Mike's heart sank a little when he heard the footsteps.
He could already picture Richards Gerald covered in blood.
He did not think much of it, but it would probably cause a lot of psychological trauma if these Centaurs, who had not participated in the revenge, saw it.
This was what Mike did not want to see.
With a reluctant mood, Mike turned to look at the village entrance.
The next moment, he was stunned.
There was no blood, no killing intent, and no strange atmosphere.
The only strange thing was that they carried a statue back.
Although the statue looked a bit rough, it looked very similar to Mike.
"What the f*ck?" Mike was completely speechless.
This statue looked too familiar!
"Lord F*ck, you came at the right time! We went out early in the morning and spent a lot of effort to look for a bigger stone!"
Richards Gerald said with some pride.
The other Centaurs that went with him were also in the same state.
Mike was completely speechless.
He turned to look at the few Centaurs beside him.
They seemed to feel a little guilty, but also a little relieved.
They felt guilty because they actually thought that their companions had gone out to kill wantonly. They were relieved because fortunately, Richards Gerald and the others did not do so.
One of the Centaurs from the main faction looked at Richards Gerald with confusion and asked,
"Didn't you go out with your weapons this morning?"
Richards Gerald was slightly stunned and said,
"Because we want to make a statue. It's very inconvenient to use our hands or hooves."
"..."
It sounded very reasonable.
Richards Gerald and the other Centaurs found a suitable place to put down the statue. They looked at the statue and then looked at Mike. With a slight frown, they said in a dissatisfied tone,
"This statue is really poorly made. It doesn't make Lord F*ck look heroic at all. We should probably train our statue making skills in the future."
The other Centaurs nodded seriously and said,
"Yes, yes. We must always remember Lord F*ck's kindness to us. If it weren't for Lord F*ck, I'm afraid we would have been bullied like before."
"Thanks to Lord F*ck, we learned to protect ourselves."
"Lord F*ck is our Centaur tribe's hero!"
Hearing these praises, Mike was completely speechless.
He did not expect himself to repeat history again.
History was indeed astonishingly similar!
Mike sighed, waved his hand, and said,
"Whatever, that's it."
Who knew that after these words were said, the Centaurs would immediately raise their hands and shout excitedly,
"Whatever!"
"Whatever!"
"..."
Mike was speechless again.
He seemed to have unknowingly caused a great impact on the Centaurs.
Mike looked at the Centaurs, thought for a moment, and asked,
"What do you plan to do next?"
The Centaurs were slightly stunned, and asked in return, "What do you mean, what do we do? Continue living."
"..."
Once again, Mike did not know what to say.
His current mood was very complicated.
On one hand, he did not want these peace-loving Centaurs to become bloodthirsty races.
However, on the other hand, he also wanted these Centaurs to quickly do something.
The reason was simple. He wanted to complete the quest as soon as possible!
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It was already the second day since his first arrival to this parallel world. He still did not know what his quest was, which was quite ridiculous.
However, he had no choice now. After all, he could not go offline and could only stay here.
What was even stranger was that this was the first time he felt hungry in Second World. This kind of thing had never happened before.
Although the game's Second World also had cooking skills and players could make food or wine.
Nevertheless, those things were simply recovery items for players, and no one had ever treated them seriously as food.
So, this was the first time that Mike wanted to "eat" in the game.
If Lord F*ck wanted to eat, the Centaurs would naturally arrange it immediately.
How could they let their benefactor go hungry?
However, the food provided by the Centaurs was actually very ordinary.
The food was mostly fruit and leaves.
There was no meat at all.
For the peace-loving Centaurs, they had no concept of "meat".
Looking at the fruit and leaves in front of him, Mike had no choice but to choose the fruit.
He could not eat the leaves, right?
After barely filling his stomach, Mike began to wait.
This wait lasted for five whole days, and Mike was about to start doubting his life.
During these five days, the whole Centaur village did not have any major events.
Everyone was just as calm as before.
Mike was about to break down.
Was he not allowed to finish the mission?
Was he going to stay here forever?
At this thought, Mike finally made a decision.
He was going to leave the Centaurs.
There must be some way to get him out of here.
Although the Centaurs were very upset about this decision, they did not insist on keeping Mike.
On this day, all the Centaurs gathered together to send Mike off.
Mike waved goodbye to everyone, and so did the Centaurs.
Looking at Mike, Richards Gerald smiled and said,
"Lord F*ck, I hope we can meet again soon.
"Please take care of your safety."
Hearing this, Mike was just about to turn around and leave, but his footsteps stopped.
"What did you say just now?"
Richards Gerald was slightly stunned. He thought he had said something wrong and nervously repeated himself.
"I said... I hope we can meet again soon..."
"No, not that, the last sentence!"
"Please be careful?" Richards Gerald repeated uncertainly.
When he heard this, Mike froze on the spot and did not say anything.
All the Centaurs looked at Mike and looked at each other, not knowing what was wrong.
Gradually, Mike's eyes widened.
He realized a serious problem.
If this was a Second World without players.
Then if he died... would he come back to life?
Thinking of this, Mike suddenly felt his lips dry. He swallowed hard, turned around, and left without saying a word.
He was going to a place to meet a "guy".
He wanted an answer from that guy.
That place was called the Tower of Challenges.
That guy was closely related to death.
His name was...
Death — Arthas!