## Chapter 188: Let's Smash It Together
The Radiant Light dissipated, and five Ghost Wolves, nearly two meters tall, appeared inside the Tavern, carrying a gloomy and ferocious Aura. Especially the leader, a completely white Ghost Wolf, exuded the Dominance of a King beneath its elegant and magnificent Appearance. Its massive body, over two meters tall, would make even the tallest Barbarian feel a tremor in their heart.
The appearance of these five Ghost Wolves instantly filled the empty Tavern.
And outside the Tavern's Window, heads were surging. Many Adventurers, claiming "their homes were about to catch fire" or "their children were about to starve to death," were stacking their Heads at the Window, peering inside.
"So Lord Fan's Drinking Capacity and Drinking Etiquette are on the same Level as Lady Sharna."
An Adventurer who saw clearly said, trembling in shock. He didn't know that the bottle of Fruit Wine Sharna poured down would make even a Barbarian drunk for half a day, let alone someone whose Drinking Capacity wasn't high to begin with.
"As expected of Siblings..."
"Looks like I'll have to be a little more careful in the future..."
The surrounding Adventurers immediately started discussing animatedly. A few were even like lackey Reporters, quickly pulling out Parchment and quill pens and scribbling down notes.
Meanwhile, inside the Tavern, a Game of Heroes fighting the Demon King was being staged.
"Hiccup... Demon King, come out and face your death!!"
Waving the Wooden Cup in my hand, I only felt Gravity rapidly decreasing. My entire body felt light and airy, as if I could fly with a light leap. At this moment, I felt like an Eagle soaring in the Sky, I was... uh, circling and looking down upon the entire Earth...
What? Why circling? Because... the entire Act is spinning...
I shakily jumped onto a high Chair but almost stumbled and fell off. Damn, what kind of quality is this Chair? It's not missing a leg, is it? I struggled to maintain my balance and complained grumbling.
"Little Brother Zi, Little Brother Zi, you're amazing, oh—"
Amidst Older Sister's sweet cheers, the bit of unpleasantness in my heart quickly disappeared. I aggressively stepped onto the counter, casually picked up an ancient "Longsword" that was obviously very awesome (actually, it was the Mop from the Tavern), and raised it high.
At this moment, I was in a dark Act. The bottomless cave ahead was the Demon King's lair. And I was the Leader leading many Heroes of Justice, with the mission of defeating the Demon King, defending the Act, and liberating the people.
Waving the "Sword" majestically, I pointed at the "gloomy cave" directly ahead and shouted loudly.
"Hiccup—that—Demon King Zi (infected), come out and face your death."
The entire Act seemed to be spinning even more violently. Even the surrounding scenery began to blur.
My expression changed—this isn't good. This must be the Demon King's Curse, trying to make us dizzy and lose our Sense of Direction. Damn it. As expected of the Demon King, to actually use such despicable, vulgar, shameless, and vile Methods for a Sneak attack.
However, hmph hmph, who am I, this Lord? Known as "Lord Wu Fan, the only Druid in the entire Sanctuary with piercing Gaze and an extremely strong Sense of Direction who has never gotten lost," that would be none other than myself. Such Methods are useless against me.
I desperately shook my Head, closed my eyes and focused my mind, concentrating my Skill in my eyes. Then I suddenly opened my eyes wide and looked forward. As expected, the surrounding scenery instantly became incredibly clear. However, I didn't Relax in the slightest.
Without knowing when, the Surroundings were already filled with the Demon King's Minions—we were already surrounded.
Damn it, I didn't expect such a sinister Trap to be hidden within this vicious Curse. This Demon King really has some tricks up his sleeve. If I hadn't "sobered up" in time, I would probably have been inexplicably hacked to death by the surrounding Monsters.
No, as the Leader, I must boost everyone's Morale.
"Brothers, don't be afraid. They're just a bunch of Lackeys. Even tens of thousands more wouldn't be enough for one of our little fingers. Charge!!"
