Chapter 278: 269: The Grand "Fireworks" of Ice Peak City

Chapter 278: Chapter 269: The Grand “Fireworks” of Ice Peak City

Late at night, by the outer wall of Galsa Warehouse.

Four sneaky figures approached, carefully hiding in the shadows and observing the heavily guarded main entrance of the warehouse not far away.

“There are two guards at the door, and another two inside the room, but they are too far to ascertain their strength.”

“What should we do? Let’s discuss.”

After scouting, [Cherry Little Calves] came back and spoke to the other four.

“I didn’t even get the task, so why do I have to stay up late with you guys?”

...

The warrior, known as [Antenna Short-Circuit Baby], complained in a low voice.

He was the last of the four dorm mates who hadn’t logged on today. He thought he was in for a pleasant day, but ended up being dragged into working overtime when he got back.

The worst part was, he was not included when the others accepted the task, nor could he share in it, and seeing the rich task rewards, he admitted he felt jealous.

“You really deserve to die! You scoundrel with friends but without humanity!”

“We made a pact to spend the four years of college together, whoever gets into a relationship first is a dog, right?”

“You have a problem with your dads giving you work?”

Short Circuit had just finished complaining when his three roommates shot back at him.

Looking at them, if he dared to say another word, they’d be ready to “cut ties.”

Short Circuit knew his brothers had no limits, so fearing a possible physical attack, he immediately raised his hands in surrender.

“Little calves, can you climb over the wall?”

Holy Mother turned and asked the Thief, known as Little calves.

Shaking his head, Little calves replied somewhat helplessly:

“I tried just now, but there seems to be some sort of restriction, I can’t climb over.”

“After all, it’s Ice Peak City’s most important warehouse, our abilities are a bit lacking.”

“After all, it’s a Silver Level task!”

Short Circuit said sourly.

Galsa Warehouse indeed had magical prohibitions, which might not stop a Thief Master, but were no problem in keeping out a few Bronze novices.

“So, what do we do?”

Holy Mother was a bit depressed, looking at the guards stationed at the distant gate.

For such an important location, the patrol team guarding it would surely include Silver Level fighters. It wasn’t realistic to think they could force their way in with their meager strength!

“It’s not like there’s no way.”

The usually silent [Retired Old Lady Arguer] suddenly spoke up.

“Arguer, what’s your plan?”

The other three looked over at Arguer.

Despite the teasing name, Arguer was, in fact, the most academically accomplished and knowledgeable among the four.

However, he was often on the receiving end of accidental insults with statements like “Am I the only one who finds xxx easy?” or “xxx is okay, it didn’t take me much time.”

But Arguer didn’t have bad intentions; he was smart, just not good with words.

So the other three gave him this nickname as a joke, but their relationship was actually quite solid.

“The task requires not getting caught by guards, if we die, there will be no problem,”

Arguer nodded and whispered.

“You mean…”

“Look at this!”

Arguer took out a simple map, which they had received from the robed person who commissioned them.

“This is the main entrance, and this is Warehouse No. 8; the distance between the two isn’t very far.”

Galsa Warehouse was a rectangular area, with warehouses numbered from one to eight from left to right.

“Didn’t that person give us two bombs?”

“We all know the power of that bomb. It’s uncertain about the Golden Strong Man, but definitely fatal for the Silver guards.”

“Later, one of us takes a bomb straight to where the guards by the gate are, gets blown to pieces with them — after all, we aren’t afraid of dying.”

“As I see it, as long as we’re careful about positioning, the bomb should be able to damage both the guards at the doorway and the duty hut.”

“The rest get ready, and once the explosion happens, rush in directly to Warehouse No. 8 and then detonate the other bomb.”

“Let’s not even try to escape; if we get caught, we’ll be at a loss. Let’s just give up a life right here.”

After hearing Arguer’s idea, the other three thought it was pretty good, with a high chance of success.

Although “Divine Revelation” had a higher cost of Resurrection compared to other games, for a Silver Level task, dying once was worth it.

“Not bad, Arguer, it’s got to be you!”

Holy Mother patted Arguer’s shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

“That’s right, just count on me when you lot can’t figure it out by sunrise.”

Before Arguer could finish boasting, he got pummeled to the ground by the other three.

Act first, talk later!

After their little scuffle, the refreshed trio nominated Arguer to undertake the daunting task of “blowing up the gate.”

“As a Mage, you run too slow, and you’re the most familiar with where to place the bomb, so this task is yours.”

Arguer grumbled for a while but still accepted the mission.

…

“Who’s there?”

A tall guard on duty at Galsa Warehouse noticed a shadowy figure not far away and immediately became alert.

That figure, upon being spotted, seemed to panic and started running away clumsily.

“I’ll check it out, you wait here.”

The tall guard told his companion. They weren’t about to be easily lured away from their post; guarding the gate was their top priority.

In a short while, the tall guard came back, dragging along a disheartened person.

“Big brother, I really was just passing by, I didn’t do anything!”

“I have an eighty-year-old mother at home, and a five-year-old child, please let me off!”