in the soil beside him. The commander staggered back several steps, his hand going numb.
The blade continued to strike, the faint scent of blood lingering in the air, and the commander closed his eyes in despair.
"Barsha!"
Just then, a stern shout rang out, and the blade that was slashing towards them seemed to hesitate for a moment before changing from a slash to a slap, slamming heavily onto the back of the commander's neck.
In his last moments before losing consciousness, the commander saw a pair of unfamiliar eyes through the gleaming blade.
Those eyes were a deep red, bloodshot, and he could feel the overwhelming hatred within them.
Why? They were the ones being robbed, not the other way around.
And the name he just mentioned...
The commander was puzzled, and then his consciousness gradually faded into darkness, and he lost consciousness.
Without the mercenary leader's command, the guards in the caravan had no choice but to fight on their own, and the merchants responsible for escorting the goods were completely powerless to resist, and were quickly knocked unconscious one by one by the well-prepared bandits.
Soon, everyone in the caravan collapsed, leaving only cartloads of goods abandoned by the pack animals.
"Take all the goods and let's go."
The masked man, who appeared to be the leader, calmly gave orders, directing his men to clean up the mess.
This place is not far from Sumeru City, and the sounds of fighting just now have most likely attracted the attention of the group of thirty people.
"By the way, move them into the bushes as before, so they don't get to the monsters in the wild."
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The next day, the caravan members awoke from their coma to find that all their goods had been looted and their pack animals were nowhere to be seen.
As for the robbers who ambushed them last night, they had already looted all the valuables and left.
The group exchanged bewildered glances and sighed helplessly; this trip had truly been a waste of time.
Fortunately, the robbers were relatively restrained; they only robbed money, and none of them were injured.
After discussing it, the caravan members helped each other and entered Sumeru City to report the case to the disciplinary official.
It was assumed that this robbery case would be like the previous ones, going nowhere and disappearing without a trace. But unexpectedly, the disciplinary officers quickly identified the target.
Balsha, the name the mercenary leader heard before he was knocked unconscious, provided an important clue.
After searching through the list of members provided by Mishal, the current leader of the Thirty-Man Group, which was once part of the God-King's Legacy, the name of a former affiliated brigade quickly came to light.
A gilded brigade whose leader is missing, which has been nominally disbanded for two years and whose members are also unknown.
"Akhmar's Beard"