《WARZONE: Modern Warfare in a Fantasy World [OLD]》Chapter 4 - Ludhom Village
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As the group arrived in the village the sky was getting darker, a boy who was around 12 years old came out of the village gates to greet them, of course. This was Sam.
He quickly went to Matt and welcomed him just before eyeing Connor, his equipment took Sam's attention.
"Hey Sam, we are heading to barracks can you please go and tell James about him? It'll be good if James can come to barracks." Matt said to Sam as he smiled.
James was the village chief of Ludhom Village a man that almost everyone can call "Grandpa" although he wasn't too old the aura he displayed was of an honest man.
As they were going into the village, Connor quickly looked at the surroundings, some of the women and children were looking at them like they've never seen a person before. Connor observed the types of buildings, the way the village was built and even the tools they used while passing through a blacksmith and general store.
'This place really doesn't look like Warzone... why would anyone even create an event like this? It doesn't make any sense.' Connor was dumbfounded, he was still thinking that this was an event.
"Alright, Connor. We are going to head to barracks, I presume you won't have anything against that?" Matt was looking at Connor.
"No, I don't have a problem with that." Connor said with an indifferent tone, he really did not mind. He could easily prevent anyone from doing something he didn't want anyway.
The group moved to the barracks, it was a small 2 story building. The entrance was comprised of the lobby, rest area and jail while the second floor was armoury and officer's quarters. Although most of the members of Ludhom Village Guard were just normal villagers with some swordsmanship training and lived in their own homes, some of the officers had offices here for their professional work regarding the kingdom.
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Chris, Roland and Tim went to the rest area while Matt and Connor moved to Matt's office. There were 2 guards waiting outside just in case something happens. A few minutes after they sat down, an old man walked into the office, it was James.
As soon as he saw James, Matt quickly stood up as in to show his respect towards the village chief.
"Chief." Matt said.
James showed a bright smile towards Matt and lightly nodded at Connor as he walked to the wooden chair and sat down.
"Hey there Matt, I heard you found someone in the forest?" James said while slightly peeking at Connor's side.
Matt glanced at Connor before looking towards James and started speaking. "Yes, this is Connor" he used his left hand to point at him. "Connor, this is James, our village chief." Connor also lightly smiled and nodded at the village chief.
Matt quickly went over today's events to ensure James knew about the situation.
"So young man, I would like to hear the story from you, start from the beginning. Who are you, why are you here?" James said with a little suspicious tone.
Connor didn't mind his tone as he started to speak. "My name is Connor Ironheart, I woke up in the forest. I do not know anything about this place and I am sure this is not where I was supposed to be, as a wolf attempted to attack me, I used my rifle to kill it. This was the cause of the loud bang you heard in the afternoon."
"A rifle, you say... What is that?" James looked at Connor.
Connor shrugged. 'Do I really have to do this with every single person I meet?' then he unslung his rifle from his left shoulder and showed it to James. And started explaining the rifle.
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"This is my M4 Rifle, Mr. Matt told me that it looks like a magic wand that mages use. Although I am not a mage, at least I think I am not a mage." Connor said to James.
James slowly inspected the rifle and looked for markings that may represent any kingdom as most of the mages had their kingdom's crest embedded into their magic wands. He found some sort of an image that looks like a crest. He slightly bent towards Connor to see the crest more clearly. He inspected the crest for a good amount of time but he wasn't able to tell which kingdom it belonged to then, he turned to Connor and leaned back to his chair once again.
"I see that you have a crest on your wa-- sorry, your rifle. Which kingdom does it belong to?" James asked.
'Huh? Kingdom? Crest? What is he talking about?' Connor glanced at the M4 and checked the crest James was mentioning, it was the manufacturer's logo.
"Oh, this is the logo of the manufacturer." Connor said.
"Logo? What does logo mean?" James replied.
'Oh... right... medieval era.' Connor thought.
"Uh... you could say that the crest of the manufacturer. It doesn't belong to any kingdom but the person who made the rifle." Connor answered James' question.
"Oh, okay." James pondered over his answer but didn't press on.
"Ah, I want to ask you a question as well. As I said, I don't remember or know anything about this place. I woke up in the forest in all sudden. Where is this place? What year, what month is it?" Connor asked James.
James was taken aback. He still did not really believe that Connor didn't know anything but he answered his question nonetheless. "We are in Ludhom Village. That is located in the Kingdom of Astragon. Our village is mostly dependent on farming as the land here is very fertile and there is a river nearby." he stopped for a second to take a breath, then continued. "Our village is also really close to Kingdom of Gemrich, which is currently at war with Kingdom of Ironhorn. The relationship between Astragon and Gemrich is not bad, but it's not good as well. That is why Roland, one of our village guards suspected you of being a spy also we are currently in 5th Month of 592nd Allunian Year."
'5th month of 592nd Allunian Year? What the fuck? What is Allunia, I know about Kingdom of Astragon and Gemrich as Matt mentioned them as well... This really does not seem like an event. Hell, this really doesn't seem like Warzone at all.' Connor sighed inwardly.
'I still have some of the game elements active, I can't logout, but I can use some of the features. So that means I really didn't choose the wrong game, if I did. I probably wouldn't have such features as Vehicle Hangar for sure... then... What the hell happened to me?' Connor had a guess, but it was a guess that he wished wasn't true.
It was at that moment that village woke up with the sounds of bells ringing. Matt, James and some of the other guards downstairs were suddenly startled. Matt instantly got up and went downstairs. Connor was wondering what is happening when suddenly someone shouted outside.
"BANDITS! BANDITS! BANDITS ARE COMING!"
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