EFB Chapter 78 The Butterfly Effect
Chapter 78 The Butterfly Effect
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I learned this from the "Goblin".
Every evening at dusk, they would burn a group of people as a sacrifice to the celestial god Rudra.
It's still over 100 kilometers from here to Orario, and a round trip would be over 300 kilometers. There are still two or three hours until dusk, and it's too late to run back and call for reinforcements. Roy has no choice but to go alone.
If Roy didn't know about this, he could have simply turned around and left. Now that he knows, ignoring it will inevitably leave a small knot in his heart. He is also an adult with a normal sense of right and wrong.
Roy returned to the caravan and told everyone what had happened, receiving unanimous approval.
Thinking that they were going to rescue people, the young men shouted that they were about to rush forward and follow Roy. However, the older guards knocked them back with their sword sheaths, saying that these small fry would only be a burden if they went with them.
"Mr. Roy, don't worry, we can handle this short journey!" the fat man said solemnly.
The closer you are to Orario, the higher the safety factor.
Outside of Orario, there are vast farmlands cultivated by the Demeter and other clans. To prevent these farmlands from being destroyed or looted, basic military force is also deployed.
To put it simply, it involves hiring adventurers from other clans as bodyguards, mostly from the Ganesha clan.
If you encounter danger, you can ask the other party for help.
For the sake of Orario's economic development, the Ganesha Familia members could not allow caravans to be plundered.
The two sides split into two groups, with the caravan speeding up its journey to Orario to help Roy gather people.
Roy forcibly dragged the "Goblin" to the enemy's base camp. Under the enemy's guidance, they entered the deep mountains and traversed rugged mountain paths.
After more than half an hour, a base camp built from a cave came into view in their eyes.
Roy cursed under his breath, "They've been hiding it too well."
This deep mountain forest serves as a natural barrier; even if hundreds of people search for several days and nights without a guide, they might not be able to find this place.
Roy lay on the ground and rolled around several times, getting his clothes and face all dirty.
He wanted to blend in with the "Goblins".
There were three Level 2 survivors who managed to slip through the net. If they rushed in, the commotion would surely allow one or two of them to escape, and Roy wouldn't allow that to happen.
During the sacrificial ceremony, three Level 2 deities will definitely appear as a sign of respect for the god Rudra.
Roy is going to clean this up completely this time!
Roy led the way, followed closely by the "Goblin," and whispered, "Don't stray more than five meters from me, or I'll kill you!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!"
The image of the "Goblin's" head flickered out. He knew Roy wasn't joking; if there was even the slightest unusual movement, Roy would strike without hesitation.
This was the ruthless man who wiped out them and the Apollo Familia. At this distance, even a second would be enough for Roy to kill him three or four times over.
While we're at it, let's whip the corpse.
The two headed towards the base camp.
At this moment, of the hundreds of people at the entrance, only seven or eight had escaped back, lying on the ground like defeated soldiers.
"Who exactly is that kid?"
"One person dared to charge at over a hundred of us!"
"Stop talking, that guy's a monster! He took down two people with a javelin throw from 200 meters away!"
The bandits, still reeling from the ordeal, grumbled about their ordeal, the terror still etched on their faces.
"In a way, he's like a sprout of justice—"
Someone said it in a weak voice.
Upon hearing this, a deathly silence fell over the surrounding area, and a look of horror appeared on the faces of the many bandits.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
The bandits tried to reassure themselves, but their bodies trembled involuntarily. Even adventurers at levels 3 or 4 might not have been so terrified.
However, once targeted by that guy "Sprout of Justice," the team is at the very least wiped out, with the upper limit unknown.
No good person would cause a death so easily. The world isn't just about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social interactions.
"Lov, you survived too, that's great. It seems we're all lucky."
"Yes, we're all lucky—"
Roy and the "Goblin" appeared at the door, looking shaken, and greeted everyone.
A burly man, also a remnant of the Rudraksha clan and possessing LV.1 strength, gritted his teeth, "That brat better not fall into my hands, or I'll make him pay! I'll slice him to pieces with the sharpest knife!"
Love was the real name of "Goblin," and he was on the verge of tears. "Brother, please stop talking! That god of death is right next to us!"
Roy seemed completely unconcerned, even joining the bandits in complaining about the "killer" who attacked them, perfectly blending in with the crowd.
Everyone was quite ruthless and didn't notice this oddball at all.
Ultimately, they were just a team hastily assembled two weeks ago.
People join every day, and people leave every day.
They have no concept of "companions" and don't remember who's around them. When they see Roy, they just think of him as a newcomer brought back by the "Goblins".
"Aa ...
A piercing scream drew everyone's attention, and they all turned their heads to look.
A middle-aged man was hanging upside down from a tree. The bandit who had just escaped was furious and picked up a barbed whip to lash him hard.
The screams were incessant.
The surrounding bandits laughed and made a ruckus, but they didn't dare to lay a hand on "Sprouts of Justice," so they could only vent their anger on these weaklings.
Everyone was drawn to the torture being performed over there, while Roy secretly observed the situation at the base camp.
The bandits used the dense caves as their stronghold.
Some of the caves were fitted with iron bars, specifically used to imprison people who had been plundered.
At a glance, there were probably seventy or eighty people locked in the cave, which seemed like a lot, but there were even more dead people. In the large pit in the open space, there were countless ashes, all of whom were people who were burned to death during the previous sacrificial ceremony.
Suddenly, Roy stopped in his tracks. He saw a somewhat familiar figure in the cage.
It was a half-elf with pointed ears and clear emerald-green eyes.
Her medium-length brown hair shone with a luster, and her beautiful face was not as perfect and striking as that of an elf, but rather more rounded and natural. She was only a little over fifteen years old, and her youthful face had an added touch of cuteness.
Eina Zur?
Roy stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "What's the deal with that brown-haired half-elf?"
"Goblin" looked up and said, "I heard he was a new employee recruited by the guild, who went to Orario with a caravan. We wiped them out the day before yesterday."
As he spoke, the "Goblin" cautiously sized up Roy, afraid of displeasing him.
Roy just looked a little speechless.
Is this the butterfly effect?
They wiped out the Rudraksha clan, causing the remnants of the Rudraksha clan to establish themselves as kings outside Orario.
Eina, who had just graduated from the school district, successfully applied for a job as a guild employee, but was captured by this group of thugs on the way. She should not have had to suffer this fate.