Chapter 165 Captured
In n''s previous life, he and the yers from the New York server had been the ones embedded with the Roman soldiers, while the yers from the Paris Server had taken on the roles of the Saxon barbarians. Those French yers had proven to be quite troublesome, relentlessly targeting and ying Roman soldiers during that time. Now, being a Roman prisoner in the midst of a Roman faction could only be more problematic.
Of all the Paris Server yers, one individual stood out as particrly vexing – a man named Zancher ''DS'' Laurent. The two initials'' nickname was derived from a rather male genitalia activity. Laurent had earned the ire of yers from various servers for his perceivedck of loyalty and integrity.
To n''s dismay, Laurent now stood next to the Romanmander, Artorius, weaving a web of deceit with his words.
"These people are not to be trusted," Laurent proimed boldly. "For all we know, they were the ones who instigated this chaos."
Artorius turned his prating gaze upon n and the other prisoners, his question heavy with suspicion, "Is it true? Were you responsible for this dark and heinous magic?"
n, determined to set the record straight, responded earnestly, "No, my lord, it is not true. In fact, we are here to assist in the battle against this abomination. Please, allow us to help you." His plea carried the weight of truth and desperation, hoping to gain themander''s trust in this dire situation.
Despite n''s desperate attempt tomunicate the dire situation, the game''s mechanics seemed stacked against him. The French yer, Zancher Laurent, who had ingratiated himself with the Roman NPC, enjoyed bonus points in his rtionship with them. In contrast, n and the captured Saxons had their rtions negatively affected by their capture, furtherplicating their predicament.
The Romanmander, Artorius, seemed unmoved by the urgency of the situation. His decision was swift andcked any hint of sympathy.
"I don''t have time for this. Put them all in jail," Artoriusmanded.
As n and the other prisoners were forcibly escorted away, he strained to convey a critical message in the limited time he had.
"My Lord, The undead wille every night, and they grow more dangerous with each passing day. You must let the people in the north seek refuge, and coborate with the barbarians, or they will inevitably join the ranks of the undead."
n''s urgent words briefly halted Artorius''s movements, but the Romanmander quickly resumed his pace, leaving with his knights to prepare for the impending battle, leaving n and the others to their fate in the Roman prison.
The Roman soldiers forced n and the group of thirty captives into the stark, imposing Roman dungeon, where they were unceremoniously thrown into one of the many steel-barred cells. The metallic ng of the cell door closing reverberated through the confined space, marking the beginning of their incarceration.
In the midst of this oppressive atmosphere, a notification appeared on n''s [gamelink], introducing a new quest:
[You Have Received an F Level Quest: Escape the Prison]
As the gravity of their situation sank in, Singdal turned to n and inquired urgently, "n, do you have any means to break out of this cell?"
n contemted their options and finally responded with a heavy sigh, "We should not attempt an escape just yet."
Although n possessed the skills and spells that could potentially enable him to break out of the Roman dungeon, he understood that this approach carried significant risks. Escaping and engaging inbat with the Roman soldiers wouldn''t ensure the safety of everyone, and it would only exacerbate the already tense rtionship between the Romans and Saxons. Diplomacy was a more desirable path, and a violent escape would effectively close the door on that option.
On the other hand, there was one factor that made such diplomacy difficult. Unlike n and his New York server yer, all other yers had an additional mission assigned to them.
[D Level Quest: Kill Romans]
These missions were prominently disyed and confirmed through information shared by the Thand yer. Moreover, being someone who had yed as a Roman in the past, n knew that the game provided the Roman faction with a parallel quest:
[D Level Quest: Kill Barbarian Invaders]
These quests would undoubtedly provoke both sides to sh in a bid to secure rewards and points. Though there was no reward for killing yers from the opposing faction, n knew from experience that such situations often resulted in yer casualties.
Bill, looking worried, asked, "So, what should we do now?"
n could only respond, "For the time being, we wait. Let''s give it some time."
He could only hope that, after assessing the situation at the walls, Artorius would make a decision simr to the one he made in the previous game ande to an agreement with n''s proposal of working together.
With no immediate actions to take, n decided to rest, ensuring he would be in peak condition when the time came for action.
While lying on the prison floor, one thought continued to upy n''s mind: the absence of any quest for him and his group.n deduced that the alien had likely made this choice intentionally, knowing that his group had a simr numberpared to the other servers in this round.
By considering the number of yers on each server, n arrived at a likely exnation: the Cairo server was likely assigned the Angles faction, while the Bangkok server, with fewer yers, had been designated as the stronger Saxon faction. Combined, these two factions would provide a bnced challenge against the French faction, which had been granted therger NPC forces in the form of the Romans.
n''s deduction weighed heavily on his mind, and he couldn''t shake the feeling that the game had set even greater challenges for his group. With a resigned sigh, he prepared himself for the arduous quests thaty ahead.
With no other options at his disposal, n decided to close his eyes and attempt to sleep, knowing that he would need all the strength he could muster in the days toe.
Hours passed without any word from Artorius, and anxiety began to gnaw at n. Night fell, and with it, a foreboding notification:
[The source of darkness has arrived in Britannia Land]
[Warning: Danger will arrive in 1 minute]
Though they were safely within the well-protected Roman citadel, the realization struck n that their opportunity to farm quests and points on the second day had vanished. The same sense of urgency pervaded the group, and the discussion about escape resurfaced.
"Please, give me time until morning," n implored. "If Artorius doesn''t appear by then, we''ll escape together."
n and the group couldn''t help but clench their jaws as they witnessed the dwindling numbers of yers:
[You have passed the second night]
[5 more nights to survive]
[Updating current yers]
[New York Server: 2,869]
[Paris Server: 1,322]
[Cairo Server: 1005]
[Bangkok Server: 882]
Over 500 yers from all four servers had perished that night, and n could only hope that none of his friends were among the casualties.
As the morning light filtered through a small window, signaling the arrival of a new day, n prepared to fulfill his promise. However, his expectations were dashed when a figure entered the dungeon. Disappointingly, it wasn''t the long-awaited Romanmander but once again the French yer Zancher Laurent.
With a smug grin, the young blonde man said, "My leader wishes to speak."
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