With a wave of the "Sword" in my hand, I pointed at the "Enemy" ahead and said.
"Crash and Bang—"
A series of messy breaking sounds rang out. The Ghost Wolves behind me faithfully carried out my Command, tearing the dozens of Tables and Chairs I pointed at with the Mop in my hand into wooden strips. Other Pots and Jars also shattered on the Ground, and pale yellow Ale spilled onto the Ground. The entire Tavern was instantly filled with a pungent Smell of Alcohol.
Even the Magic Chandelier over five meters high on the Roof wasn't spared. A playful Ghost Wolf leaped lightly, its entire body hung from the chandelier, swinging forcefully a few times as if on a swing. The Weight of several hundred pounds made the chandelier emit cracking sounds from the Torment. Finally, with a "crack", the sturdy Iron Chain connecting the chandelier to the Beam was forcibly torn off and fell to the Ground, shattering into pieces.
The other Ghost Wolves immediately followed suit. Only Light Snow seemed to deliberately put on a disdainful Appearance to maintain its "King's" dignity, yawning, but the Corner of its Eye couldn't help but glance towards the four Ghost Wolves having a blast swinging on the chandelier.
"Crack—, Bang—"
Finally, the last Magic Chandelier also fell down. The four Ghost Wolves whimpered a few times with considerable regret. Given a light glare by the very annoyed Light Snow , they immediately lined up in front of Light Snow like Soldiers, bowing and scraping, respectfully sticking out their hot barbed tongues.
Hmm, Light Snow was very satisfied. It proudly raised its Head, leading the four Ghost Wolves, stepping with neat Footsteps like Nazi Soldiers, returning to its Master's side.
Seeing the Enemy instantly scattered like Tofu, I nodded as if it were only natural and grandly delivered inspiring declarations such as "All Reactionaries are paper tigers" and "Justice will surely triumph over evil".
"Little Brother Zi, Little Brother Zi, so amazing, so amazing oh—"
Hearing Older Sister's soft, sweet calls from the side, I raised my Head even higher.
"But it's not fair if only Little Brother Zi gets to play. Older Sister wants to play too."
The drunken Older Sister bloomed with a flower-like Smile. Then, from somewhere, she pulled out a Long Bow, nocked an Arrow and aimed.
"No—"
The Adventurers surrounding the Tavern, who had just looked like they weren't involved, seeing Sharna actually start playing with a Bow and Arrow and aiming this way, quickly cried out in sorrow. The Crowd instantly scattered like ants from a disturbed nest.
Many Adventurers who were peeking through the Window, stacked on top of each other like human pyramids, the person at the very bottom of the stack didn't even wait for the Adventurers on top of him to jump down, and with a "whoosh", started running, swinging their legs. Some even had three or four wobbly Adventurers stacked on their shoulders, looking like a drunken Centipede standing upright.
"Bang—"
Not only that, there seemed to be a faint Space Distortion phenomenon on that deadly Arrowhead. Experienced People instantly knew—this was the Stance of the Exploding Arrow preparing, extremely hot.
Involuntarily, the Adventurers scattering desperately all freed up a hand to tightly cover their buttocks—Sharna's stunning arrow to Vitas's butt had already become the Nightmare of all Adventurers.
Fortunately, even the drunken Sharna still had a trace of Reason in her subconscious. After drunkenly letting out a cute Hiccup, the Arrow she had nocked on the Bow suddenly pointed towards the Sky. With a "whoosh", as she released the string, the Roof of the entire Tavern revealed a charred Opening the size of a round table. The pure white Blue Sky was visible when looking up.
"Hehe—"
Looking at the blue Sky above our Heads, Older Sister and I laughed happily.
"Alright, it's time to go eliminate the Demon King. Older Sister, you are Responsible for holding the Position. The Responsibility is great."
