Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 834 - 544 The Wall Falls and Everyone Pushes_3

Chapter 834: Chapter 544 The Wall Falls and Everyone Pushes_3

"I’ve heard that they’ve already developed a plague virus that undead soldiers can carry," someone said. "Once an attack lands on a living being, it infects them with the plague, and after they die, they transform into these plague-carrying undead soldiers."

"What? There’s such an evil plague virus?" another exclaimed. "If that’s the case, wouldn’t the resurrection spells become useless? They just need to drop a few undead soldiers into a city, and in no time, the entire city will be occupied by countless undead soldiers?"

"Exactly, that’s the terrifying and malevolent nature of those Efanso necromancers," the first speaker continued gravely. "This is why they must be eradicated immediately. We wouldn’t want to wake up one day surrounded by plague-infected zombies, would we?"

"This situation is like trying to drive away the wolf only to invite a ferocious tiger in return. We killed a local wolf, but what if the ferocious Conqueror Army takes over Efanso and decides not to leave? When we wake up one day to find ourselves surrounded by the Conqueror Army instead, it wouldn’t be much better than being surrounded by plague-infested zombies, would it?"

"That’s not something for us to worry about, but the city lords and guild leaders should consider it," someone opined. "Handing the city over to the Conqueror Army can’t be worse than leaving it in the hands of these leaders."

"You probably haven’t heard yet, but the Conqueror Army’s merchant caravans have already started putting up migration ads in various cities," a voice chimed in. "Anyone willing to migrate voluntarily can join them and return with the Conqueror Army, enjoying the same treatment as Tesser immigrants. I’ve seen it; they offer no small reward. Quite a few homeless wanderers have already chosen to follow them to the Conqueror Army."

"I’ve heard about this long ago," someone scoffed, "In my opinion, anyone who goes with them is a fool. Who knows what kind of oppression they’ll face after joining the Conqueror Army? Heh... they say migration, but once they reach the valley, they might just find themselves sold to the wealthy as slaves. Although Sambia has abolished slavery in name, many rich estates still retain a large number of contracted serfs."

"Your words reveal your utter ignorance and lack of understanding of the current Conqueror Army situation," came a scathing reply. "Do you have any idea how much wealth they plundered from those Monster Tribes when they previously broke through the Giant Plains?

No?

They’ve recently struck a deal with horse traders from the City of Brilliance, exchanging one thousand gigantic warhorses and one thousand gigantic buffalo for a staggering thirteen thousand warhorses, including many fine light and heavy warhorses. This trade alone is worth more than two million Gold Coins.

And they still possess over three thousand of those gigantic beasts, worth over three million.

Do you think selling slaves is more profitable than these unique animals?

You can see by the speed they’re setting up industries in our city that they don’t lack for money.

Would they tarnish their reputation over a trivial sum? No one that foolish could garner such widespread support."

"Only the stupidest trade people as cattle," a voice agreed. "The truly wise cherish their people as citizens, helping them generate even greater value. I believe it’s precisely because the Conqueror has this quality that he’s able to attract so many followers."

"Are you suggesting you plan to join the Conqueror Army?"

"Why not? I’m all on my own, already sick of this putrid city. This could be my chance for a completely new life. I’ve heard that in the Conqueror Army, they don’t care about your background, only your ability. Generals and commanders are newly promoted. With my skills, I should at least earn a position as a commander."

"Ha...this notion of yours is laughable. If you really had ability, you’d already be in charge here. Why bother with the Conqueror Army?"

"It’s different, completely different. City squabbles aren’t just about who’s tougher but also who’s more unscrupulous. I have a conscience; I refuse to engage in such limitless deeds, or I would have succeeded already."

"You might have more conscience than most from the Giant Dragon Coast, I’ll give you that, but more ability? Heh... that’s debatable. If you do make it in the Conqueror Army, send us a message. Maybe we’ll come join you."

"You’ll hear from me when I succeed!"

As Phantom Broadcasting Stones were secretly delivered to major cities, running on a loop through the streets and alleys, the resulting impact and shock were unimaginable, and many people found themselves nauseated.

Public opinion sprinted in a direction vehemently detrimental to Efanso.

Meanwhile, conspiracy theories detrimental to the Conqueror Army emerged, suggesting that the Army fabricated these stories to create a pretext for attacking Efanso.

But Gaven and his group were well prepared, having anticipated such developments and formulated comprehensive contingency plans.

Embedded within the crowds, members of the Avenger Rebellion Army were tasked with suppressing the rhetoric unfavorable to the Conqueror Army, steering all discourse in a direction beneficial to them.

It’s easy to kick someone when they’re down.

The Efanso necromancers had hardly any respectable allies in the cities surrounding the Giant Dragon Coast, and many people already held negative views of them, fueled by sordid rumors abounding in the streets.

With this as the backdrop, all manner of accusations came tumbling out.

True or false, everything became evidence of Efanso’s crimes.

Not just the unaffiliated, but even those who had dealings with them, were now quick to sever ties, especially those involved in secret human trades through The Evil Forces. They felt particularly uneasy.

If such dealings were to become public knowledge, especially to the relatives of those who had been sold, these individuals would be purged even before Efanso fell.

One by one, they scrambled to cover their tracks and clear their names.

They were among those most eager for Efanso’s downfall, hoping to completely uproot the organization, leaving none of the top ranks alive.