A Psychiatrist's Bizarre Game Journey / Dream of the Mist

Firstly, this plan had only been mentioned at the Heroes' Conference and had not yet been approved through the proper procedures. Although with his strength and prestige, approval was a certainty, the procedures would still take at least seven or eight days. Unexpectedly, Zhou Ke'er returned after only a short time, even though the original deadline of fifteen days had been given.

Secondly...

As he walked, Sward said, "Speaking of which, there are actually guys like you who think about forming an alliance with all the races."

"Oh?"

Zhou Ke'er blinked, somewhat intrigued: "Who was it? What did that person say?"

“They are not human, but messengers from the undead race. They have also discovered the natural disasters you mentioned earlier, so they sent messengers to discuss forming an alliance with us.”

Sward glanced at Zhou Ke'er: "However, the undead race is not hostile to us. Our relationship is actually quite good. It's not surprising that they sent an envoy to form an alliance with us—at least it's more normal than you going to the Demon Realm to form an alliance with demons."

Zhou Ke'er was taken aback—the undead race? Those things aren't demons? He clearly remembered seeing something like a skeleton monster back in the Demon Realm...right? Huh? Really? He said he saw it, but he didn't really have any recollection of it...

With this self-doubt, Zhou Ke'er became somewhat insecure.

However, the one who can do this is most likely not an NPC from the mod world, but a player, right?

"That's true...great minds think alike."

As Zhou Ke'er was speaking, she suddenly paused, looking at Swold with a puzzled expression: "Wait a minute... why did you say 'I want to'? It was clearly an order from above to ally with the demons..."

Sward narrowed his eyes, his expression still indifferent, but his tone was somewhat chilling: "Do you really think I have no way to contact the capital? Miss Memoride, who personally murdered the king and controlled the court?"

"That sounds pretty cool."

Zhou Ke'er scratched her head, surprised that she had been discovered so quickly. But it was also understandable; after all, she was a hero and couldn't be kept in the dark forever. "So, are you going to execute me?"

Upon hearing this conversation, the demons behind him all showed expressions of surprise, and even Dio, who had been completely invisible until now, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

“There’s no need for that. As a hero, my loyalty is to humanity first, then to my country. First, the monster that possessed the king’s body is not human, and second, even if he dies, it won’t affect the country. And you at least haven’t plotted to usurp the throne, so why would I need to kill you?”

Sward replied curtly, as if it were just a joke.

Zhou Ke'er blinked, not continuing the conversation, but instead glancing ahead, "Is that the undead army you mentioned earlier stationed up ahead? I didn't expect you to bring so many, they're much stronger than me..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Ke'er's eyes widened suddenly.

At the front of the undead camp, a figure stood silently, his gaze sweeping over all those in the middle before meeting Zhou Ke'er's.

"Flamingo?!"

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609. Meeting

The messenger from the undead race is actually a flamingo?!

Well... although it was completely unexpected, it somehow makes perfect sense. After all, Red Crane's character template is [Ferryman of the Styx], which does indeed have a high affinity with the undead.

When Honghe saw Zhou Ke'er in the distance, her expression didn't change much, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

She reached out and waved to Zhou Ke'er.

Sward looked slightly surprised and glanced at Zhou Ke'er: "That's the envoy sent by the undead... but it seems I don't need to introduce you. It looks like you two know each other."

Luo Ye'er, standing behind Zhou Ke'er, remained silent, her eyes dimming as she watched Zhou Ke'er's retreating figure. Sure enough, Mei Moride... wherever she went, she would encounter familiar friends, and Luo Ye'er was probably just another insignificant member among them. But if that was the case... why did Mei Moride bother becoming her only one?

A black mist welled up in Loyal's eyes, and some hidden energy seemed to be stirring within her: She wanted to possess her all to herself! She wanted to make her hers alone!

Dio, who was standing next to Zhou Ke'er, was startled when he saw that Loyer had suddenly become strange. He instinctively tried to pull Zhou Ke'er back to remind him that something seemed wrong.

But before she could even reach out, Zhou Ke'er ran quickly towards Honghe with a beaming smile, "I didn't expect you to be here too... Did you bring all these undead? You've been a huge help! You're amazing!"

Honghe, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, began talking to Zhou Ke'er. She waved the scythe in her hand and said, "It's not a difficult thing—if they don't want to, I just take them to the other side of the river. So they all listen to me."

The other side of the river... is it the River Styx?

To utter such threatening words with a blank expression—that's definitely Honghe's style!

"But... how did you suddenly come up with the idea of ​​forming an alliance with such a large group of undead and humans?"

