The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

Bang bang bang!

Behind them, the players who were laughing and joking also quickly opened fire to retaliate after being attacked.

But after a few shots rang out, the noise gradually subsided.

The sounds of the players could be heard from afar.

"Brothers, we outnumber them and can't win. Let's get out of here."

A player named "Great Love Immortal Venerable" shouted, tugged at the dire wolf's fur, turned around, and rode off on the dire wolf.

Upon hearing this, the other players grabbed the dire wolf and ran off.

Finley wanted to go and save her, but was stopped by another player.

He could only ride his dire wolf, looking back every few steps as he left his mother.

"I haven't gotten on the bus yet! I haven't gotten on the bus yet!"

The player who believed "caliber is justice" turned around and saw a whole bunch of people running away, leaving behind only one or two corpses. He was dumbfounded.

Ignoring the whistling arrows overhead, she quickly stood up and ran, waving her hands and shouting.

However, the players ignored her calls, and she could only watch their backs recede into the distance.

"Damn it, players are just players, they have no conscience at all!"

"Justice is everything" stopped in his tracks and cursed through gritted teeth.

This scolding was sincere and heartfelt; she didn't even spare herself.

Immediately afterward, the whistling of arrows stopped, the sound of horses' hooves rang out, and Koujingjizheng felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and immediately lost consciousness.

"The Grand Secretary is still behind us, and we're just leaving like this... wouldn't that be a bit unfair?"

After running for a while, a bewildered player from the third closed beta test rode a dire wolf and followed along, hesitatingly asking the player in the lead a question.

"So what? There are over two hundred people, and we have less than ten of us. We definitely can't win! Should we stay and wait to die instead of running away?"

The Great Love Immortal Venerable, who was the first to shout "Run!", glanced back at the player from the third beta test who had asked the question as he ran, and then casually retorted, "The War General is a master strategist; he must have foreseen this outcome!"

"That's true."

The players who had felt guilty during the third beta test completely disappeared and sped up their pace.

Upon hearing this, the other players felt even more justified in running away.

With such strong command abilities, Zhan Shuai must have thought of these things.

"What if... I mean, what if the War Commander didn't anticipate this? What then?"

After running some distance, one of the players, who had been feeling uneasy, looked back at the centaur army and the Caliber of Justice that had disappeared and asked a question.

"What should we do? Let's treat it as a serious matter."

The Great Love Immortal Venerable casually said, "Old Master Kou is blessed by Heaven; nothing will happen to him."

"What if... what if something happens?"

Players in the third closed beta test were eagerly anticipating the test.

"That old lady is not a lucky person. She can only be resurrected, and then we will go back to the camp to see her."

The Great Love Immortal Venerable shrugged, indifferent to the Dao.

"This is a good thing! With Grand Secretary Kou dead, we can go back to camp and laugh at her for not even having collected all her battle medals."

A player suddenly spoke up.

"That's right, it's a good thing!"

After thinking for a while, the players in the third beta test finally understood.

"Yes, yes! This is an angle I didn't expect!"

"Bro, you're so naughty, but I like it!"

Upon hearing this, all the players beamed with joy and rode their dire wolves toward the camp, while Finley remained completely bewildered.

Even though the leaders of the Black Scale Clan have been arrested, why are these members of the Black Scale Clan still laughing and joking around as if nothing happened?

But he could only anxiously and uneasily follow the players back to the camp and report the matter to the War Commander.

"What? The centaurs arrested Cipher Justice?"

When Zhan Shuai heard the players' reports, his head was buzzing and he was completely dumbfounded.

Given Helkan's personality, how could he not take action?

Besides, taking action wouldn't do them any good!

Upon seeing Zhan Shuai's appearance, the players who had reported the news exchanged bewildered glances.

It seems the War Commander really didn't expect this. Now, all we can do is take it seriously, carry the wreath back to the camp to see if the line is right, and then mock her mercilessly.

