Outside the dark tower, nurous high-level professionals had been guarding for more than half a day. As the sky grew darker, no movents were noticed from inside the tower.
But everyone maintained considerable patience and vigilance because they knew that once the Demon King entered the tower, it would have to co out through the door. There was no other way to leave the tower; otherwise, it would not be called a miracle.
"Everyone! Judging from the current situation, the Demon King is trying to test our patience! Rest assured! The supply convoy I arranged has arrived nearby! Everyone can take turns resting and replenishing your energy!"
Along with the voice of the Grand Duke emanating from a magical white pigeon, a convoy of wagons stopped several hundred ters away from these professionals, carrying food, potions, and other supplies ant to support the professionals stationed here.
"Your Grace, you’ve thought this through so thoroughly! Rest assured! Even if we have to wait another month, we can hold out!"
A burly professional with a large steel hamr strapped to his shoulder imdiately responded to the white pigeon, patting his broad chest to show that with or without support, it didn’t matter.
However, not everyone shared this sentint. So professionals on the outer periter of the encirclent imdiately approached the supply convoy to reward their stomachs.
For these high-level professionals, freedom of action was very important. They were summoned by the Duke to fight the Demon King for the sake of all humanity, but they didn’t want to adhere to the rigid rules like an ordinary military.
The first one to approach the convoy was a tall male archer with a black cloth covering his eyes. His appearance made it easy to assu he was blind, but ironically, he was an archer, which made him seem quite peculiar.
"Give water, and so dried fruit."
He swiftly made his way to the window of the first wagon and imdiately requested.
A servant in the wagon quickly provided what he wanted—naly, a water bag and a pouch of dried fruit. The professional took them, glanced at them with his eyes covered by the black cloth, and then turned to leave.
Suddenly, another person erged from the wagon, wearing ill-fitting servant clothes, and hurriedly asked the departing archer:
"Please wait a mont, sir! Has the Demon King appeared? We also want to make our contribution!"
The words startled the servant who had handed over the water and food because he suddenly realized he didn’t recognize this person who had appeared out of nowhere.
But the Moonfall Archer who had just received supplies didn’t care about such interruptions. Without turning back, he replied:
"The Demon King is in the tower; if you don’t want to die, don’t get close."
From his words, it was clear he didn’t care about the identity of the person asking questions; he was only issuing a warning. This confidence ca from his strength, being a high-level professional who didn’t need to care about what a weakling thought.
"Brothers, the Demon King has appeared after all! Our chance has co!"
The questioner then returned to the wagon, took out sothing resembling a walkie-talkie, and started communicating.
From this, it was clear he was definitely not a local NPC but a player who had specifically followed the convoy to scout the latest movents of the Demon King.
Thanks to his report, so people dressed in various outfits quickly erged from the nearby woods, players waiting in this world to fight the Demon King. They had been preparing for this mont for a whole month.
"Damn Arjit! If he was willing to cooperate with us, things wouldn’t be so troubleso!"
At this mont, a young man in casual clothes complained, saying they had gone through so much trouble to find the Demon King’s whereabouts, but if that insider at the top was willing to help, it would have been easy. But he wasn’t keen on helping.
"You think that guy would cooperate with us? He’s a foreign player! And a much stronger foreign player at that! It’s good enough he doesn’t declare war on us!"
Another young man in a short-sleeved shirt responded, indicating the casual-clothed youth was daydreaming.
"So what if he’s stronger than us? When it’s ti to die, he’ll still die! I propose we all team up to take him out! We’ll split his equipnt equally among those who contribute!"
The casual-clothed youth protested, wanting to unite the group to achieve this goal.
However, another middle-aged man in a plaid shirt imdiately interrupted after hearing this:
"You better drop the idea! Based on my investigation these past few days, that Arjit is a famous Lizard Tar from India, a player with exceptional survival skills. Targeting him would be more trouble than it’s worth!"
These people discussed and gradually distributed the attack routes, preparing to assist in the attack when the Demon King exits the tower.
Their activities were soon discovered by the Grand Duke, who sent a white pigeon to negotiate with them, but upon discovering they were also there to deal with the Demon King, he tacitly allowed it.
After all, the Grand Duke knew very well that the Demon King was extrely powerful and not sothing the professionals currently around the tower could handle steadily, so any additional support or even cannon fodder could be beneficial.
Ti passed slowly, and the surroundings of the dark tower gradually entered the night. The professionals continued to hold their ground, with the biggest change compared to daylight being the addition of a red-haired woman.
This woman’s pupils were very different from ordinary people, a pair of red vertical pupils, with a vigorous fla seemingly burning within them.
She was Red Dragon Cole, who had proposed joining the human side today. After so negotiation, the Grand Duke and the human professionals agreed to let her exit the tower, but they didn’t allow her to leave outright, requiring her to stay and help.
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