N-A-A Chapter 47: Have you always been this brave?
Chapter 47: Have you always been this brave?
"Holy crap!"
As the president, he was squeezed to the front and called a mouse a duck. He didn't even get a clear look at the enemy's face before he was knocked to the ground and trampled to death by countless feet.
A direct confrontation would obviously be difficult for the Brotherhood Without Banners, a group of players who are good at underhanded tactics but lack swordsmanship skills.
Faced with the indigenous army fighting with their backs against the wall, the players at the front were directly knocked down, and the entire Brotherhood of No Flags front line shook, seemingly on the verge of being defeated in one blow.
Fortunately, at the crucial moment, Flying Bat, the guild leader's right-hand man, stepped forward and shouted:
"Brothers, don't fight them head-on! Show us your best skills!"
Once they realized what was happening, the players pulled out their so-called "special skills" from their waists.
One by one, cloth bags filled with lime powder and chili powder slipped from the hands of the Brotherhood Without Flags players.
A cloud of red and gray dust immediately filled the crowd, accompanied by deafening screams.
The stinging pain in their eye sockets caused the most aggressive sailors and guards to cover their eyes and instinctively back away.
"Now's the time!"
Player Caramel Cotton drew his hidden blade, brandished his short axe, and lunged forward. He slammed the short axe into the skull of a sailor in front of him who was clutching his eyes and wailing in pain, while his right hidden blade pierced the sailor's throat.
The Flying Bat, one of the two generals, picked up two transparent jars containing an unknown liquid at some point.
"Get out of the way!"
The player, Flying Bat, shouted, unscrewed the caps in his hands, and splashed the unidentified liquid from the two jars in his hands onto the sailors and guards opposite him.
"what!"
stab.
White smoke actually rose from the faces of the two sailors who were splashed.
"Holy crap! It's sulfuric acid! Who came up with this?!"
"Wow, they even managed to get sulfuric acid out! Our Brotherhood Without Flags has some real talent!"
Players immediately recognized the liquid splashed out by the flying bats as sulfuric acid, known as the mother of industry!
At this moment, the flying bats used it to deal with the enemy.
"They are demons too!"
The indigenous people who witnessed this scene felt as if the sky was about to fall.
As the old saying goes, "One should strike while the iron is hot, but the momentum will wane after a second attempt, and be exhausted after a third."
The high morale brought by the desperate battle allowed the sailors and guards to unleash great fighting power. However, when their attack was thwarted by the Brotherhood Without Flags' unscrupulous tactics, and they witnessed the terrifying "magic" moves, the indigenous troops could no longer maintain their morale and scattered on the spot.
"Where do you think you can run to!"
"Enemies are all around you, front and back! Why don't you cowards fight to the death?!"
Despite the efforts of Governor Odero and Commander Pember to bolster their demoralized men, no one was listening to their orders anymore.
"Drop your weapons, cover your heads, and crouch on the ground to survive! Resisters will only die!"
As the grappling grenadiers caught up and forced them to surrender, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, leaving the soldiers with no more thoughts of resistance. They threw down their weapons and obediently squatted down in place.
"A bunch of cowards!"
Governor Audrey was so angry that he jumped up and down. He used his longsword to slash at the sailor crouching at his feet, but the sailor preferred to endure the pain and crouch further away rather than get up, even if it meant fighting back against the governor.
Compared to the furious Governor Oderoth, Commander Pember, seeing that the situation was hopeless, appeared much more pragmatic.
He is the fleet commander of Pentos, but he could also be the fleet commander of House Targaryen.
Pamber believed he had done right by Pentos; he had fought with all his might.
So the commander casually threw away his longsword and, without feeling any humiliation, squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, just as the players had told him to.
"They squat down, you kneel down! If you don't, I'll take your head."
Player Mufa, seeing a die-hard among the prisoners standing out from the crowd, immediately stepped forward with displeasure, drew the longsword hanging at his waist, held it to the other's neck, and threatened him word by word.
"You! I am one of the governors of Pentos. I can surrender to you and hand over my sword, but you should treat me with the courtesy due to a nobleman!"
Audero's face changed colors rapidly, like a dye shop, as he gritted his teeth and said.
Fuck you!
The player standing next to Mufa showed no intention of accommodating the other party and kicked the unsuspecting Audero to the ground.
"You! You despicable bastards, the most shameless mercenaries! You have insulted me! You have insulted a governor like me! You should all go to the seventh level of hell to repent!"
"Once your beggar king receives the ransom and releases me, I'll make sure you understand the consequences of insulting a nobleman!"
Audero cursed angrily.
Fleet Commander Panbel, who was squatting to the side, looked up in surprise, a strange look flashing in his eyes, and then silently moved back a little.
"Hmph, damn it, you think you're so tough?" The player was so angry he laughed on the spot.
"Damn it, you're the first NPC in my life who dares to talk to me like that."
Mu Fa waved behind him, and a familiar player handed him a Wildfire Jar.
"Come on, I'll show you what happens when an NPC insults a player."
In front of Audero, Mufa slowly lifted the stopper of the jar and then slowly approached the governor.
"What do you want to do? I can do it, please put that jar down!"
The governor has also learned to address you as such, but it's too late now.
"what!"
Governor Audero, drenched from head to toe in wildfire, was transformed into a human torch in agony, struggling wildly and emitting deafening screams.
All the prisoners present trembled and lowered their heads, remaining silent, afraid that any sound would attract the attention of these madmen and lead to the same fate as them.
Ser Jorah of the Kingsguard, standing not far away, squinted as he took in the scene.
There was once a king among the seven kingdoms who was very keen to punish his enemies and sinners with wildfire.
He also had a group of mad fire mage under his command.
That man was Viserys' father, the mad king known to all of the Seven Kingdoms.
Jorah hung his head, seemingly lost in thought.
It's said that most of the Targaryen family members are madmen.
What the bards said:
Whenever a Targaryen was born, the gods would toss a coin.
As the king's royal guard, Jorah was worried that Viserys would one day be bewitched by these mad fire sorcerers, focusing only on underhanded tricks and schemes, and forgetting the proper way a true monarch should follow.
"A bunch of damned fire-playing lunatics!" Ser Jorah glared at the group of "fire sorcerers" who were laughing loudly and unrestrainedly.