No, you can go to the forum now and fabricate a narrative of justice and a dark history.

P.S.: This book is now abandoned. The rest is just random writing and rambling. I'm not thinking about making money, and I don't care about subscriptions. I'll update it whenever I want, and I won't update it if I don't want to.

Chapter 212 Mom, there were too many people here just now, I was wrong!

Iron Hoof Valley, on the outskirts of Jinmai Town.

The grain covering the hillsides has been harvested, leaving only bare stalks and field ridges, offering a clear view of the landscape ahead.

On both sides of the long valley and hills, the mountains and fields are yellowish-brown, and in the distance, one can vaguely see the centaur camp that has recently caused panic in Jinmai Town, as well as the kobold camp further away.

At this very moment, inside the centaur's main tent, a slender, silver-white dog-headed man was being forced to kneel on the ground by two centaur guards, his body bound hand and foot.

Her fine silver scales were stained with some dirt, but there were no wounds, indicating that she had only been imprisoned for one night and had not been tortured.

And this kobold was none other than the one who came to negotiate yesterday, and was captured by the centaurs—the one whose word was "justice."

The principle of "justice is based on sound reasoning" was forced to its knees, yet it remained filled with doubt.

Even now, she still doesn't understand why the centaurs captured her.

Tap tap.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from outside the tall, rough animal-hide tents.

The caliber of justice suddenly straightened up and raised its head.

Even though the two centaur guards acted quickly to suppress it, they still couldn't hold it down.

They could only watch helplessly as the voice of justice stood up and looked toward the tent entrance.

Before long, as the sound of horses' hooves approached, a large hand with rough knuckles and thick calluses lifted the curtain.

As the towering centaur vanguard commander Helkan gradually emerged from behind the curtain, Mouth of Justice opened its long, elegant canine mouth.

If other players were in this situation, they would definitely start cursing immediately, but she is a veteran player, a top player among players, and she is different from ordinary players.

"Fuck your mother, your mother is dead..."

A stream of filthy and obscene words poured out from the mouth of the dog who claimed to uphold justice.

Well, it turns out she's no different from the average player.

Helkan stared in disbelief at the silver-headed dog-man who was barely taller than his belly, yet remained fearless, arrogant, and insulting him in an unknown language.

The image of the silver-headed kobold in front of him gradually overlapped with that of the short, hot-tempered little kobold from the Blackscale Clan.

"Wait, you're not really that kobold from the Blackscale Tribe, are you?"

Herkan's words came out involuntarily.

"Ok?"

Barely understanding this ancient common phrase, "the line is justice," he suddenly looked up, staring at Helkan's rugged horse-like face. After a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, he instantly understood what was going on.

These silly centaurs didn't recognize her because she leveled up and changed her appearance.

After learning the reason, Kouchijizheng suppressed his anger and considered various factors.

Maybe we can use this as leverage to make things difficult for Herkan and gain more benefits for the players... what a load of rubbish.

She couldn't suppress the anger in her heart.

"Damn it! Are your eyes on a horse's eyes? Can't you even look properly? Do you think any other demi-human could produce the men and muskets I brought? I'll fuck your horse to death! Can't you use your brain and learn something? Oh no, sorry, I forgot your horse died, so I can't teach you..."

"Caliber is justice" pointed at Helkan, and as if her lips were coated with honey, she began to unleash a series of reckless attacks.

However, adhering to the principle of "justice in words" does not mean completely disregarding the mission.

This is simply more in line with the character design in Helkan's mind, and it's also easier to handle Helkan's weak personality and tendency to compromise.

Helkan felt weak all over as he looked at the furious and exasperated "Critique of Justice".

That demeanor, that image—there's no mistake, it's that hot-tempered Black Dragon Clan leader.

No, what's wrong with the people below? Don't they understand this?

Helkan, the entire centaur, was numb, filled with despair, and recalled the events of yesterday.

Scouts outside came to report that someone was impersonating a Blackscale clan leader and provided detailed information.