Chapter 17 Anger from Geng Jun "Are you sure the fighting outside has stopped?" Geng Jun was lying on the inside of the security door, listening attentively. "That's right, Mr. Geng Jun, it is indeed over." Four gnolls were standing behind Geng Jun, and the gnoll leader with a missing ear spoke up to answer. The tone was firm. "It should have gone from upstairs to downstairs, and then from downstairs to upstairs, going back and forth in a circle." The gnoll Momit twitched his ears twice. There was also some solemnity on his face. "How many people are there?" Geng Jun asked with a frown. "From the sound of footsteps, it seems that there are quite a lot of people, at least around 50." The werewolf Momit replied.
"So many?!" Geng Jun widened his eyes slightly. "Yeah." But the wolf man Momit's voice was even more solemn: "I also heard the shaking of chain mail and the blocking sound of shields. It should be the level of the human regular army." In the spiritual world, soldiers who can wear chain mail can no longer be classified as cannon fodder. They are definitely the regular soldiers in the hands of the lords! The jackal Momit reached out and touched his missing ear, and the bloodshot in his eyes became even more violent. But it was soon suppressed. "Is it Shen Mu from the seventh floor?" Geng Jun asked at this time. "Not likely." The gnoll Momit hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "But judging from the voice, it seems that it is only the guy on the seventh floor. After all, he is the only one who has the loyalty of the human militia." Thinking about it now, those human militiamen who seemed to be holding weapons and forming a phalanx of spears, the werewolf Momit was just afraid of them. Not actually afraid. A group of farmers holding scythes, without even armor, if it weren't for the remote location of this apartment building. Put it in the wild. It had already led its three gnoll companions, who provided cover for each other, and they could directly charge into them, slaughter them wantonly, and enjoy fresh flesh and blood! That is to say, now, these gnolls can only be forced to live under the protection of the human race from other worlds. Otherwise, you will be bounced away by the rules of this alien world. Return to that dark and gloomy time and space seal where even the soul is blocked, and sink into eternal damnation! "Who could that be?" Geng Jun had a hint of fear on his face. A group of strangers actually dared to wander around in his apartment building in the dark night when the gray fog was the thickest. I don't know what the intention is yet. I don't know whether it is friendly or hostile. It did make him quite alert.
After the chaotic footsteps outside the door completely disappeared, Geng Jun's expression became even more solemn. Because he could hear it. Those disappearing footsteps finally went directly upwards, instead of leaving the apartment downwards. Moreover, at the beginning, the footsteps first appeared from upstairs and then slowly moved downwards. Then he left the apartment. "Is he really the guy who has the allegiance of the human race?" At this time, the earless gnoll Momit suddenly spoke, licking his row of sharp teeth with his pink tongue. Being a gnoll, its ears are even more acute. Even if I don't want to believe it. But now, it was also hesitant and expressed its guess: "Is it because he was lucky enough to obtain the mark of time and space and gain the loyalty of an entire human army!?" "...maybe." Geng Jun's eyes were slightly stunned at this time, and then he showed envy. At present, many possibilities point to Shen Mu. This statement, which obtained the imprint of time and space and gained the loyalty of an entire human army, is the only reasonable explanation. Geng Jun and the forty or so people on the third and fourth floors, ordinary people from about eleven or twelve families, had lived here for the shortest time at least a few months. Therefore, it is clear that they live their daily lives, just like ordinary people. During the day, they go out to search for food, or work as laborers for certain forces, doing all kinds of odd jobs, and come back to hide at home at night. There is no future. This is also how most ordinary people live nowadays. Perhaps, if it were not for the fact that the more people gathered in a small area, the more likely it would cause a reaction from the rules of the undead, resulting in more and more terrifying undead monsters descending. Nowadays, these ordinary people are likely to be captured by those with ulterior motives and used as free labor. After all, now even the government has collapsed, and all the rulers have been replaced by powerful people who possess the mark of the spiritual world. All the laws and morals that existed before have collapsed. If there is no threat of undead rules, who cares about nonsense like brotherhood? "But don't worry, Mr. Geng Jun. If you can collect some more spiritual crystal core fragments, then there will still be many strong jackals in our Wasteland Rib Tribe who will follow you." At this time, the gnoll Momit also spoke slowly, with his own confidence in his tone: "In the spirit world, we who live in the wasteland have always been the number one enemy of those kingdoms or principalities of mankind! In order to resist us, they have to set up many fortresses on the border! This also shows the strength of our gnoll tribe!" This is also the reason why the gnoll Momit looked down on those militiamen who were obviously armed by farmers. "Yeah, I know." But Geng Jun just hummed and didn't say much. Instead, he was still listening quietly at the door.
After making sure that there was no movement outside, he returned to his seat next to the fire and sat down. He just listened to what Momit said. After all, he graduated from university on Blue Star, participated in the debate club in school, and even became a boss after graduation. Of course I will look at the problem rationally. You gnolls are so powerful, so why do you live in such a barren, harsh and extremely bad wasteland? Isn't it possible to live on those fertile plains occupied by humans? Are you unwilling? Still don’t want to? "Funny." Geng Jun snorted secretly. Of course, he didn't express this emotion. After all, these four gnolls are spiritual creatures that follow him, and he still needs to rely on them when facing undead monsters. "Based on the calculation of time, how long will the Black Tide last?" Geng Jun suddenly asked at this time. "About another month." A gnoll replied. "About a month..." Geng Jun's expression was a little ugly: "Then I really need more jackals to help." "There should be an undead monster with fragments of space-time crystal cores in the basement of the apartment." The gnoll Momit put his claws on the scimitar and looked at Geng Jun with his green eyes: "Sir, how about we try to kill it?" "Just rely on us?" Geng Jun scoffed at this suggestion: "The underground garage is so big, who knows how many undead monsters are in there." He relied on these four jackals and himself, an ordinary person who had just received the jackals' blessing and had become a little more powerful. I’m afraid I won’t be able to get out once I go in! "Aren't there still those people from the diesel company?" Momit grinned, "Anyway, you came from them. Go back and admit your mistakes. Can these former colleagues ignore you? You should know that you were one of their shareholders before..." "Bang!" Before the werewolf Mommit could finish his words, Geng Jun slapped the table next to him. Directly interrupted the werewolf Momit's words. "Okay, okay, Mr. Geng Jun, I shouldn't say that." Momit also began to apologize helplessly at this time. This is impossible for it, which has always been cruel and cunning. But no way. It's clear. The inside story of the diesel company is Geng Jun’s Achilles’ heel. As expected, after Geng Jun slammed the table, he looked at it coldly and said, "I said, I just couldn't stand those guys in the diesel company, so I left." "I understand, but my suggestion is indeed for your own good." The gnoll Momit tilted his head. "I don't need you to make decisions for me." Geng Jun raised his hand, indicating that it was unnecessary to say anything: "Even if they were not there, I would find opportunities to collect more space-time crystal core fragments." "Of course, we believe you, Lord Geng Jun." The werewolf smiled, but there was still a flicker in his green eyes.
(End of this chapter)