A Realistic Mount & Blade Game

"Are you sure the fighting outside has stopped?" Geng Jun asked, pressing his ear against the inside of the security door.

"Yes, Lord Geng Jun, it has indeed ended," the leader of the four gnolls, the one with a missing piece of his ear, replied from behind Geng Jun.

His tone was certain.

"It seems they went from upstairs to downstairs, then from downstairs to upstairs, back and forth in a circle."

The gnoll Momit twitched his ears a couple of times.

His face also showed some solemnity.

"How many are there?" Geng Jun asked, frowning.

"Judging from the footsteps, there seem to be quite a few, at least around 50 people," the gnoll Momit replied.

"That many?!" Geng Jun's eyes widened slightly.

"Yes," but the gnoll Momit's voice was even more grave: "I also heard the clinking of chainmail and the clashing of shields. It should be the level of a regular human army."

In the Spirit Realm, human soldiers who could wear chainmail could no longer be classified as cannon fodder.

They were the regular soldiers of the various lords!

This gnoll, Momit, reached out and touched the missing part of his ear, the blood vessels in his eyes becoming even more savage.

But he quickly suppressed it.

"Is it Shen Mu from the seventh floor?" Geng Jun asked at this moment.

"Doesn't seem like it," the gnoll Momit hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "But judging from the sound, it seems like it's only that guy from the seventh floor. After all, he's the only one who has human militia loyal to him."

Thinking about it now, the gnoll Momit was only wary of those human militiamen who seemed to be holding weapons and lined up in spear formations.

In reality, he wasn't afraid.

A group of farmers still holding long-handled scythes, without even armor, if it weren't for the secluded terrain of this apartment building.

In the wild.

He could have led his three gnoll companions, covered each other, and directly crushed them, wantonly slaughtering them and enjoying fresh flesh!

It's just that now, these gnolls can only be forced to live under the protection of humans from another world.

Otherwise, they would be ejected by the rules of this other world.

Returning to that dark and sunless space-time seal where even their souls were locked, forever sinking!

"Then who could it be?" Geng Jun's face showed a hint of apprehension.

A group of strangers actually dared to wander around in his apartment building in the dark, during the time when the gray mist was at its thickest.

He didn't know what they were up to.

Nor did he know if they were friendly or hostile.

It really made him quite vigilant.

After the commotion outside the door completely disappeared, Geng Jun's expression became even more solemn.

Because he could hear that.

Those disappearing footsteps ended up going straight upstairs, not looking like they were leaving the apartment.

Moreover, in the beginning, the footsteps first appeared from upstairs, slowly moving downwards.

Then they left the apartment.

"Could it really be that guy who has human loyalty?"

At this time, the gnoll Momit, who was missing an ear, suddenly spoke, his pink tongue licking his sharp teeth.

As a gnoll, his ears were more sensitive.

Even if he was very unwilling to believe it.

But now, he was hesitating and said his guess: "Could it be that he was lucky enough to obtain a space-time imprint and gained the loyalty of an entire human army?!"

"… Perhaps," Geng Jun's eyes were slightly stunned at this time, and then he also showed a look of envy.

Currently, many possibilities pointed to Shen Mu.

And this statement, obtaining a space-time imprint and gaining the loyalty of an entire human army, was the only reasonable explanation.

Geng Jun and the forty or so ordinary people on the third and fourth floors, the shortest living time among them was also a few months.

Therefore, he was very clear about their usual lives, they were just ordinary people.

Going out during the day to search for food, or going to certain forces to work as laborers, doing various chores.

And returning home at night to hide.

With no future.

It was the appearance of most ordinary people's lives today.

Perhaps, if it wasn't that the more people gathered in a small area, the more likely it was to cause a reaction from the undead rules, bringing down more terrifying undead monsters.

These ordinary people today might very well be captured by those with ulterior motives and used as free labor.

After all, even the government had disintegrated, and all the rulers had been replaced by those powerful people with Spirit Realm imprints.

The former laws and morals had all collapsed.

If there was no threat from the undead rules, who would care about the nonsense of kinship?

"But don't worry, Lord Geng Jun, if you can collect some more Spirit Realm crystal core fragments, then our Wasteland Rib Tribe will still have many strong gnolls come to follow you."

At this time, the gnoll Momit also slowly spoke, with the confidence that belonged to him in his tone: "In the Spirit Realm, we who live in the wasteland have always been the number one enemy of those human kingdoms or duchies! To resist us, they have to set up many fortresses on the border! This also shows the power of our gnoll tribe!"

This was also why the gnoll Momit looked down on those militiamen who were obviously armed by peasants.

"Well, I know," but Geng Jun only hummed and didn't say much.

Instead, he was still quietly listening at the door.

After confirming that there was indeed no movement outside, he returned to his seat by the stove and sat down.

He only listened to Momit's statement.

After all, he graduated from university on Blue Star, participated in the debate club at school, and even worked as a boss after graduation.

Of course, he would rationally look at the problem.

If you gnolls are so powerful, then why do you live in the barren and harsh wasteland?

Is it not possible to live on those fertile plains occupied by humans?

Is it unwilling?

Or unwilling?

"Ridiculous," Geng Jun snorted coldly in secret.

Of course, he didn't express this emotion.

These four gnolls, after all, were spirit realm creatures following him, and he still needed to rely on them when facing undead monsters.

"According to the time, how long until the Black Tide?" Geng Jun suddenly asked.

"About a month," a gnoll replied.

"About a month…" Geng Jun's face was also a little ugly: "Then I really need more gnolls to help."

"In the basement of the apartment, there should be undead monsters that have condensed space-time crystal core fragments," the gnoll Momit placed his claws on the curved knife, a pair of green eyes looking at Geng Jun: "Lord, why don't we break in and give it a try?"

"Relying on us?" Geng Jun sneered at this suggestion: "The space in the underground garage is so big, who knows how many undead monsters are inside."

Relying on the four gnolls and himself, an ordinary person who only received the blessing of the gnolls and whose strength had increased a little.

I'm afraid that once they go in, they won't be able to get out!

"Isn't there still those people from the Diesel Company?" Momit grinned: "Anyway, you came out of there, go back and admit your mistake, can't they, your former colleagues, ignore you? You know, you used to be one of their shareholders…"

"Bang!" Just as the gnoll Momit's voice fell, Geng Jun slapped the table next to him.

Directly interrupting the gnoll Momit's words.

"Okay, okay, Lord Geng Jun, I shouldn't have said that," Momit helplessly began to apologize at this time.

This was an impossible thing for him, who had always been brutal and cunning.

But there was no way.

He knew very well.

The inside story of the Diesel Company was Geng Jun's sore spot.

Sure enough, after Geng Jun slapped the table, he also looked at him coldly and said, "I said, I just can't stand those guys from the Diesel Company, that's why I left."

"I understand, but my suggestion is indeed for your own good, Lord."

The gnoll Momit tilted his head.

"My affairs don't need you to make decisions," Geng Jun raised his hand, signaling that he didn't need to say anymore: "Even without them, I will find opportunities to collect more space-time crystal core fragments."

"Of course, we believe in you, Lord Geng Jun," the gnoll showed a smile, but the green eyes still flickered uncertainly.