NOVEL NEXT Chapter 95 - You Have Three Minutes
Chapter 95: You Have Three Minutes
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Outside Blackmoon Town.
Outside the high walls made of obsidian gold, hundreds of bandit gang members in different attires were waving their swords with all their might as they hacked the wall in front of them while they hummed a ballad.
“We are bandits, great bandits. We have seen mountains of knives and seas of fire, as well as fascinating treasures…”
It was obvious that the bandits were from three different camps based on their attire.
One group was in green-gray robes with a blade tied to the end of the robe. An old man with a white beard and hair and a cane in his hand stood in front of that group. The other group was in sky-blue armor with lightning and dark clouds embroidered on it, and their leader carried two scimitars on his back. The last group was women in black robes and black masks. The leader wore a completely different rabbit mask.
“I didn’t expect so much obsidian gold, a rare silver-tier ore! They have so much that they have used it to build a wall! We’re fortunate to see so many of these silver-tier ores before we attack Blackmoon Castle.” The man with the two scimitars on his back was Green Lightning Veigar, and he was smiling smugly.
Three days ago, the bandit gangs had agreed to attack Blackmoon Castle together. They did not expect that they would see an endless city wall when they gathered their forces and arrived at their destination. The leaders of the three bandit gangs were all silver-tier elites. Therefore, they recognized the material used in the wall in front of them.
“Veigar, maybe this is Blackmoon Castle’s handiwork. I have been in seclusion for the past few months, and I didn’t expect such a big change to have occurred since then.” Sven, the leader of the Shabby Bandit Gang, sighed.
Lady Gluttony from the Demoness Bandit Gang did not say anything. Veigar glanced at Sven and curled his lips in disdain, “You’re saying that Blackmoon Castle built this? I think you’re getting old and muddle-headed. Only the Fairy Castle has the ability to build such a wall in the entire border. I would believe you if you said that the border count built this wall to deal with the magical beasts during the winter.”
No matter who built the wall, it should not have existed. The wall would be able to stop all the magical beasts in their tracks. If that were to happen, how would the bandits continue to plunder?
The wall had to be torn down, and the bandits would take those ores as spoils of war. Even though obsidian gold was not particularly precious among silver-tier ores, Veigar knew that the wall was not the treasure he wanted. Hence, he gave an order to his men.
“Hurry up and tear it down. Once we tear down this wall, we will rush in and destroy that castle.”
At that moment, Veigar still thought that Blackmoon Castle was only a puppet force that the border count controlled. It seemed like the count had paid attention to where they had suffered the most losses during previous winters. Unfortunately, he was only giving them gifts.
Ping… Ping… Ping…
Then, the Storm Bandit Gang members smashed their weapons onto the wall. Sparks flew in all directions, but the wall was not damaged at all. Instead, the weapons in their hands were crushed.
“Boss, the wall is too hard. We can’t break it.” A young bandit had a bitter expression on his face.
“D*mn it, my saber is broken. I spent dozens of gold coins on that iron-tier weapon.” The older bandit beside him cursed as he looked at his saber with grief.
“What a bunch of trash! You can’t even handle such a small matter?” Veigar snorted coldly. He drew the Storm Scimitar from his back and brandished it into two streaks of green lightning as he headed straight for the wall. The light was so bright that everyone else could not keep their eyes open.
Veigar waved the scimitars and then sheathed them in one smooth move. Then, he turned around. He did not even look at the place where he had struck. Instead, he turned his head around confidently and said, “Did you see that? Attack it fiercely like that. If you can’t tear down the wall today, you won’t get to eat when we go back.”
After he finished speaking, Veigar suddenly felt that something was wrong.
His surroundings were utterly silent. Many of his subordinates stopped what they were doing and stared at him with strange expressions on their faces. They swallowed their saliva and looked like they wanted to say something, but they did not dare to open their mouth.
“Idiots, I told you to get to work. Why are you looking at me?”
“Veigar, I advise you to look behind you,” the Demoness Bandit Gang’s Lady Gluttony said. Veigar turned around and was instantly dumbfounded.
The obsidian gold in the wall behind him still shimmered with a faint luster. There was not a single hole in it. Instead, the smooth mirror-like wall reflected his face as if it was mocking him.
Veigar’s face immediately turned red.
He was very embarrassed, and there was a hint of panic in his shame. He had heard that obsidian gold was very tough—the hardest of all silver-tier minerals, but he had not expected it to be so strong.
Veigar wanted to preserve his reputation, so he coughed and said, “That doesn’t count.” He brandished his scimitar again, and he used all of his strength. A pair of wings wrapped in lightning appeared on his back, and his entire body turned into a bolt of lightning. As it pierced through the air, the other men only felt a flash of light in front of them. Then, they saw a bolt of lightning collide with the wall with a loud bang.
Veigar’s blood rushed. He took a few steps backward and held a fist-sized piece of obsidian gold in his hand. He laughed out loud. “Did you see that? I managed to cut a piece of the obsidian gold. It is still very easy…” Halfway through his laughter, he began to cough.
The bandits were speechless. Sven shook his head. Lady Gluttony’s mask moved, and two words echoed. “Childish.”
“Hey, what are you doing? Why are you destroying the wall?”
A childish voice suddenly echoed from the top of the wall, and it attracted everyone’s attention. Everyone looked up and saw a ten-year-old child as he poked his head out from the wall. He looked downward curiously.
Watson looked at the men outside the wall with helplessness.
He knew that the silver-tier ores he used for the wall would attract the wrong kind of attention. Therefore, he not only used the strongest ores for the wall, but he had also fused the ores multiple times to strengthen the obsidian gold.
Where did the strangely dressed beggars come from? They looked organized and disciplined, and some of them seemed especially powerful; they exuded the aura of silver-tier elites. Did silver-tier elites have to beg?
That should not be the case.
Those people must have been the bandits that other people always mentioned. However, he did not provoke them, so why were they there to destroy his home?
Watson thought about it, and his eyes suddenly widened. He remembered that Allen had destroyed a bandit gang called the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang a few days ago. Were those beggars their accomplices? Were they there for revenge?
Watson’s expression sank as he shouted, “I’m warning you. This is Blackmoon Town’s border. You’re playing with fire if you dare to mess around here! I’ll give you three minutes to leave quickly. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude to you.”
Watson preferred to handle things peacefully, so he gave them a warning first. However, he did not expect that the warning would have the opposite effect.
“You’ll be rude to me? You? Kid, whose child are you? Didn’t your parents teach you that you shouldn’t eat and speak without permission?”
Veigar held his two blades and looked upward with a disdainful expression. Then, he said, “I’ll give you a chance too. Go back and tell your parents that the Storm Bandit Gang has expropriated this land! And I want to see the person in charge of this place in three minutes. Otherwise, I’ll kill everyone behind this wall. Remember, you only have three minutes.”