‘Bar Khan will kill you.’
‘That’s only because you’re thinking of Weed. We’re only going to be responsible for healing.’
Weed’s plan to hunt Bark Khan began to become more known.
“Since you’re a senior priest of Freya can I come too?”
“Nuna that’s not my choice to make.”
“So it’s 6 in the morning at the vineyards near the large tree.”
“Just go then.”
Mapan contacted the user priests that he was close to.
>Hyung, Weed nim is going to hunt Bar Khan…
>Then I want to go unconditionally. Morata’s Weed is the God of War. How can I not take this chance?
>If you decide to go then gather in the vineyard by morning. 6 is when we will leave.
>I’ll wait an hour for you to arrive.
The priests he called saw this as a very unique opportunity and he only chose the best people.
>Did you know that Weed nim is going to hunt Bar Khan?
>Really?
>We’re trying to recruit priests and paladins.
>My job is a Paladin. Even if its dangerous, can I come?
>Yes. Come with me.
Paladins began to spread the news around.
>Weed nim is going to go hunt the Undead and Bar Khan.
>I’m going to get ready.
He called only the people he knew, but in under an hour more than 200 people knew. News spread to the Grass Porridge Cult. The second largest group that reigned in Morata! There were over 800 thousand users in it now.
Although the majority of them are beginners, there were also high level users included that hunted and adventured in the north.
“Weed is going to hunt and he’s recruiting priests and paladins.”
“Perhaps people of our skill level may be helpful?”
The next day in Morata, in front of the vineyard was Pale’s party and the Geomchis, along with a large crowd of 330 priests and 223 paladins. Since Weed was so influential so the word of Bar Khan’s hunt spread quickly.
“Mapan nim, what do we do about this many people?”
“I do not know. I only called 14 of them…”
Senior priests and paladins from Morata had gathered to hunt Bar Khan. They frantically wanted to go hunt with Weed. Pale could only sigh.
“It would take too long to kick all these people out and it would look bad. We don’t want to be like the Hermes Guild.”
“Let’s go!”
The Geomchis, paladins, and the priests from Morata rode on cattle as they left. Their destination was the fortress of the Undead Legion.
#
Weed went around the fortress looking around.
“There’s a lot of repairs going on!”
In places with a lot of monsters, the fortress had high thick walls. However there were places that were missing stones where people could hide in. Countless undead flocked to repair the walls.
“The Elves are going to attack…”
The undead were weaker during the day. The elves would show up and attack like the wind. The army of the Undead Legion was mobilized but they could not catch up to the elve’s mobility. If you continue to chase the elves then the dwarves and barbarians would ambush and wipe out the undead!
However, with Bar Khan’s dark magic they would only be revived and return to battle.
“I would hate to fight the elves.”
Weed thought of the elves as formidable opponents. Even if they were not high level, it would be hard to chase after an elf on horseback. They shoot arrows from their bows like a ghost and they were hard to hunt as they jump from branch to branch. The undead were much funner to fight even if they were difficult.
Elves and Fairies were highly aligned with nature so it was difficult to attack them.
“There is a better target to fight than daring to fight the elves.”
In his view, there was another target location that was closer and with better loot and experience.
“Wizards, Rangers, Knights, and Paladins was it? It’s time for some revenge.”
# Still uncertain but now slightly more clarified than before.
Jyangwa, Otem, Helen, Golujda, and 30 other were complaining since they had decided to not join Hermes Guild.
“Go away from this canyon. Hunting is prohibited!”
They couldn’t do anything but watch as the wizards and rangers prepare to strike. Then the attack started and killed them all. They did not want to join the Hermes Guild and now they had felt the pain with their own bodies.
They had tried to recruit the necromancers but it was hardly ideal for them.
There were a total of 34 necromancers that were killed by the Hermes Guild. Before they had arrived, the necromancers had fought and raised their level and skills in the canyon.
“Damn it. Those filthy bastards.”
Otem spit out a complaint. The other necromancers felt the same.
“How can they do this to us?”
They had originally received a quest for the Undead Legion and they thought it was a good chance to increase their skills. The Hermes Guild had tried to get them to join after Weed had revealed who he was.
“There’s no point of joining the Hermes Guild since they wouldn’t even treat us as real members.”
Even if they joined the guild the situation would not change. Even if they were in a certain area, they would prevent them from hunting. The entire center of the continent could be considered the Hermes Guild. Those that were Necromancers were afraid at this time. Helen was fed up and said.
“I would have prefer that we died while fighting.”
They didn’t even get to kill anything and they were upset by the fact that they dropped items on death. They looked around the users in the valley.
“But what do you say? You want to go fight them?”
“Fight?”
“I want show them something that would make them shake in fear.”
They wanted to show that the Necromancer power was superior but they could not. It was like trying to break a rock with an egg, where they were the egg and the Hermes Guild was the rock. They were be ready to fight against the undead and there was no reason why they would not watch for their movements. The major disadvantage of the Necromancers is that it took time to summon undead. They needed a large number of corpses and they need to hunt a lot. Even if they attacked the Hermes Guild, it wouldn’t be noticeable and their death would be insignificant. Instead of causing any significant damage, they would likely not even care about it.
Marein just laughed and said.
“Just wait and we’ll be fine.”
They asked hopefully since he was relatively famous.
“Do you have a mission?”
“I’ll keep watching for good news.”
Many users suffered a number of different kinds of situations. There would be no one that would beat Weed in deception. An unmatched intolerant mind!
He had obviously not learned such things like reconciliation, forgiveness or tolerance from grade school. Weed was someone that never forgets no matter how long he had to wait and alway return his aggression back several fold.
‘I have to take care of the military here.’