Chapter 1124: Chapter 788: Bloody Battle Against the New Power (Part 2)
His face was filled with undisguised excitement and envy, and of course, there was the almost uncontrollable violence every time demons were mentioned.
"My brother was on duty at the watchtower and saw it with his own eyes! That rain of arrows, it was like pouring water. And those bizarre bottles and jars... they rumbled past, and the demon vanguard turned to dust!"
Killing demons, the death of demons, demon jokes, are always the hottest topics in these taverns.
"Not just that!"
An Elf Ranger wrapped in a shabby cloak, a subordinate of Aryan, added in a low voice.
His eyes shone with a peculiar light, "Karas said, their discipline is frighteningly strict, not even a sound when they get injured.
"They just drink a potion and keep going. Even more outrageous is that Centaur commander... one arrow, just one arrow! An Abyssal Giant Beast’s head was gone! Boom! Like smashing a rotten watermelon!"
It was described so vividly, you would think he saw it with his own eyes.
Raelia’s shot was already getting exaggerated in the retelling.
Who knows what it will turn into when the news reaches the person involved?
"Hiss—" A sound of gasping reverberated around. Everyone in the fortress knew the horror of Abyssal Giant Beasts, one arrow to kill? Such power...
Why did Abyssal Giant Beasts become siege beasts?
Moreover, it was on the Blood Battle Battlefield, a meat grinder where various forces from the Star Realm had participated to some extent.
Because these creatures are genuinely thick-skinned, these Abyssal Giant Beasts are mostly at the early Level Eleven of Legendary, at most Level Twelve.
But they are large enough in size and are war beasts nurtured by the Abyss.
With such a huge body, killing them requires considerable time.
The legendary warriors at Blood War Fortress often had headaches from these Abyssal Giant Beasts.
Many legendary warriors’ deaths were somewhat related to these Abyssal Giant Beasts because some demons liked to make small fatal moves on the side while these warriors were dealing with the beasts.
For Blood Warriors below legendary, the Abyssal Giant Beasts were nearly irresistible war carts, evoking some fear.
For legendary and above, the beasts were a nuisance, like a sticky stink ball that had to be handled cautiously.
"Hmph, just low-tier cannon fodder, the real test comes later."
A sinister voice sounded, from a human broker in the corner, wearing a dusty, elaborate robe, twirling his goatee, and his small eyes spinning.
"But this efficiency, bragging about the damage ratio, it’s rather peculiar.
"What do you think of the fortress commander’s announcement? ’Free Warriors’? Heh, those ’Hunting Ground’ tickets aren’t easy to get."
He was clearly weighing risks and potential profits—do the Night Watchers need supplies? How would the spoils be divided? Are there new trading opportunities in that fortress? This information meant wealth.
However, among the chaotic reports at present, if there is any credibility, the Night Watchers probably didn’t need much ammunition resupply.
Almost every report explicitly mentioned the Night Watchers’ relentless ammunition firepower.
Reliable reports from the higher-ups even mentioned the substantial amount of potion supplementation during Night Watchers’ battles.
The only thing he doubted was the casualty ratio.
Whether it was rumored hearsay or some reliable information he obtained, it all suggested not much casualty on the Night Watchers’ side.
But is this right?
This can’t be right, can it?
Even with potion support, there shouldn’t be minimal casualties.
He felt it was an opportunity, yet also felt the information was somewhat chaotic and unreliable.
"Who cares if the tickets are easy to get!"
A human warrior covered in heavy, dented plate armor suddenly stood up, his chestplate engraved with a homeland emblem torn by Sharp Claws, his gaze like tempered steel.
"As long as I can kill more demons! As long as I can make them hurt! I’m going now! ’Bloodsilver Savior’?
"Listen to that title, thrilling! Much better than those who only hide behind fortresses and give orders!"
He slammed the empty mug on the table and began checking his massive Two-Handed Sword.
If there was a god by that title in his past world, how great it would have been.
Those gods who abandoned or betrayed the world were all bastards.
The past surged, fueling his anger, he must kill demons to quench his hatred.
Around him, several equally fierce, vengeful Avengers also stood up, silently preparing their gear.
For them, the Night Watchers’ victory was like a torch lit in the darkness, pointing the way to vengeance and a target to vent their anger.
The stalemate at Blood War Fortress in the Blood Battle Battlefield had lasted for years, making these flame-burning Avengers somewhat uncomfortable.
Now, with a new player, they wanted to give it a try as well.
"That’s right!" Another voice echoed, this time from a Dwarf, wiping his beloved shotgun with a greasy cloth.
Magic Power firearms weren’t exclusive to the Night Watchers, but the Abyss’s environment made them hard to match.
And he was holding some kind of alchemical gunpowder product.
Different worlds always have different developments.
"I’ve fought Blood Battles for half my life, never seen it so straightforward! Remote fire coverage, melee as steady as a Rock, and a commander that’s ruthless!
"That’s real fighting! A hundred times better than our previous piecemeal tactics! I’m joining the fun too, see if I can get some tough bones to gnaw on!"
On the Blood Battle Battlefield, the one thing there never lacked was folks willing to bet their lives to take down demons.
"Hey, big guy!" A sharp voice came from beneath the table, belonging to a dusty-faced Gnome fiddling with a few intricate devices.
"When you go, could you keep an eye out for the fragments of their thrown jars? And those crossbow arrowheads. If you can get samples, the price is negotiable. Those alchemical gadgets sound fascinating!"
A merchant’s sense of smell is always the keenest.
Most people in the tavern were naturally those mercenaries and warriors from the battlefield.
In their conversations, many were eager to participate, and quite a few had already left the tavern to take action.
This wasn’t happening just in this tavern but throughout Blood War Fortress.
Even though everyone knew that advancing the Blood Battle to truly win against demons was virtually impossible.
Many were dissatisfied with the Blood War Fortress’s stalemate, the tug-of-war balance on the Blood Battle Battlefield.
The state of battle numbed people.
Though ready to risk lives slaying demons, there was always hope the situation would improve.
And not this incessant grind.
This rare new force, even isolated from the Blood War Fortress.
It sounded like it could impact the battle situation.
Due to this, participation abounded.
Beyond these warriors, more were merchants from various black markets.
They keenly spotted the business opportunities here.
No matter what, if the new fortress stabilized, it meant a new battlefield was born.
In this damned Blood War Fortress, where years had carved up and claimed every shared resource in name and fame.
Some trades had even lasted thousands of years.
A new battlefield brought immense wealth; this was the chance for these small merchants to rise.
Although there was a risk of losing everything should that fortress be crushed by the demon army in an instant.
But this chance.
The bigger the waves, the higher the fish worth.
Not only were soldiers and warriors taking action, but these merchants were also beginning to move rapidly.
They had to bring supplies, bring personnel, bring craftsmen there.
The tavern’s buzzing discussions grew louder.
Awe, admiration, doubt, scheming, pure intent for killing, and lust for vengeance intertwined.
The Night Watchers’ first battle, like a giant stone thrown into the stagnant pool of Blood War Fortress, stirred huge ripples.
Their frigid, gray bastion shifted from a "newcomer" to prove itself to a vibrant new focal point brimming with bloody opportunities and strength in the hearts of many.
Numerous figures already left the tables, moving toward the fortress’s thick gates leading to the scorched earth outside, while a new stir pervaded the air.
After so many years.
The numb, lifeless Blood War Fortress finally saw new vitality, a new rhythm.