Zhou Ke'er stroked her chin and thought for a moment, but she still couldn't figure out why Red Crane would do such a thing. It was natural for Zhou Ke'er to seek an alliance with the demons, but Red Crane's initiative to approach the human alliance... it felt like she had some kind of premonition.

A gleam of wisdom flashed in the flamingo's dead fish eyes: "That's how it is. The place where I first appeared in the module was the capital of a country called the Duchy of Dragon. From the very beginning, it seemed to have been completely occupied by some kind of monster and had already fallen."

I initially thought the mod's world was set in a post-apocalyptic world, but after escaping the Duchy of Dragon, I discovered that there were other human nations that hadn't been greatly affected yet—so I deduce that the mod's current storyline is that a disaster has just struck, and our mission is to stop it.

Although I've deduced this information, my lobbying skills alone certainly won't be enough to get the surrounding human nations to focus their attention on this newly emerged disaster. So, I'll first try to learn about the background of this mod world through various channels.

Then, by chance, I ended up in the territory of the undead—this might be related to my character template. Afterwards, I coerced this large group of undead to come and ally with the human alliance—because I guessed that, given your personality and habits, if you hadn't initially appeared in dragon or elven territory, places not located in the central continent, you would have definitely come to the human alliance.

"What?! You sound like you've completely figured me out!"

Zhou Ke'er made the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone. As it turns out, no matter how beautiful a face is, it's impossible to look good if it shows such a distorted expression.

Honghe tilted her head, blinked, and struck Zhou Ke'er's standard pose after she was transformed. Despite her expressionless face, she answered innocently, "I didn't touch it. Nor did I go through it."

Car! What a fast car!

It's the familiar flamingo!

It was truly a meeting of equals, a clash of talents. Zhou Ke'er, who hadn't seen Hong He for almost a hundred chapters, deeply felt that Hong He's skills had improved.

"And... are you addicted to feminization? Why do I always see you like this... do you have some kind of mental illness? A doctor can't heal himself, so let me, the psychologist, help you diagnose it."

Flamingo's dead fish eyes revealed a look of disgust: "Don't be afraid to seek medical help. Don't give up on treatment; you can still regain your former glory."

Zhou Ke'er's forehead creased with a tic-tac-toe mark: "You still ask me why I became like this? When I was forcibly stuffed into this body, weren't you just watching from the sidelines? Not only did you not come to help me, but you also acted as if you didn't recognize me at all... Why did you just watch! Senior Red Crane, have you betrayed me too?!"

"Ah, sparrow food."

Honghe looked as if she had just remembered (still expressionless), "Then it's alright."

At this moment, Sward stepped forward, his expression indifferent: "Excuse me, I understand your excitement at being reunited, but it's best not to waste too much time here... This Miss Memoride has brought back a squad of demons, and you can see those soldiers over there who are unaware of the situation are already preparing to launch an attack."

When Honghe first heard the name, she was taken aback for a moment, but she quickly realized what it meant and nodded in agreement.

Zhou Ke'er, not one to stand on ceremony, put her arm around Honghe's shoulder and smiled at Sward, "Don't be like that, it's okay if we waste time, you can just take them over and settle them in, why are you calling me?"

Swold frowned slightly: "You... this plan is still just a proposal at the Heroes' Council, it hasn't been approved according to the procedures yet, and you've already come back... so you need to report it and explain the situation."

"The efficiency is so low. In special circumstances like this, things should be simplified. Almost all the high-ranking officials in the kingdom are dead. Who are we trying to impress with these procedures?"

Zhou Ke'er pouted, complaining as she went, but she had no choice but to call out to the demons following behind, such as Loyal, to catch up, and then followed Sward.

Honghe, needless to say, went with Zhou Ke'er without her even being called.

Just then, a soldier who looked like a messenger rushed over. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Swold and hurriedly said, "Hero! Something bad has happened... The Grand Duchy of Fuya suddenly announced that it is withdrawing from the coalition! Their hero just received the notice, and now the troops they sent are in chaos. What should we do?"

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610. Emergencies

Upon hearing this, Sward couldn't help but frown slightly. Instead of making a hasty decision, he asked, "They want to withdraw from the coalition? What's going on? What's their reason?"

The messenger shook his head: "It's still unclear, but it seems that because of this so-called 'reason,' their hero clashed with the messenger who issued the order to withdraw from the coalition."

Sward's eyes narrowed slightly. He nodded, but then instructed the soldier to take Zhou Ke'er and the others to a place where Loyer's troops could set up camp. After all, this happened too unfortunately. A certain grand duchy was actually going to withdraw from the human alliance. Before dealing with this matter, the decision-makers probably wouldn't have much energy to spare for this.

But Zhou Ke'er followed behind Sward with a grin: "Oh, why are you taking me there when they're stationed there? I'll go with you and see what's going on."

