Bored Gamer In Other Worlds Chapter 487
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"Indeed we do." Amira Walker nodded as she wore the same emotionless expression on her face.
"Men! Ready yourselves for some priceless pussy and gold! We shall feast tonight in them both! Charge!" The big leader roared and he personally led his boys for conquest.
Tap!
Tap!
Tap!
There was a legion of horses as 250 of them and their master riders raced towards the golden pot at the end of this quest.
Everyone of them saw no swords, shields, nor tall walls in this residential construct.
These medieval soldiers expected for easy picking but alas, they were met with fatal resistance in the end.
"BANG!"
"BANG!"
"BANG!" A rapid shower of death descended unto the poor mortals who were bravely advancing. Unlike the encounter with the horde of goblins, this one did not strike at the ground and rocks alone.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
"PLEASEEEEEEEEE!"
"MERCYYYYYYYYY!" The cavalry from a certain kingdom in this fantasy world was decimated in mere seconds.
The others were lucky since they could utter a death cry or beg for their lives but the same was definitely not true towards the sad leader of this bunch.
The big nasty leader died in an instant. His head exploded into a crimson misshapen shape and the rest of his huge body was torn into bits and pieces next.
The scene was as bloody and gruesome as ever. It was a massacre!
"MOOOOOM!"
"DAAADDDD!" The children in the camp could not help but shout in shock. Not a few of them puked on the spot.
It did not need telling that a number of parents had also spilled their guts out in the aftermath of this unfortunate event.
"It's alright, child. Just close your eyes. Nothing bad will happen to you." In the end, the parents could only console their children with their own different variations of soothing words.
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"NEEEEEEEIGHHHHHH!" Two hundred fifty souls of men perished on this fateful day.
But what was surprising was that no horses or animals were harmed in the conclusion of this brief conflict.
It was obvious that the android Amira Walker had seen to it that only those wicked trash of society ate the bullet in this very fine afternoon.
"Cleaning bots, scrub the place up. Be sure to sanitize the area completely." Amira Walker said and her words were taken into action a minute later.
There were robots the size of real men and women but different from the android Amira Walker, these machine creations took a more metallic approach.
They look like hard boring things as each one of them was not given human features unlike Miss Walker. The cleaning job took no more than 10 minutes from start to finish.
These cold intelligent beings were really efficient in their tasks.
"Ummm... Miss Walker?" A kind grandma nursed the courage to approach the seemingly infallible woman who walked and breathed amongst them.
"Yes, Mrs. Watts? Are there any problems in your stay here?" Miss Amira Walker asked in reply.
"I have no complaints, Miss Walker. Thank you very much for being here with us."
"Who knows what could have happened to my family and the others without you." Mrs. Watts smiled as she took a breather at this point.
"It is my sworn duty to the empire to follow the mandates of the Lord, Mrs. Watts."
"If you should thank anybody, you should offer your faith towards the Lord of Astro and not at me." The android responded.
"The Lord of Astro is kind, just and benevolent. I am a great believer in his cause, Miss Walker."
"I was only wondering why there was a need for you to kill those people."
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"You could have easily done what you did to those goblin monsters before and make these soldiers live to yet another day."
The old grandma asked and tears of sadness were beginning to form around the corners of her wrinkled eyes.
"They were nothing but scum and oath breakers, Mrs. Watts."
"The empire does not treat those kinds of criminals lightly."
"So please save your tears today. These dead do not deserve such care." Amira Walker nodded and then hastily left the scene.
It did not need telling that the android was not comfortable in consoling the weak.
Thus, her programs decided to dodge a continuation of this affair and be somewhere else far away from this teary eyed grandma.
It was lucky to note that there was no more added excitement in the rest of the day.
* * *
"My king, our scouts bring urgent news! Knight Robin Berry alongside his trusted men of more than two hundred in number was slain in the Southern Part of the Goblin Grasslands!"
A knight kneeled to report this sad report.
"BANG!" A goblet was thrown violently to the floor and its content of crimson wine marred the carpeted luxury of the place.
"Are there any survivors?" The king seethed in anger but he forced it down for the moment.
"None, my king. Everyone died in the skirmish." The same knight answered.
"Find out who did this! Even a thousand goblins could not have stopped our kingdom's trained cavalry and soldiers!" The fury on the king's face was obvious at this time.
His mind was running the numbers of who could have possibly done this offense. He ticked off the nearby kingdoms and recalled the past grievances he had with the lot of them.
Alas, this was a short lived exercise since the knight still had valuable information to bring.
"My king, we already know who did it." The knight said and called for the scout who happened to see the bloodbath from afar.
When the scout finished his tale, the king could only lapse in a long silence thereafter.
"Send an envoy at once!"
"We need to know the strength of this new and unknown force at our borders."
"Let the wise Baron Brody Cook lead the messengers. I have high hopes for him."
"But let him know that i expect no conflict to occur during this visit."
"GO!" The king ordered.
"Yes, my king!" And his loyal knight obeyed.
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