The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

She knew very well that in this situation, experienced experts were much more powerful than a bunch of rabble.

So she called up the adventure team she had been in before she was recruited.

A wind whisperer, a pharmacist, and a wizard.

Then select a dozen strong Tumo warriors and pair them with two experienced guides.

An adventure team that was almost armed to the teeth was successfully established.

"ready to go!"

Bikona spread out the map and tapped on it.

"Let's go here first."

She explained.

"Pharmacist Bayisma lives here."

"She may know something about the cause of this change."

"Besides, if we can get her help, our operation this time should be much more effective."

After some discussion, it was found that no one had any objection.

So Bikona and her group got on a carriage and drove into the endless darkness.

"What a horrible night it is."

I don’t know how long I walked, but what came into view was still the endless darkness.

It's like an eternal night that can never be escaped.

Just being in it gives you a creepy feeling.

"Hello, can you hear anything?" Bikona asked the Windtalker.

After drinking a bottle of potion, the Windtalker listened to the message from the wind.

After a moment, Windtalker shook his head.

"My Lord, I can't hear anything—"

"It seems that only death and despair came with the wind."

“…” Bikona said after a moment of silence.

"That doesn't sound like a good sign."

"boom!"

The carriage suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

Bikona drew her sword alertly.

"Lady Bikona, we've arrived."

The guide outside the carriage said this, his voice trembling slightly.

"but……"

Ok?

Hearing the fear in the guide's voice, Bikona lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked out.

Then, a small town came into their sight.

only……

The town is now dilapidated, desolate and deserted.

It seems to have lost all vitality.

"It's hard to imagine." Bikona murmured to herself.

“The last time I was here, the town was still so vibrant.”

"I didn't expect that in such a short time, it would become like this—"

Bikona still remembers.

In small towns at that time, there would be soldiers standing guard loyally near the walls.

On the road leading to the town center, small vendors pass by from time to time.

The land outside the town was reclaimed by hardworking slaves, with green seedlings and clear canals intertwined, creating a scene of bountiful harvest with crisscrossing fields.

On a pasture a little further away, livestock would be strolling leisurely, occasionally lowering their heads to chew on the tender grass.

However, now there is nothing here except dead silence.

Except for the occasional wind blowing through the window, bringing a whirring sound that makes people feel numb.

Then there is nothing left.

"Zeng——" Bikona drew out her sword and quickly arranged her team.

Several Tumo warriors and a guide looked after the carriage and supplies.

The rest of the people went into the town to investigate.

"Don't stay too far away from each other!"

"I've memorized everyone's secret code!"

“I have to find a place to carve it every once in a while!”

Bikona instructed.

Then, the group walked into the town cautiously.

"Lady Bikona." Soon, a warrior made a judgment based on the situation on the scene.

"The enemy attacked here..."

"And it's cavalry!"

"I can see it." Bikona felt the horseshoe prints on the ground.

"This messy trace... there are quite a few people."

"There are at least thirty or more."

"Could it be that they were attacked by horse bandits?" asked the wizard.

"But this town has quite a few guards."

"It won't be so easy to be taken down by horse bandits."

"Not a bandit!" Bikona said firmly.

"The depth of the horse's hooves—it's heavy cavalry!"

"Heavy cavalry!?" Everyone looked at each other in surprise.

This is no ordinary event.

Now this area can afford heavy cavalry...

Gorolu?

"I'm afraid it really is them."

After entering several rooms and searching, the Tumo warrior stood in front of everyone and reported.

"There are signs of fighting inside the house."

"But there are no living people."

"The livestock, the food, the cloth...all gone."

"It's exactly the same as the traces of looting after the enemy raided the town."

"Let me listen..." The Wind Talker listened again.

"Despair, fear, revenge, astonishment, death..."

"The town has indeed experienced blood and fire."

"Lady Bikona!" At this time, a Tumo warrior ran over hurriedly.

"There is a situation!"

Soon, under the guidance of the warrior, Bikona arrived outside the almost completely collapsed house of Bayisema.

"How is this possible!?" the wizard exclaimed.

At first glance, it was clear that Bayisema had been attacked.

"Could it be that Bayisema has already!!"

"That shouldn't be possible." Bikonna shook her head. "Bayisema has war slaves that haven't been delivered yet."

"She herself is also capable of driving those war slaves."

"Ten war slaves combined together will be a terrifying force."

"Even if the attackers had heavy cavalry, it would not be easy to take them down."

"Besides..." Bikona said contemptuously, "The Gorolu people only have that much ability."

"I guess it's more likely that after a firefight, Bayisema and the attackers reached some kind of agreement."

"Either they left, or they temporarily followed them to a place."

"After all—Bayisema is a rare talent."

"I don't think anyone would execute such a talented person directly."

After listening to Kona's analysis, everyone nodded in agreement.

"really."

"You are truly worthy of being the most capable warrior under the command of the City Lord."

"Ms. Bikona is the embodiment of wisdom and bravery."

"Hmph." Bikona raised the corner of her mouth with a smile: "Stop flattering me."

"Now let's go..."

"Ah!" Suddenly, several screams were heard in the night sky.

Chapter 122 - Night of the Skeleton Returns

The familiar screams were even mixed with the neighing of horses.

"Oh no!" the Tumo warriors screamed, "Those of us left outside have been attacked!"

"The attacker hasn't gone far yet!"

"Zeng—" Bikona took out her enchanted sword and shouted angrily: "Warriors, follow me!"

However, just as the team ran out of the collapsed house, a horrifying scene came into their sight—

At some point, shadowy figures appeared on the streets, in the alleys, and next to the houses. Under the cover of the pitch-black night, they looked like ghosts!

However, these guys were not the Gorolu people who had turned against them as Bikona and the others had imagined.

Instead, there were piles of white bones, each holding a bone knife and a bone shield. Their eyes flickered with faint soul fire, staring intently at Bikona and her group.

Like a bloodthirsty jackal.

"What kind of monster is this!?"

Even though Bikona was knowledgeable and experienced, her thoughts were still temporarily interrupted at this moment.

She has seen ghosts.

I've also encountered ghosts.

He even helped some wizards to expel evil spirits from some houses.

But this strutting skeleton...