Apple was a normal and diligent village Orc, who was in awe of the Sacred Light.
The things he saw over the past few days were things he would never forget.
He would tell the stories of the heroic Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men to his children. When he was old and rocking in his chair, he would even tell his grandchildren and great-grandchildren about it. At that time, he would gently smile and say, “Who would have believed this silly old Orc, that there were creatures who helped me regain my homeland? They sacrificed themselves in droves of tens of thousands, shouting, ‘Safety first!’ Then, with a loud BOOM, they blew up the fortified walls, and the Ogre King fled in terror. I feel that I’m almost boasting!”
Just thinking of these scenes, Apple felt warmth in his heart.
The heroic green-skinned creatures had regained possession of the village. When Apple was about to enter his village to account for his properties, he found that the green-skinned creatures were entering their houses.
They ransacked the houses and removed all the items while their bodies were laden with the salvaged equipment of the Ogres. Some even sawed off the fangs of the Ogres as though they were precious items.
When Apple was feeling puzzled, Lord Sherlock told the Orcs, “Aiya, you may not know that there is a very evil Great Devil slumbering underneath your legs. That is the reason the Ogres occupied your land. To protect your land, the first step is to remove all of the items in your houses. Don’t be mistaken that we are robbing you. That is absolutely not true. This is to ensure your safety. Don’t ask. If you do, you are corrupted. The second step is to excavate the land to purify the evil. This will take a longer time, a few days to a few months. I’m unable to tell you the details.”
Apple was befuddled. But he was sure that Lord Sherlock wouldn’t harm him, so he let it be.
Apple saw a green-skinned creature happily removing his grooming mirror from his bedroom, and he felt a sharp, grinding pain in his heart.
He would be unable to sit in front of the mirror to comb his scalp and create nice braided pigtails. He sighed.
…
Standing in front of the large excavated pit, Sherlock wore a yellow safety helmet and surveyed the surroundings.
Behind him were a group of gamers who were watching the Plot Animation. Sherlock exerted his dominance to prevent them from coming too close, but he didn’t restrain their actions.
This huge pit was the Ogres’ construction site.
Compared to the professional Winterfell excavation team, it was horrible.
Sherlock wasn’t familiar with archaeology and wouldn’t spend money to employ professional archaeologists.
He would never employ them unless they were free.
“Lord Sherlock, the gamers can help you with archaeology. Though it’s an unpopular profession in their world, it’s not a problem when questions are posted on the discussion forum,” Bru suggested as Sherlock gazed at the pit and pondered.
“However, Lord Sherlock has to return to Eternal Kingdom. Because you left Eggface for a few days, he has become addicted to computer games.”
“Isn’t the computer installed with an anti-underage addiction system? I even installed the secret code. How did he gain access?”
Sherlock was taken aback. Though he had a slight understanding of the Mana-like computer, he was far from being an expert. He required Bru’s guidance for a lot of the computer’s operations.
“Er, Eggface obtained a way to access the secret code from the gamers, like hacking the secret code and bypassing any preventative systems. These are quite easy to hack.”
Bru continued saying, “Lord Sherlock, don’t worry about the gamers having second thoughts. They will only exclaim at the intelligence of Eggface’s AI and curse at the game producer.”
“I understand. I’ll return immediately. Prepare the archaeology missions. I can feel the powerful and evil aura from below. Even if it’s not Michelangelo’s relic, it must be a valuable item.”
“I understand, Lord Sherlock.”
Sherlock left the pit and said to the surrounding gamers, “Warriors, we have occupied the village that was invaded by the Ogres, but it hasn’t ended! We haven’t found Michelangelo’s lost relic. We can’t let it fall into the wrong hands. Otherwise, the consequences will be dire. The Ogre King and Andrew may counterattack at any time, so you have to make haste and boost the defenses, gather the safety helmets, and put up safety signs and banners. We are preparing to excavate! As for now…”
“You may rest, warriors.”
…
In a dim room, a magical lamp was adjusted to the dimmest setting.
A computer screen was extremely bright and blinding in the dim room.
A fat small Black Dragon slumped in a chair, using his right claws to move the mouse while his other claws pressed on “~”, “influence99999”, and “cash99999”.
He was so engrossed in his game that he didn’t notice a superior Devil who came in and looked down at him. Eggface was playing the “Stellaris” computer game.
Eggface muttered to himself, “The Contingency is trash. Come on, long live the Organic Life!”
