<h4>Chapter 286: ede to All Requests</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>As Studios <strong>Editor: </strong>As Studios


    The Ogre army retreated.


    After seven to eight days of bitter battle, the Ogres didn’t defeat the gamers who defended the Orc vige.


    The gamers didn’t destroy the Ogres. When the Ogres discovered something was amiss, they tried to reduce their casualties. Besides the dder Bombs, which were lethal, only therge gamer unit could inflict damage on the Ogres.


    For the past seven to eight days, the gamers attrited the Ogres like ants chewing up a huge elephant. The damage was limited due to the short period of time.


    This continued until the Ogres started retreating one day.


    Dragonborn didn’t know what happened. He saw the Ogres retreat like floodwater after a wave of attack. Before long, a group of Beetlemons, Hades Horses, Darting Birds, and strange rides arrived at the Orc vige with Gnomes, Orcs, Vampires, and Werewolves.


    They wore shiny Winterfell standard armor and held Pikes. They formed into phnxes quickly.


    The phnxes advanced under the leadership of a Werewolf General. Next to the phnxes was a group of Gnome and Orc reporters. They were busy snapping photographs. When the storage capacity of an Adamantine rock was full, they would swap to new ones and continue snapping pictures.


    The Werewolf General and a group of Orcs, Werewolves, and Gnomes walked over. A Gnome came forward and shouted at the low fortified walls, “Listen up, you have been surrounded...”


    Before he finished speaking, he was pped by an Orc leader.


    “What nonsense are you saying?”


    “Apologies, it was a slip of the tongue,” the Gnome quickly exined, but the reporters had recorded down the information.


    “Warriors on the fortified walls, thank you for defending the Merchant Alliance’snd and for your excellent contributions. We’re here to reinforce you.”


    They waited for the gamers’ response, while the gamers on the walls also waited.


    What were the gamers waiting for? Plot Animation!


    The Ogres suddenly retreated, and the Winterfell troops and reporters were here. Were they here to shout a few lines? What about the Plot Animation? And the rewards?


    The gamers on the walls shouted as well.


    “Are you from Winterfell? Are there any missions for us? We defended the vige for seven days.”


    “Yes, are there any rewards?”


    “Winterfell is generous. We received generous rewards the previous time. You must be fakes!”


    The gamers shouted nonsense. They didn’t have the intention to let strangers in.


    The well-dressed Dungeon Lord Andrew walked to the front and shouted, “Is Lord Sherlock here? I’m Winterfell Dungeon Lord Andrew. We drove the Ogres away. You are now safe. Please inform Lord Sherlock that the Winterfell troops are here to safeguard the Merchant Alliance’snd.”


    There was a round of discussion held by the gamers, but nobody opened the gates.


    Andrew frowned. He had an ominous feeling. His n was in tatters, and the location of Michngelo’s relic was upied by Sherlock for a long time. Andrew didn’t believe that Sherlock didn’t discover anything. What he didn’t know was the amount of information that Sherlock had and whether the Ogres divulged any secrets.


    Andrew had to take control of Michngelo’s relic location as soon as possible. As for how he was going to bring out the relic under the noses of the Winterfell troops and the reporters, Andrew had already formted his n.


    He had to bypass the fortified walls first.


    He noticed a portion of the walls had copsed and knew he couldunch a desperate attack. However, with the presence of that many reporters, he was unable to attack Eternal Kingdom’s servants, especially when they helped to defend the Orc vige.


    He had to use his wits.


    “Do you have any requests?” Andrew asked cordially.


    “You are the heroes of the Merchant Alliance. We’ll ede to all of your requests.”


    The gamers shouted, “It’s your word. Write a written pledge!”


    ...


    Andrew was furious.


    He received thousands of requests ranging from Magic Stones to Reputation Points, equipment, and even a shop in Winterfell.


    Andrew had no choice but to give a standard reward.


    Every Eternal Kingdom warrior was entitled to 100 Magic Stones and two sets of high-quality equipment.


    The Magic Stones could be given on the spot, but the equipment had to be imed in Winterfell.


    The representative of the gamers said, “No, we don’t and will never agree.”


    No equipment? That was ame excuse! The gamers thought that they could take the equipment of the Winterfell troops.


    What? Andrew felt it was absurd for the high and mighty Winterfell troops to strip their equipment for the gamers.


    Since when did the Winterfell Garrison Guard suffer such humiliation?


    Andrew ordered his troops, “Everyone, strip your equipment.”


    After giving up the Magic Stones and equipment, the gates slowly opened.


    Andrew clenched his fists, while a group of reporters snapped pictures and recorded down information behind him.


    He was going to massacre the gamers when the reporters were gone.


    Andrew fumed. The most important goal was to take over the relic location and restart the excavation. He had to find Michngelo’s relic at all costs!


    Andrew took over the Orc vige. When he arrived at therge pit at the excavation site, he was stunned.


    Wait a moment. When Andrew was therest, the pit wasn’t sorge, deep, and neat.


    Andrew turned his head and looked at the green-skinned creatures who were smiling merrily. His heart started thumping.


    What did these green-skinned creatures find?


    If they found it, where was the item?


    ...


    In a dark tunnel, three Beetlemons were controlled by Orc drivers as they hauled arge rock and a mysterious metal chest. They emitted dragging sounds as they moved.


    Sherlock was at the front of the convoy. Apple, who was at the side, asked, “Are you lost?”