Honghe, needless to say, naturally followed silently behind. Although this matter seemed to be an internal affair of the Allied Forces and had little to do with her, it was understandable that she, as an envoy negotiating the alliance, was worried about these things and wanted to know the specifics.

However, Dio didn't follow. Firstly, as a vampire herself, she figured they wouldn't allow her to inquire about the Allied Forces' internal situation. Secondly... Dio had a feeling that if she went over, Loyal would probably kill her. Although she didn't know why, Dio's sixth sense was always very accurate.

Sward glanced at Zhou Ke'er but didn't object. He simply waved his hand and strode towards the camp of the Grand Duchy of Fuyaer.

Zhou Ke'er and Honghe followed closely behind.

Because the brave warrior Swold led the way, no soldiers tried to stop them along the way, and they arrived smoothly at the camp area of ​​the Grand Duchy of Fuya.

Just as they approached the main tent, a rather annoyed voice rang out: "What kind of reason is this? For something like this, you want us to withdraw from the allied forces? Are you kidding me? Has His Majesty gone mad? Surely he hasn't secretly sided with the devil!"

Zhou Ke'er clicked her tongue. Goodness, the warriors of the Grand Duchy of Fuya are indeed quite brave, daring to say such things.

Then came another helpless voice: "Hero, I'm just a messenger. Even if you question me, it won't do any good. I dare not disobey His Highness's orders; I can only convey this decision to you..."

"It's no use even if he makes a decision! When a general is in the field, he may disobey orders. Unless he comes in person and calls the army back, I will not withdraw my troops."

The hero's voice gradually calmed down, as if he realized that yelling at the messenger was useless, but his words were not at all gentle: "Go back and tell him, no, ask him... whether he has been sitting on the throne for too long, is tired of it, and wants someone else to sit on it for him."

"Wow!" Zhou Ke'er exclaimed from outside the tent. "Wow! This guy is really brave!"

The hero has truly reached the pinnacle of his generation.

Sward stood expressionless, as if he hadn't heard the hero's outrageous words at all. He reached out and patted the tent entrance—there were no soldiers guarding the tent, apparently driven away by the hero, so there was no one to announce his arrival.

However, it seemed that the sound of Sward clapping was not heard from inside; the argument was still going on.

Swold frowned slightly, then cleared his throat and said, "Brave Warrior Fiore, I apologize for disturbing you, but I wonder if I could trouble you for a little while?"

The sounds inside the tent paused for a moment, then footsteps approached the door, and with a "whoosh," the curtain was lifted.

"...Hero Swold? What brings you here all of a sudden...? I'm sorry, we have some urgent matters to attend to right now and may not be able to receive you. How about this, I'll personally invite you over when I have some free time later..."

A middle-aged man with a resolute appearance and a hint of arrogance in his eyes lifted the curtain. He looked at Sward and was taken aback for a moment, but quickly composed himself and spoke in a kind tone.

Sward shook his head: "I came here because of what's troubling you right now—I heard that your King has ordered you to withdraw from the coalition and withdraw your troops immediately?"

Upon hearing this, Fiore's expression changed, and he immediately grabbed Sward's right wrist, unable to help but ask, "How do you know about this?"

Sward remained calm, only slightly frowning, seemingly puzzled: "It's not just me who knows; soon everyone else will find out too. But I noticed you didn't seem to intend to spread this news. How could it be so quickly known to everyone?"

"How is this possible..."

Fiore was speaking when he suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned to look into the tent and roared, "Did you do this?!"

"Yes...His Majesty ordered me to do this..."

The messenger's hesitant voice rang out.

Damn it!

Fiore cursed angrily. If Sward hadn't reminded him, he probably wouldn't have realized it until the troops were in chaos.

They've gone mad to resort to such despicable tactics to force them to withdraw their troops!

There's no way around it now; Fiore needs to quell the unrest quickly. Sometimes, chaos in one unit can trigger a chain reaction, especially if the news of a Grand Duchy withdrawing from the coalition spreads throughout the entire coalition, causing a major upheaval.

If the enemy were to seize the opportunity to launch a surprise attack at such a time, they would inevitably suffer a devastating defeat, and then the Grand Duchy of Fuya would be the culprits of that defeat!

But before he could even step out of the tent, he heard the messenger's voice from inside: "I'm sorry, hero—we cannot let you leave here just yet."

Strangely, after the messenger finished saying "Hero," his voice suddenly changed, as if it had been switched to that of a completely different person.

Suddenly, a pitch-black magic circle appeared beneath Fiore's feet, and countless thorns and vines made of black mist spread out rapidly in the blink of an eye, binding the unsuspecting Fiore tightly and dragging him into the tent.