Apple was a normal and diligent village Orc, who was in awe of the Sacred Light.
The things he saw over the past few days were things he would never forget.
He would tell the stories of the heroic Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men to his children. When he was old and rocking in his chair, he would even tell his grandchildren and great-grandchildren about it. At that time, he would gently smile and say, “Who would have believed this silly old Orc, that there were creatures who helped me regain my homeland? They sacrificed themselves in droves of tens of thousands, shouting, ‘Safety first!’ Then, with a loud BOOM, they blew up the fortified walls, and the Ogre King fled in terror. I feel that I’m almost boasting!”
Just thinking of these scenes, Apple felt warmth in his heart.
The heroic green-skinned creatures had regained possession of the village. When Apple was about to enter his village to account for his properties, he found that the green-skinned creatures were entering their houses.
They ransacked the houses and removed all the items while their bodies were laden with the salvaged equipment of the Ogres. Some even sawed off the fangs of the Ogres as though they were precious items.
When Apple was feeling puzzled, Lord Sherlock told the Orcs, “Aiya, you may not know that there is a very evil Great Devil slumbering underneath your legs. That is the reason the Ogres occupied your land. To protect your land, the first step is to remove all of the items in your houses. Don’t be mistaken that we are robbing you. That is absolutely not true. This is to ensure your safety. Don’t ask. If you do, you are corrupted. The second step is to excavate the land to purify the evil. This will take a longer time, a few days to a few months. I’m unable to tell you the details.”
Apple was befuddled. But he was sure that Lord Sherlock wouldn’t harm him, so he let it be.
Apple saw a green-skinned creature happily removing his grooming mirror from his bedroom, and he felt a sharp, grinding pain in his heart.
He would be unable to sit in front of the mirror to comb his scalp and create nice braided pigtails. He sighed.
…
Standing in front of the large excavated pit, Sherlock wore a yellow safety helmet and surveyed the surroundings.
Behind him were a group of gamers who were watching the Plot Animation. Sherlock exerted his dominance to prevent them from coming too close, but he didn’t restrain their actions.
This huge pit was the Ogres’ construction site.
Compared to the professional Winterfell excavation team, it was horrible.
Sherlock wasn’t familiar with archaeology and wouldn’t spend money to employ professional archaeologists.
He would never employ them unless they were free.
“Lord Sherlock, the gamers can help you with archaeology. Though it’s an unpopular profession in their world, it’s not a problem when questions are posted on the discussion forum,” Bru suggested as Sherlock gazed at the pit and pondered.
“However, Lord Sherlock has to return to Eternal Kingdom. Because you left Eggface for a few days, he has become addicted to computer games.”
“Isn’t the computer installed with an anti-underage addiction system? I even installed the secret code. How did he gain access?”
Sherlock was taken aback. Though he had a slight understanding of the Mana-like computer, he was far from being an expert. He required Bru’s guidance for a lot of the computer’s operations.
“Er, Eggface obtained a way to access the secret code from the gamers, like hacking the secret code and bypassing any preventative systems. These are quite easy to hack.”
Bru continued saying, “Lord Sherlock, don’t worry about the gamers having second thoughts. They will only exclaim at the intelligence of Eggface’s AI and curse at the game producer.”
“I understand. I’ll return immediately. Prepare the archaeology missions. I can feel the powerful and evil aura from below. Even if it’s not Michelangelo’s relic, it must be a valuable item.”
“I understand, Lord Sherlock.”
Sherlock left the pit and said to the surrounding gamers, “Warriors, we have occupied the village that was invaded by the Ogres, but it hasn’t ended! We haven’t found Michelangelo’s lost relic. We can’t let it fall into the wrong hands. Otherwise, the consequences will be dire. The Ogre King and Andrew may counterattack at any time, so you have to make haste and boost the defenses, gather the safety helmets, and put up safety signs and banners. We are preparing to excavate! As for now…”
“You may rest, warriors.”
…
In a dim room, a magical lamp was adjusted to the dimmest setting.
A computer screen was extremely bright and blinding in the dim room.
A fat small Black Dragon slumped in a chair, using his right claws to move the mouse while his other claws pressed on “~”, “influence99999”, and “cash99999”.
He was so engrossed in his game that he didn’t notice a superior Devil who came in and looked down at him. Eggface was playing the “Stellaris” computer game.
Eggface muttered to himself, “The Contingency is trash. Come on, long live the Organic Life!”
