Chapter 127: No O Alive

  An invisible aura of authority bed everyo the se.

  Many trembled in fear, while the bolder ones sneaked gnces.

  To those who saw Yaya for the first time, her silver-white scales c her entire body made her both beautiful and terrifying!

  All the new adventurers wideheir eyes, not wanting to miss aail of Yaya's majestid imposing appearance.

  Even though they had heard from their panions that the lord had a dragon, they had subsciously assumed it was just boasting.

  It wasn’t until Yaya spiraled down and gracefully perched oop of the carriage, her long tail coiling around and her wide wings folding in, that they finally exhaled, realizing their backs were drenched in cold sweat.

  The adventurers who had seen Yaya before took great pride in expining to the startled newers:

  "What are you panig about? Yaya wo you; she's actually very friendly..."

  "Yeah, but don’t fet, Yaya’s bat power is immense. She once easily took dowen trolls in a sitle."

  "That’s right. First, she circled in the sky and then dove down with incredible force..."

  "Her breath is even more terrifying. She once banished a high-level professional into a time rift with it..."

  "That was a mysterious and powerful Arist, so don’t provoke him."

  "I heard he wiped out two or three hurolls in Troll Valley by himself."

  "Yes, aire forest was burned down by his fireball spells, and the whole sky was covered in thick smoke."

  "Looks like the goods we’re esc must be really important."

  "I’d say so too. Did you see those barbarian soldiers? They..."

  "..."

  These guys went on boasting, leaving the new adventurers pletely stunned.

  Seeing this, Matthew thought he might o establish a strategic disinformatioment.

  Keeping the enemy uain of the truth was something Matthew always focused on.

  Seeing the shod fusion on the faces of the pushcart workers and refugees, Matthew silently gave Yaya, perched above, a mental thumbs-up:

  "Yaya is amazing—she’s already mastered trolling her illusion e perfectly."

  Ihe Yaya before them was the illusion e that had flown all the way from Bay Territory.

  The little one had flown this long distance for the first time and was in a great mood, happily responding in Matthew's mind:

  "Hehe, Rebecca also said the same thing."

  Her bright eyes gleamed as she thought of getting Rebecca to return soon.

  After all, without her food-loving panioing too much alone gave her a bit of "guilt."

  That’s why Yaya was so clever!

  Steering the versation towards Rebecca, she gnced cautiously at her "Papa" and theantly added:

  "She went to her master yesterday. It seems she’s in trouble..."

  Rebecca?

  Trouble?

  Matthew’s mind fshed with the image of a mischievous, cute figure, and he suddenly recalled.

  "No wonder Yaya is free today..."

  "Otherwise, they’d both be out oreets hunting for food after training."

  "Wait, Rebecca’s master is a Druid, isn’t he?"

  "To cultivate magic yams and improve rid wheat varieties, a Druid would be essential..."

  "Trouble? That’s the st thing I’m afraid of..."

  Matthew still remembered that Rebecca’s luck value had reached "+3" yesterday.

  In the short term, her luck wouldn’t fluctuate too much.

  For now, he focused his attention ba the uping battle.

  "Pfizer Caravan, it seems we’re quite fated!"

  "I really want to know if the Bloodhand Sver Group I dealt with st time was something you orchestrated, or if it was just ‘fate’ g into me."

  Matthew couldn’t help but ect the dots between the Pfizer Caravan, the Bloodhand Sver Group, the ambush when he crossed over, and the assassination attempts from his youth.

  O could be ce!

  But too many ces meant it was iable!

  Matthew assessed the forces at his disposal, fully determio win this uping battle.

  After this battle, Bay Territory would enter a precious period of peaceful development!

  The pushcart workers and refugees were swiftly clearing the reeds at the foot of the hill.

  Meanwhile, the caravan guards, led by Adam Smith, were busy moving the carriages into the walled enclosure.

  The walls were rising higher and higher, gradually blog everyone’s view, hiding what y beyond their curiosity.

  Time passed little by little.

  The sun began to sink in the sky.

  The su’s glow bathed the horizon in red.

  The heat in the marsh gradually subsided.

  One by one, fishmen began poking their heads out of their muddy s.

  Their bulging eyes sed their surroundings as they searched for anything edible.

  Soon, they caught the st of food. With a series of gurgling cries, they began spshing through the mud.

  But before they could get close, several sharp arrows flew in from afar, skewering several fishmen.

  The ones not killed immediately let out horrific screams, and the thick st of blood spread through the marsh.

  Blood in the marsh stirred u. What had once been a peaceful se in the Misty Marsh quickly turned chaotic as various creatures, drawn by the st of blood, emerged from hiding.

  The fishmen, now numerous, quickly desded into chaos, and their violent fighting spread further and further.

  Gng at the distant chaos, Bloodhand stroked the metal handle of his axe, waiting for the bloodthirsty creatures to gather, while saying in a raspy, low voice:

  "The effect of Formu 14 is det, but it only works on mid-tier and below magic creatures..."

  "It’s not as effective on the fishmen. Their intelligence may be low, but they’re still intelligent."

  "That cludes the experiment log for Formu 14."

  After finishing his report, Bloodhand tore open the unication scroll in his hand. The gloom in his eyes disappeared, repced by a murderous ihat fred like fire.

  The fierce aura of a high-level professional drew the attention of the surrounding cavalry.

  A cloaked figure approached, took one look at the ready-to-strike Bloodhand , and lowered his head slightly, speaking in a quiet voice:

  "The Thorn Caravan didn’t e; they stayed in the same spot as at noon."

  "However, the scouts have reported seeing a spellcaster and a dragon among them!"

  "Additionally, there are fifty fully armored soldiers hidden i group of carriages..."

  Hearing the detailed report, didn’t grow angry. Instead, he gnced back at the ruins of Sweetwater Town in the distand said calmly:

  "It seems either they’ve discovered us and are trying to lure us in."

  "Or they’ve ged their pns and are ramping up development to transport more supplies and people."

  "Sihey’re not ing, notify the others to attack directly!"

  "If they want the maximum be, the’s strike!"

  "No prisoners, leave no one alive!"

  FAL