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Chapter 572 - 555: The Camp is Breached!

Chapter 572: Chapter 555: The Camp is Breached!

"Guardian God, don’t listen to that Mu Ying, she’s even afraid of a head-on battle. There’s no need for you to risk going out. Just stay here in the camp, we’re all here! If she really dares to attack the camp, then she is the public enemy of all humanity!"

"Yeah, if she dares to destroy our camp, we’ll go to Qingshan City to demonstrate and protest! I don’t believe that with so many of us, she would actually dare to move against us!"

"She doesn’t even dare to face us in battle, can she break through the Territory Shield?"

"Right, just stay safe in your territory! We’ve been looked after by you for so long, now it’s our turn to help you! Mu Ying just wants to force you out, you can’t fall for it!"

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The players at Yellow Earth Camp are actually quite united, all wanting to keep Cold Deer within the territory.

But the merchants in the camp aren’t so optimistic, and they’ve started packing up their belongings, now they are no longer as restricted as they used to be.

They had been eyeing the barren camp with few people with disfavor for a while, and now who doesn’t know that Deep Blue Star’s most promising territory with the potential to win the City-level Territory competition is Qingshan City?

Many of them remained here just waiting for the world lockdown to lift, so they could be completely free and then move to the victorious territory!

But with the current situation unfolding, these native players stubbornly believe in Cold Deer, who is like a tumorous growth; they do not think that Mu Ying is just playing around.

They all know how fragile the protective shield of a No Master Camp can be, and that level 11 professionals can break it easily.

Mu Ying, who is consistently number one in the world in personal and territory development, and who has seen the vastness of the outside world, is not someone they dare to underestimate.

Might makes right, and strength gives you a say. If you provoke a strong player and get killed, in the outside world, people will say you got what you deserved for being weak and dumb. Only those in this world dare to fantasize that strong players can be constrained by the will of many weaker ones!

They don’t want to join these fools in offending someone. The few merchants in the camp gathered together and collectively submitted an application to the Evolution Center to withdraw from the camp. Such applications to leave because of the imminent destruction of the camp, especially with unanimous consent, are almost certainly approved immediately, and they even waived the penalty fees.

Having received the application and become completely free, they quickly packed up and headed for the Transmission Array.

"What are you guys doing?" a player asked, unable to hold back as he saw them closing up shop and moving en masse.

"The camp is going to be gone, so of course we’re leaving!" said a merchant. "Considering you’ve patronized my shop before, I’ll give you a piece of advice, don’t mix with those who are swayed by meager benefits. Cold Deer isn’t a good thing. If you can run, you’d better run fast!"

"That can’t be right! There’s so many of us here! How could Mu Ying dare to directly attack the camp? She would be despised for eternity and cursed to death!"

"Despised for eternity? With her strength and status as a Trialist, as long as she does not die, igniting the Divine Fire is inevitable. She’s so cautious, do you think she’s that easy to kill? Even after you’re dead, she will still be living well. A thousand years later, when you’ve turned to dust and ashes, she will still be sitting in Divine Country comfortably. Do you still think she’ll be despised for eternity? Dream on!

Do you dare to curse a god? Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution? If you’re not as strong as her, just behave!" said the merchant irritably. "Anyway, I’ve said my piece, whether you go or stay is up to you! If you don’t have money to teleport, it might be good to hide outside tomorrow."

The player was stunned by the words, watching the merchant rush toward the Transmission Array, hesitating now about the concern he hadn’t felt before.

Mu Ying wouldn’t really dare to attack the camp, would she?

But what if she does? Would those left in the camp be persecuted for anger?

He doesn’t believe he can stand up to Mu Ying in terms of strength; if he could, they wouldn’t have resorted to a campaign of public opinion.

Maybe it’s better to go out and hide tomorrow!

This idea, once sprung, simply couldn’t be suppressed.

The collective migration of the shopkeepers had shaken many players like himself, who were not deeply involved and didn’t trust the Cold Deer much; they snuck away from the camp under the cover of night.

Mu Ying was on her Magic Flying Carpet, and besides occasionally getting distracted by sensing the position of the Cold Deer leader, she spent the time mostly reading a book on her own, even too lazy to pay any attention to the rabble in the camp.

The next day, as the sun rose and the morning light bathed the earth, players on the square laughingly said, "It’s dawn! Where is Mu Ying?"

"I told you she wouldn’t dare! She only said those things to try to force the Guardian God to go out!"

"Wait, why is the sky suddenly overcast?"

Before the smug looks could fade from the players’ faces, a sudden blizzard and hailstorm came crashing down, the Territory Shield flickering as if it might shatter in the next second.

By then, not a single person had caught a glimpse of Mu Ying’s figure.

The Cold Deer leader standing in the middle of the square realized only now just how strong Mu Ying’s stealth techniques were; not even it could detect the slightest flaw.

She only used the Snow Rainstorm, which doesn’t have particularly high damage; it seems she still had some reservations.

It lifted its head and let out a long cry, saying in Universal Language, "Mu Ying, don’t harm the innocents. They are your kin. I will come out and fight you in a fair and square battle!"

However, all that responded to it were the endless blizzards and the increasingly precarious state of the camp’s protective shield.

The players who had stayed in the camp were also panicking. Being pelted by such large hailstones was a nasty business, and the protective shield really seemed like it couldn’t hold on much longer.

If the camp really was gone, what would they do? Snow Beasts often harassed the outskirts; they certainly didn’t want to be without a peaceful place to sleep.

Only when the fire is scorching their heels do they know fear, and no longer can they utter words of wanting to keep the Cold Deer.

Some still looked at the Cold Deer with hopeful eyes, wishing it would, as it claimed, quickly go out.

But the Cold Deer wasn’t foolish, either. Without Mu Ying showing herself, it feared that even if it went out, it would be hard-pressed to resist and would meet its end; it continued trying to provoke Mu Ying with words, hoping she would reveal herself, "Mu Ying! As the mightiest on Deep Blue Star, are you too afraid to even respond?"

Right then, Mu Ying was holding a box of Frost Snow Powder, waiting in the air!

The No Master Camp’s protective shield was much more fragile than the players had imagined, shattering into nothingness under the Snow Rainstorm in less than twenty seconds.

The blizzard poured down into the camp unabated, and the players scurried for cover, clutching their heads.

Mu Ying immediately used Wind Creation Skill to sweep the Frost Snow Powder towards the Cold Deer.

Only then did the Cold Deer realize just how ruthless Mu Ying’s heart was.

It had studied the social structure of this world in the past and had investigated Mu Ying’s life experience, creating a strategy that targeted her specifically.

To think that she remained completely unmoved and never showed herself, that these people had no impact on her whatsoever—it had wasted its efforts!

It quickly ran towards the snowy plains, knowing it couldn’t counterattack without finding her position, left with no choice but to wait to be hit; staying any longer was meaningless.

Its eyes showed despair, fearing that this migration plan would fail again, and cursed that the world’s mightiest was a Druid!