Chapter 767 - 788: Change of Plan
After walking a bit farther, silhouettes finally appeared along the streets, guarding near what appeared to be very sturdy buildings. Beneath black capes shone armor with a metallic sheen, with their palms nonchalantly resting on the weapons at their waists, looking ready to face battle at any moment. As Lancelot sized up these people, they reciprocated with dangerous glances but did not step forward to stop the passing group.
Lancelot also noticed that everyone wore a certain emblem—they had already seen the axe embedded in a skull, just like the two guards at the city gate; a skeletal hand stretching out from the ground with a tombstone in the background; crossed swords and battle axes with blood dripping from the sword blade; a human figure split from head to abdomen with a vague shadow rising from within...
The emblems could be painted on robes, sleeve bands, shields, or even skin. Undoubtedly, these emblems belonged to some organization. The emblem with the axe embedded in a skull was already recognized by the group as the insignia of the Skull Crushers Legion, and indeed, those wearing this emblem were in the majority, at least for now.
Lancelot soon realized another problem—if every person in the city belonged to a gang, then the role of his party became quite delicate. Different forces would surely react differently; some might just secretly monitor their actions, some might want to test their skills, and others might even directly confront them to persuade (or threaten) them to join.
The situation could become very complicated, and unless they planned to be enemies with everyone, they would eventually have to make a choice.
The group made another right turn at the next intersection, keeping to the streets closest to the city walls. They had not gone far when they suddenly heard the sounds of a fight. A bear goblin and a half-orc were brawling in front of a three-story building with a red roof, seemingly vying for a gleaming scimitar.
The scimitar flew out of the hands of the two brawlers and landed in the road ahead of Lancelot. This beautiful scimitar, forged from some silvery-gray metal and emanating a faint blue spiritual light, was clearly a fine magic weapon.
However, Lancelot made no move, simply waiting patiently on the spot. The fight quickly concluded—the bear goblin covertly pulled a dagger from his boot and slit the half-orc’s throat, the dark red blood instantly spilling onto the ground and quickly disappearing into the cracks between the cobblestones.