Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

Late at night, South City. ]|I{•------» «------•}I|[

In the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, everyone in South City gathered here, all with heavy faces.

The battle of Black Crow City tonight was the heaviest casualties since the establishment of South City.

A total of 78 Chosen Ones died!

What made Nanfeng most angry was that their sacrifice was meaningless!

Fortunately, Suoyana helped at the last moment and saved the remaining nearly 100 Chosen Ones who were poisoned.

Otherwise, Nanfeng would have become a commander without troops.

Bang!

Nanfeng smashed the table in front of him with one palm, and sawdust flew in the hall.

"Did I tell you to stay in South City and don't come out."

Nanfeng's face was gloomy, and his words were full of anger: "What are you thinking about? Rushing out to die? Huh?"

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look into Nanfeng's eyes.

Su Zeran's eyes were dull, and he opened his mouth slightly, stammering: "Yes, I'm sorry, I killed them..."

Nanfeng shouted angrily: "Sorry? What are you saying sorry to me?"

"You are in charge of all the big and small things in Nancheng. Do you know how much your brothers trust you?"

"Before you make a decision, can you think about them! Their lives are also lives!"

Su Zeran lowered his head, his eyes dim, silently bearing Nanfeng's anger.

Nanfeng took a deep breath and sighed deeply.

It was indeed Su Zeran's decision that Nancheng would come out in full force tonight.

But the root of the problem still lies with Shen Pan.

If he hadn't been so arrogant and insisted on staying in Black Crow City to gather intelligence, nothing would have happened tonight.

Nanfeng turned his eyes and saw Shen Pan slumped in the corner.

His lips were slightly open, and he looked lost, staring blankly at the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Shen Pan." Nanfeng spoke softly.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Shen Pan.

Shen Pan seemed to be frightened, his heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly looked up: "Nan, Nanshen... I, I..."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he wanted to explain what happened today, but he said "I" for a long time, but he couldn't make a clear "I".

Finally, Shen Pan curled his lips and showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "I'm sorry..."

"You don't have to say sorry to me." Nanfeng shook his head, "No matter how many times you say sorry, the dead brothers will never come back."

Shen Pan stared at Nanfeng in a daze, and suddenly had a premonition of something, and his body began to tremble slightly.

"Go, Shen Pan, leave Nancheng." Nanfeng's eyes gradually became cold, "Nancheng, you are not welcome anymore."

"..." Shen Pan's heart ached, as if he had lost the most important thing in his life.

He was a little breathless for a while, and said tremblingly: "Don't, don't... don't drive me away."

"I will avenge my dead brothers, don't drive me away."

"Please, please, I know I was wrong..."

Nanfeng turned his back, no longer looked at him, and strode out of the hall.

Ding!

A emotionless electronic synthesized sound came to Shen Pan's ears.

[[Nancheng] City Lord-Nanfeng has expelled you from Nancheng. ]

Shen Pan was struck by lightning, and all his strength was drained in an instant, and he collapsed softly on the ground.

"..."

In the hall, the remaining chosen ones looked at Shen Pan with some reluctance, wanting to say something but stopping.

In the end, everyone still didn't say anything to comfort them, and left the city lord's hall silently one after another.

That night, the whole Nancheng was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.

No one knew when Shen Pan left Nancheng, and no one knew where he went.

He just disappeared.

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The next morning, Nanfeng, who had not slept all night, opened the door of the hut.

He did not stay in Nancheng for long, and strode out of the city.

If he stayed in Nancheng, he really didn't know how to face the relatives of the brothers who died last night.

Nanfeng chose to escape.

When he walked to the central square of Nancheng, Nanfeng saw the graceful Youran standing next to the statue of Suoyana, wiping the dust off the statue.

"What are you doing?" Nanfeng walked over slowly and asked.

Youran turned around and smiled after seeing Nanfeng: "I saw that the statue was a little dirty, so I thought about cleaning it. She saved us last night."

Nanfeng nodded gently and said: "I am ready to leave Nancheng. From now on, the affairs in Nancheng will be discussed by you, Su Zeran, and Xiao Angran."

Youran raised her eyebrows. Nanfeng was reducing Su Zeran's rights.

She worriedly said, "Me? I may not have the ability..."

Nanfeng patted her shoulder: "Believe in yourself, you can do it."

You Ran pondered for a moment, and nodded: "Okay... By the way, Shen Pan is missing, I don't know where he went."

Nanfeng sullenly said, "Who cares what he does, it has nothing to do with us if he dies outside."

"Don't say that, everyone knows that you drove Shen Pan away to protect him." You Ran chuckled, "Alas, otherwise he would definitely collapse facing the families of his dead brothers every day."

"Still protect him? I want to beat him to death."

Nanfeng was a little angry when he mentioned Shen Pan, and took two deep breaths before calming down: "As for the family members... you try to comfort them, I'm leaving first."

After that, Nanfeng strode out of Nancheng. He was really not good at dealing with these things.

Before leaving Nancheng, Nanfeng looked back at the statue.

Suoyana seemed to be sleeping and did not respond.

"She said last night that she would sleep for a hundred years? Ha, even dogs don't believe it..." Nanfeng curled his lips and quickened his pace.

There are no Chosen Ones of Nancheng outside the mist now.

Nanfeng had no way to teleport out, so he could only risk entering the mist again.

This risk must be taken, because there are not enough fierce beasts in the mist for Nanfeng to upgrade.

He has never been so eager to improve his strength.

He couldn't help but want to kill Tianyuan and Diyuan.

"You killed so many of my brothers, and you still want to live?" Nanfeng's eyes were fierce, "No matter how powerful the forces behind you are, I will blow you all up."

A few hours later, Nanfeng, who was moving at full speed, came to the edge of the mist.

He looked up at the endless fog and murmured, "The fog is getting thinner and thinner."

If the concentration of the fog was 100% when he first came to World 0, then the current concentration is only 60% at most.

Perhaps after a while, the fog will completely dissipate, and the Chosen Ones can go out at will, but they will also lose this natural umbrella of protection.

"I must become strong enough before the fog dissipates."

"I don't have much time left..."