I heroically Tanked the "Sword" onto my shoulder. If I usually spoke to Older Sister with this Tone, I would definitely be severely punished by her, but now she was like a well-behaved little Wife. She nodded a few times prettily and revealed a vigilant expression with a serious face.
"Bang—"
The Large Stone at the entrance of the Demon King's lair (the Tavern's Wooden Door) was kicked into pieces by me with a forceful kick. Its unexpected fragility almost made me, unable to retract my strength in time, fall Headfirst onto the Ground. Hmph, truly unable to withstand a single blow. Even its Facade was shoddily made. This Demon King really isn't much.
I shakily stood upright and glanced at the Surroundings. Good heavens, I didn't expect there to be so many Minions inside. From their Appearance, they seemed quite a bit stronger than the ones just now.
I waved the "Sword" in my hand, pointed at the surrounding Enemies, and righteously shouted.
"You Minions, whether you want a one-on-one fight or a group brawl, just bring it on. Hiccup—. Today, I, Druid Wu Fan, Hiccup—, will act on behalf of the moon here, punishing evil and eliminating villains, Hiccup—"
The surrounding Adventurers watched the drunken person, holding a Mop in their hand and shouting while pointing at themself, and couldn't help but exchange glances.
They originally wanted to ask a few stronger Barbarians to send this Lord back, but seeing the five Ghost Wolves following closely behind, standing in a row in front, glaring fiercely, everyone was instantly Dumbfounded.
It wasn't that they couldn't subdue this drunken Lord and the five Ghost Wolves. But firstly, this was the center of the Camp. If a fight broke out and the Surroundings were smashed to pieces, who would be Responsible then?
The most important thing was—what about after subduing them? Even if this Lord didn't mind, don't forget he has a Caution Older Sister. If she found out her precious Younger Brother was "bullied" by someone, she would surely find you to exchange a few moves in the Arena. That was the most terrifying thing.
Considering the terrifying consequences, most Adventurers hesitated. Then, they focused their Gaze on six people.
Lars, Doug, Gus, Druv, Yihana, Mardon...
"Everyone, you... it's no use looking at us!!"
Feeling the focus of their Gaze, Druv said stuttering.
"..."
The Crowd's silent, burning Gaze tacitly conveyed the same meaning: Lord Druv, you and Lord Fan are the most familiar. The Peace of Rogue Encampment depends on you!!
Under the Gaze of hundreds of Adventurers, whether Expectation, Plead, or even threat, the six people rapidly broke out in Cold Sweat.
"Oh dear—"
Yihana suddenly fell to the Ground. Her gentle and beautiful face twisted in Pain.
"The child, the child is... is about to be born..."
She Painfully covered her flat Lower Abdomen under her Clothes with her hand. Cold Sweat flowed from her Temples as if it were real.
"Hold on, deep breaths, come on, ha, hoo—"
The feigned joy in Druv's Tone clearly outweighed his panic, making his Acting Skills lose a lot of their luster.
"My dear... tell me. Is it a boy... or a girl..."
Yihana's pale face revealed a maternal Glow. Her eyes gently looked at her Husband.
"Oh, my dear, whether it's a boy or a girl, nothing can shake my irresistible Love for you."
Druv tightly held Yihana's hands. His eyes sparkled with sincere and firm Glow.
"Bear with it, I'll take you to find the Old Nun now."
The most crucial moment arrived. Druv picked up the "weak and powerless" Yihana. His eyes bloodshot, he rushed out of the Crowd with a resolute appearance of killing Gods if they blocked him. The Adventurers didn't notice, or rather, were intimidated by that Presence, and quickly made way.
"Whoosh—"
Under the Dumbfounded Gaze of the Crowd, the figures of the two vanished into the distance. The remaining Mardon shivered. Taking advantage of the path not being blocked, he quickly went through at full Speed.
