But without observing closely here, he always felt a bit uneasy in his heart.
Today at 2 PM is the mont when 5000 beta players enter the ga.
Once they enter the ga, the players will start their activities in the small town.
Facing the first holographic simulation ga, they indulge and explore this new era of gaming.
They communicate with various residents in the town, receive tasks from them, and shuttle through the town, bringing a lively atmosphere to the town at this ti.
At that mont, their identity was that of new logistics soldiers recruited from within the town.
The sun slowly moves through the sky.
The shadows on the ground start to shift too as sunlight moves.
However, what Kana was waiting for has not arrived.
The current ti had already passed the point when they should have appeared in the ga.
It was already afternoon, and if they stayed a bit longer, it might soon be dusk.
"Looks like the person you were waiting for didn’t co?" Bobo said next to him.
"Mm." Kana nodded, standing up.
For a mont, his emotions were in disarray; he did not know if he was happy or sad.
His psyche was conflicted.
Dusting off his pants, he turned to the two and said, "Let’s go, let’s rest in the town today. Maybe the Count’s troops will arrive in the town by midnight."
Kana intended to communicate with the Count as soon as possible, hoping to retreat imdiately.
In the past ga, indeed, the Count’s side only retreated to the town the next morning.
This ti, with his interference, even though the Count’s side did not adopt his suggestion imdiately, it should be a bit more leisurely than before.
...
At dusk, a Blood Race army had unknowingly arrived on the opposite bank of the river.
A large number of giant bats and ghouls were important components of this army.
A giant bat landed, its size noticeably larger than its kin.
A figure jumped down from its back.
This was a true mber of the Blood Race.
With bluish-purple skin, his entire skin looked like a layer of mucous mbrane, clinging to his body.
His body seed malnourished, with the skin sticking to him like it was wrapped tightly over a skeleton.
Blood-red eyes, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and sunken cheeks made him utterly inhuman.
At this mont, he looked more like a monster.
He was still holding sothing that seed like a human limb, his mouth chewing incessantly, with so blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
This was why Kana so strongly refused to beco what these Blood Race were now.
Aside from their grotesque appearance, it was the unavoidable carnivorous desire.
The appetite for what used to be their kind.
Kana could not accept it from the bottom of his heart.
"So, is that the enemy’s stronghold across the river?" His voice was hoarse and torn, like rough iron sheets scraping against each other.
"Yes, sir, across the river it is," another Blood Race mber in leather armor said beside him.
The Blood Race officer glanced at him and said, "I hope your information is accurate."
"Of course, sir, I also hope friends from my holand can embrace rebirth," the Blood Race soldier seed to express so fanaticism.
"Hehe, as it should be."
The Blood Race officer chuckled, then turned to issue commands: "You lowly creatures, hide yourselves, keep silent, the night is your ti to rampage."
Evidently, it was not the right ti to attack.
The unit began to contract and hid in pre-selected locations.
They awaited nightfall, when they would swiftly cross the river to launch a deadly raid on the small town.
Not far from this unit.
A Blood Race squad was moving swiftly into the heart of the country.
Judging by the composition of this squad, they appeared to be an elite Blood Race squad.
The entire squad almost had no lowly ghouls, the weakest mbers were two considerably larger giant bats, which even had simple armor.
All other mbers were genuine Blood Race, monstrous in appearance, clad in blood-colored armor, and held high-quality weapons in hand.
Among them, there were mbers like Sewn-up Werewolves, with very subtle stitches on their bodies, indicating their high-level status within the Werewolf group.
Without any surprise, they should all be Level Three elites.
They carried no supplies and were lightly equipped, yet it seed they were escorting sothing.
At this mont, a Werewolf suddenly halted, sniffing the air.
Seeing this, other mbers imdiately stopped and placed their hands on their weapons, ready to attack at any mont.
"What did you find?" the Blood Race, seemingly the squad’s Captain, asked.
The Werewolf shook his head slightly and said, "I slled sothing, don’t rush."
He sniffed more carefully.
After a while, he seed to finally confirm, "Without a doubt, it should be the Fourth Prince. I sll him, over there."
He pointed a direction, which was exactly towards Riverbend Town.
"Hmm... I also sll Laford; it seems he brought so troops."
"The Fourth Prince? Aren’t all the princes supposed to be in the Royal Court?" a mber asked, puzzled.
The Captain shook his head, "No, one mber escaped that day."
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