Posts from [EXPEDITION] Wild Ocean
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- We need to save the captain.
- Offer them a general in exchange for the prisoners; we have enough corpses for today.
Selena and Akane watched the pointless battle, which, as it seemed to them, was coming to an end. Both were very tired.
Except the ones we've made
Berenghar ultimately decided to surrender, realizing that their advantage was too great.
Everyone ended up in one place, and a conversation began.
“I’m glad our invaders have finally cooled down!” the governor remarked.
Added 4 minutes later
- Let's just hope that the spikes stop appearing right out of the ground, - Sophronaios sighed with relief. After that, he reached for his bag, intending to take out a piece of dried meat. To the mage's surprise, as soon as he opened the bag, a frightened Zephyr flew out of it. So, the meal had to be postponed; instead, Sophronaios began to calm his companion.
The Governor twirled her finger at her temple.
-- Although, in some ways, the esteemed General is right. We can't ignore this thing.
[For the battle, everyone gets +1000 experience
Experience scale:
1 0
2 200
3 500
4 900
5 1400
6 2000
7 2700
8 ...
At the beginning of the game, everyone had 900 experience]
When Selena learned about the severely wounded, she hastened to help them. As she walked among the rows of people, her gaze fell on one of the officers of the enemy army, and the sight of such a familiar face shocked her. "Berengar?" At first, she felt joy, but then a childish resentment stirred within her: had he lied to her when he said he would never fight again? After all, it was under this pretext that they had gone their separate ways several years ago. She said nothing to him and turned away, walking irritably towards the wounded.
"I will help," she said, reaching them.
Due to extreme irritation, all those dark feelings that she had been trying to get rid of awakened within Selena, and now she looked at the wounded orcs and the captain with some new disgust. "An amputation is required."
+10 Might, +20 Concentration
Two-Handed Weapon Skill III
Except the ones we've made
Proper breathing.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers