Chapter 925: Chapter 586: Call for Help from the Dreamy Forest
Eternal Night City.
Before this, Fang Hao had never even heard of this city.
But through the “Rolana Talisman” and its description,
he knew this was where Rolana’s mother lived.
It must also be an important ‘power core’ city for the Blood Clan.
“If you need anything, you can always come here to shop or make a reservation, sir!” The clerk bowed slightly and continued.
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For this young and wealthy customer, the clerk still showed enough enthusiasm.
“Mm, I will,” Fang Hao nodded with a smile.
After leaving the shop, he breathed in the air outside the window.
The blood in the Blood Clan’s shops was too rich.
It made it somewhat hard to breathe.
There were still gains to be had today.
He had obtained one of Rolana’s pieces of equipment and learned more about her.
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Rolana’s mother was named Isabella and lived in Eternal Night City.
When the war ended, he could hand over the talisman to Rolana.
It was unclear what the relationship between Rolana and her mother was like, whether it could increase that last bit of loyalty.
Fang Hao, accompanied by Demitrija, continued to wander aimlessly through the streets.
He was still somewhat disbelieving that so many shops in the headquarters could all sell out?
But after exploring every district,
it turned out there were indeed none left vacant.
Moreover, it was unknown where this headquarters was built, as the city’s area was limited.
So, the chances of shop expansion in the future weren’t great.
It seemed he could only strive to the utmost, waiting for a power to decline before getting the opportunity to buy.
After strolling around a large area,
as he was leaving, his gaze was drawn to a tavern nearby.
[Succubus Tavern]
Alluring and gorgeous Succubi, wearing tight revealing clothes, with their smooth heart-shaped tails swaying non-stop.
In front of the tavern, a Succubus was standing on a wooden platform erected there,
with a blush on her small face, talking about something to the crowd below.
The White Temptress Demon, recognized by the Trade Alliance.
Unexpectedly,
there was even his own business enterprise here, and he wondered if the tavern was legitimate.
Approaching closer with Demitrija,
they too heard what the Succubus was saying.
“In five days, the Succubus Tavern will host a ‘Drinking Contest.’ Except for the Undead Clan, all races can participate, and the winner will receive a prize of twenty thousand Warfire Coins,” the Succubus announced in a crisp and pleasant voice.
“Why can’t the Undead participate?” someone in the crowd asked.
Standing on her tiptoes, the Succubus spotted the Skeleton who asked the question, and said petulantly, “We’re testing alcohol tolerance. If you drink it and it pours out, how do you count that?”
“Haha, exactly, when it spills everywhere, we’ll have to clean up.”
“This is about drinking, not bathing.”
The other races below all chimed in agreeably.
The Skeleton, wanting to say something but seeing the unanimous opinion of those around him,
could only shut his mouth.
After mocking the Skeleton for a while, someone else asked, “How do we participate?”
“You can register inside the tavern, each person pays a 100 Warfire Coin registration fee, and then you can join the contest,” the Succubus explained.
“Huh, … 100 Warfire Coins, not too much,” people below analyzed the price.
In this world, there were still many who loved and could drink a lot.
Especially races like Dwarves, Trolls, and Orcs, for whom drinking was a common affair.
With 100 Warfire Coins, not only could one drink one’s fill.
If one won, there would also be a prize of twenty thousand.
Wasn’t this an incredibly good deal!
“Excuse me, I want to sign up.”
“I’m joining too, it’s just drinking, I’ve never been afraid of anyone!”
“With your height, how much can you drink?”
“Height has nothing to do with alcohol tolerance.”
Immediately, many people entered the tavern to sign up for the contest taking place in five days.
Fang Hao watched from a distance.
He wasn’t interested in a drinking contest, and there were genuinely too many people in the tavern.
After watching for a while, he turned and left, heading back to his domain.
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Elsewhere.
The border of the Dreamy Forest.
The air was filled with a heavy stench of blood.
On the newly cleared land, broken spears and swords lay among the mud and bodies, flashing faintly in the twilight.
Both Fairies and Orcs had withdrawn their troops.
Leaving only a few soldiers on the battlefield to collect the corpses of their fallen comrades.
Only at this moment did Fairies and Orcs move back and forth, silently identifying their own.
Deathly silence, peace.
In a camp behind the Dreamy Forest,
the leader of the Fairy Clan, Shinisara, still in the form of an oak tree woman, sat at the head.
Below her were numerous Fairy generals.
After a brief silence, Shinisara asked, “How did it go today?”
The Fairy hero, Shirel, spoke up, “In today’s battle with the Orcs, we had over five thousand wounded and nearly two thousand dead, with approximately two thousand enemies killed.”
In a sheer contest of battlefield strength, the Fairy Clan might not be a match for the Orcs.
Their expertise differed, and the Dreamy Forest was merely a small power occupying a section of the woods.
The population was quite limited.
After a slight pause, Shirel continued, “If the battle continues this way, our numbers will surely dwindle. Leader, it will be difficult to hold onto this land.”
Shinisara didn’t answer immediately but fell into silent contemplation.
The Fairies and the ‘Furious Lion City’ Orcs had a grudge spanning over a decade,
fighting back and forth.