An Level 18 Assassin's Speed was no joke, but could he succeed amidst the obstruction of hundreds of Adventurers? Oh! He got through. He successfully got through. At this moment, the Adventurers erupted.
"I'm the child's future godfather. How can I ignore this?" Leaving behind this sentence amidst the Adventurers' curses, Mardon's figure disappeared into a certain Alley.
Druv's group, Stealing a Base successful—
With the previous example, the Adventurers, eyes red, glared fiercely at the remaining three people. If they didn't have a better Excuse, they would absolutely not give up this last chance to shirk Responsibility.
"Cough cough—"
Doug, this time it was the great Barbarian Doug. He coughed up blood, he successfully coughed up blood. A mouthful of bright red Blood from his mouth was almost sprayed out, scattering onto the Street under the Sunset, appearing so shocking.
"Bang—"
His massive Body, nearly three meters tall, suddenly fell to the Ground, raising a burst of heroic Dust.
"Doug, Doug, what's wrong with you?"
Before Doug's body completely landed, Gus and Lars rushed forward vying with each other and pressed him tightly onto the Ground.
"Wah—"
Doug, who was fiercely pressed onto the Ground, again heroically coughed up a mouthful of Blood. His tiger eyes filled with tears, he looked at his two Brothers who had shared Life and death. That anxious and self-reproaching Gaze, how heartbreaking it was.
"Good... Brother. Thank you, but. I... I'm almost gone..."
"Why did you become like this? Brother, tell me, who made you like this?"
Lars excitedly grabbed Doug's shoulders with both hands, shaking him desperately, making the Collision Sound of his Back of the Head hitting the hard Bluestone Ground "slap slap—" incessant.
"Remember that Strong Enemy we encountered in the last Battle? Just when we couldn't hold on anymore, I finally used the Undying Secret Technique passed down by my Ancestors for generations—Illusion. Destruction. Reincarnation. I originally thought I could last for another month and then quietly disappear alone. I didn't expect, wah—"
Doug again coughed up a mouthful of Blood.
"Brother, why are you so foolish?"
Gus's face was covered in tears, beating his chest and stamping his feet—beating Doug's chest, stepping on Doug's feet...
"I'm almost gone. Before that, I have one last Wish."
Doug's Voice became weaker and weaker. The Life within his body was rapidly draining away.
"Tell us, we'll all agree."
Seeing the crucial moment arrive, Lars and Gus quickly leaned in their ears.
"I want... I want to go back to my Hometown and get Married..."
After saying the last word, Doug's eyes finally closed, his head tilted, and his tongue stuck out long like Black and White Impermanence. The future great Barbarian Warrior Doug died before achieving success, leaving behind two heartbroken Brothers.
Under the Sunset, in the cold Wind, the Blood-stained Street, the Comrade who left with a Smile on his face, the two Brothers with tear-filled tiger eyes, were composing a poignant and tragic heroism Warrior's song.
"Don't worry, no matter who it is, no one can stop me from fulfilling your Wish. I'll take you home now."
Lars suddenly raised his Head, revealing a ferocious expression. Hugging Doug's "Corpse", he rushed out quickly.
"Don't worry, Brother, I will definitely plant your favorite Mud Dung Flower at your Grave (For details, please see Chapter 178). It will accompany you forever, so you won't be lonely."
Gus also took the opportunity to lift Doug's feet. The two, one in front and one behind, dragged Doug and disappeared into the distance under the Crowd's dazed Gaze...
"Ah—"
Following Doug, another person fell down.
"Brother, Brother, what exactly is wrong with you??"
Another cry rang out...
"I've been hiding it from you all this time, I'm really sorry. Actually, my family has had a fatal Congenital Incurable Disease passed down since 18 generations ago from our Ancestor. People who contract this disease suffer from Stunted Growth from birth, are Frail and Sickly, Cough and Wheeze, are sexually cold. Since then, no one has ever lived past 18 years old. Cough cough—"