My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

While the heated discussion continued in the chat group,

A person suddenly appeared in the group list.

She greeted me very politely as soon as she logged on:

[Adria]: "Greetings, I am the newly joined Apostle of the Holy Sunflower, Adria."

Please continue to guide me in the future.

The group of people who were spouting nonsense suddenly fell silent.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on their faces.

Like elementary school students caught doing something wrong, they all became shy and awkward.

[Second-in-Command]: "Hahaha, of course we welcome girls to join us."

"Please continue to take care of me in the future."

The change in the second-in-command's attitude was quite obvious.

They completely displayed their shamelessness.

He didn't care what he had just said.

Anyway, for a nanny role like this, you can lick her whenever you want; there's no harm in it.

If you can get along well with the other party, you will save a lot of red medicine in the future.

They don't like drinking those cheap, watered-down, low-quality products.

My stomach feels bloated for a long time after each time I drink it.

It greatly hinders the performance of our abilities.

The other two shared this thought, and they also adopted a caring tone.

[Hawkeye]: "Welcome, new teammate! From now on, please help me pull out any arrows I miss."

"By the way, can holy light cure strabismus?"

[Blind Man]: "Yay~, new sister~~~, welcome to the Rootless Alliance~!"

"We can form a team sometime and call it the 'Double Sisters'~."

[Scarface]: "Ahem! This...Apostle Saint Sunflower, is it? I see your holy light is quite something!"

"How about we collaborate to open a small, life-saving clinic?"

"I'll cover the venue and equipment; the consultation fee will be split 30/70, you get 70%, I get 30%!"

"What do you think?"

The enthusiasm in the chat group made Adriana, who had just joined, feel a little uncomfortable.

She gave a very shy, uniform response.

"Thank you for your kindness, but my holy light cannot be used indiscriminately."

"It can only heal injuries and ward off evil, but it cannot cure diseases, nor can it be used to make a profit."

"Otherwise, it would break the oath and cause a sharp reduction in power."

Those with ulterior motives curled their lip in disapproval upon hearing this.

They dispelled their ulterior motives.

They refocused their attention on the important matter at hand.

The 200 orcs are now ready, and the ordinary residents of the village are all healed.

Next, it's time to prepare for the relocation.

Queen Dorothy, hands on her hips, stood on the roof and issued her command:

"You worthless leeks, I, the Queen, will reluctantly lend you these wagons used to transport dried meat."

"At the same time, 10 orc veterans who know the way will be assigned as horses to pull you back to the territory to fulfill your duties as leeks."

"Now, set off with gratitude. Doro!"

The villagers, who had tidied up a bit, were full of hope.

They never expected so many things to happen that night.

First came the monster raid, then the bonfire party, and finally the undead attack.

After experiencing all these events, everyone felt physically and mentally exhausted.

They really didn't want to stay here any longer.

This place seems to be cursed; you might die a horrible death at any moment.

So in order to get on the road as soon as possible.

Each family carried very little luggage.

Most of it consisted of clothes and that box of dried meat.

As for other survival supplies, Dorothy has already provided them.

Once we get there, the second-in-command will have everything prepared.

After all, the contribution points they earned in the village were enough for them to squander.

Even the number of orcs has been expanded to 200.

At the final moment of departure,

The villagers, boarding the carriage, took one last look at their hometown.

The resentment and heartache in her eyes were impossible to hide.

If there were a way, who would want to leave?

Amidst sobs, the convoy slowly drove away from the village.

Only Dorothy, the saintess, and 190 orcs remained to guard the place.

The villagers, who acted as a mediator, were lost.

The beastmen, who had acted as obedient children, have once again turned into thugs.

Each one was incredibly violent, and they were all preparing for a war that would erupt in screams of "Waaaaaah!!"

Seeing this, Dorothy naturally wouldn't dampen the orcs' enthusiasm.

She shouted at the orc leader who was waiting for orders:

"Lu Bu! I, the Queen, order you to take your worthless green-skinned hordes and hide in the bungalow!"

"We're about to launch Operation 'Operation Sneaky'!"

"When humans and the undead fight in the village, all humans who enter the bungalows are knocked unconscious."

"Any skeleton that enters will be eaten as snacks."

"Do you understand the objective of secretly developing your strength and weakening the enemy? Doro!"

Upon hearing this order, Lu Bu, who had been eagerly anticipating his actions, couldn't fully comprehend it.

But he still revealed a sinister smile.

"No problem, big pink-haired guy."

"The green-skinned boys love this kind of cunning and cruel strategy."

"We'll definitely beat them to a pulp, waaaaaah!!!"

All the orcs shouted in unison, and the powerful sound waves caused the nearby tree branches to vibrate.

"Enough, stop howling, or the enemy will find us."

Dorothy quickly spoke up to warn them, fearing that these fools would ruin the plan.

He then took out a scroll from his spatial ring.

Under the puzzled gazes of the orcs and the saintess, it tore open without hesitation.

As soon as the scroll was unrolled, it transformed into countless tiny stars and merged into the bodies of everyone present.

A message that only they could see suddenly appeared before their eyes.

[Ding! Detection avoidance reel is now active. 7 hours and 59 minutes remaining.]

"This, this is..." Adriana was stunned for a moment.

Then a piece of information from the inherited knowledge surfaced in my mind.

This detection scrollbar is a module derived from the third-circle spell in Dungeons & Dragons 5E.

It possesses the ability to block the detection of prophetic magic.

This is an item that Scarface bought for Dorothy by using his own contribution points.

The goal is to block any information from my hometown.

To avoid having your secrets exposed by the detection reel.

In that case, he wouldn't be able to continue as an undercover agent.

So the stingy Scarface had to reluctantly part with his money, buying 5 cards for Little Bean as spares, at 100 contribution points each.

This was prepared to cope with the expedition.

With a major battle imminent, Dorothy naturally brought it out to use.

That's why we're in this situation now.

The scroll's execution left some of the clumsy orcs quite bewildered.

They were only curious for a moment before following Dorothy's orders and quietly making their way to the bungalow where they had lived before.

He stared at the window with a sinister expression.

Waiting to launch a surprise attack on the enemy.

Once everything was ready, Dorothy waved to the saint.

The two of them hid together in the village chief's old house.

I watched as the six purple moons in the sky slowly changed.

Within the forest.

A clandestine chase is underway.

Cyril, accompanied by Scarface and 600 soldiers, advanced lightly armed and quickly approached the village, guided by the villagers.

Behind them,

The gravedigger lurked in the darkness, his green eyes fixed intently on the troops ahead.

"Hehehe, run, run even faster!"

"The closer you get, the closer you are to eternal sleep."

"I'm really looking forward to acquiring a lot of collectibles, especially that blond one."

"His remains are absolutely a top-tier collection."

Some of the more frenzied gravediggers, suppressing their urge to attack, followed slowly and deliberately in the darkness.

Finally, after a long run.

The dark forest scene gradually opened up.

Cyril, who was running at the front, suddenly brightened up and waved to all the soldiers.

"Slow down the march, everyone rest while remaining on guard."

Upon receiving the order, the 600 soldiers stopped in unison.

Somewhat out of breath, they began to calm their breathing, preparing to regain their strength for the upcoming battle.