Bringing the Farm to Live in Another World

CHAPTER 206: One Person Against a Thousand

As Zhao Hai hurried forward, he kept an eye on the surroundings through the monitor projection. Galen and Meg were also paying attention; after all, any invisibility technique that could fool the human eye would not escape the monitor's gaze.

However, Zhao Hai found it strange that after walking for more than two hours, they hadn't encountered any enemies. This was somewhat unexpected for him. After walking for about another half an hour, they were almost at Rubble Mountain, which clearly was not an ideal ambush point.

Galen, feeling uncertain, shared Zhao Hai's initial thoughts, believing they would be ambushed along the way. The absence of foes surprised him too, and he confusedly looked at the screen, saying, "Could it be that they never thought of ambushing us on the way?"

At that moment, a cluster of green dots suddenly appeared on the screen, which increased at a visible speed. This left Zhao Hai and the others stunned, not knowing what was happening.

Before long, those green dots surrounded them. Galen seemed to realize something, and his expression changed suddenly: "One person against a thousand, Xu Wanying!"

Zhao Hai and Laura were taken aback, turning to Galen with puzzled looks, unsure of what he meant. Galen glanced at the two and said, "Young master, no need to look further. There is actually only one person outside, but he can be said to be a thousand. He is a well-known assassin on the continent, working for money. Most importantly, he is a seventh-level warrior and an aberrant mage!"

"An aberrant mage?" Zhao Hai and Meg exclaimed in unison. Just a few days ago, they had discussed aberrant mages, and now they unexpectedly encountered one that was coming to deal with them.

Zhao Hai couldn't help but halt the aberrant being. Around them, there were at least a thousand figures, and the strangest part was that all these figures looked the same, wore the same clothes, and wielded the same weapons, yet their stances were different.

Galen then calmed down, casting a cold glance at the figures surrounding them. He turned to Zhao Hai and said, "Indeed, Xu Wanying is an aberrant mage with a peculiar and enviable technique called the shadow clone technique. The clones he creates are not just dummies or illusions; they are real beings. Being attacked by his clones is just like being attacked by him. His clones have the same strength as he does. Most importantly, this shadow clone technique can also clone the weapons he carries. It is said he can create up to a thousand clones, hence the saying 'one person against a thousand.'"

Zhao Hai was taken aback. "I truly didn't expect such an aberrant technique to exist. That's incredible! No wonder the opponent is so confident in sending a thousand to deal with us. If this were before, it could have thrown us into chaos. But now? Hehe..."

Galen chuckled at Zhao Hai's words. Indeed, if they had encountered an aberrant mage like Xu Wanying in the past, it would have been quite a headache. But now, they were not worried at all. Not to mention Zhao Hai had two ninth-level experts with him, even the number of flying eagles soaring above exceeded a thousand.

Galen smiled and said, "Young master, do you want to go out and meet Xu Wanying? Although he is an assassin, he operates fairly and does not harm the innocent, making him a decent person. It's good to meet him."

Zhao Hai smiled and nodded slightly. He understood that in the Ark Continent, ordinary assassins were essentially mercenaries. They were not particularly despised, with only the notorious ones being looked down upon. Generally, assassins went unchecked.

The three of them stepped out from the mouth of the aberrant being and saw the situation outside. A thousand people, all wearing leather armor and holding weapons, coldly stared at Zhao Hai.

These thousand individuals all looked similar, standing around 1.8 meters tall and very muscular, with wild hair that seemed never to have been groomed. Their eyes, however, were a striking silver-gray, giving their gaze an exceptionally cold demeanor.