God Is A Game Designer - 117 C116 Crowded Future

It had taken only a short time after that to come up with a plan, each one of the leaders agreeing to help after the fact due to the entire command structure of the vortex getting obliterated by a pissed of and a somewhat vengeful god.

Heading outside Azo, Bull and the Twins watched as the chaos ensued as people carried personal belongings, wealth and family to the designated spot.

“Well hey, Azo!”

A strange halfling with a ginger beard came towards him, a group of adventurers behind him who all looked worried about the situation. The ginger beard of the halfling still as impressive and long as the last time he had met the group.

“Benard. I’m guessing you are also trying to get out of the city?”

Azo Responded as his eyes looked over to his previous competition. No longer seeing them as such after losing the ability to be one when giving his mission.

“Well after what has happened. It’s best we leave. The pissed off man in the centre of town was putting up quite the show. All the corrupted guards lost their heads, Literally.”

A few of the adventures giving a small chuckle while the rest just grimaced. The few laughing trying to take this in stride but everyone had the same feeling of being overpowered by this one man.

“Well, I need some help since I need to guide all these people to Baski with a particular route. I can lead, but I need those who will help everyone follow.”

Folding his arms as he looked to Benard as it seemed the greed of this small halfling was growing with a smile.

“It will cost you.”

Benard’s hands were coming together as he spoke, rubbing them as he wanted to get a good deal whenever he could.

“Take it out of the gold you owe me for completing my mission. The whole reason this is happening because of the private mission that we pretty much got forced on.”

Each word at the end getting pushed to show the fault being placed squarely on the shoulders of the Halfling who just continued to laugh at such comments.

“Oh Azo, you are the talker alright. Sure I will take it out of the reward money. It will be costly paying everyone here, and I may need to get more people in to help.”

Each dirty word was hitting Azo as he felt disgusted at this man’s greed at such a time. In Crisis who spent time discussing price when lives were at stake.

“Fine do what you must but remember the church is not in power in this new land. You will have to answer directly to new forces.”

Even as Azo finished, it seemed like Benard had already waved this away as he turned to the adventurers who began to split up to try and act as hired guards to get people to the location without to much worry.

“I hope you have enough supplies as this will be a problem.”

Benard commented as he stroked his beard. Watching as more adventurers moved to help.

“You deal with security, let me deal with the supplies.”

Cutting him off without too much consideration as he turned to start heading to the location. Telling Benard before he left to help with the supplies area because looting would not help in the future.

“I thought you told me you would deal with the supplies.”

Even with a witty comment from Benard, he continued onwards with several of the adventurers in town to defend against such an action. Supplies were essential to the group.

After fixing these issues and having sent the three slum lords away to set up their plans. Azo began to shift his attention as he saw so many people from the city.

This included men, woman and children. Many of the previous guards who had survived had removed all indications of the church and started helping the adventurers trying to keep the peace as they had mostly taken the job to protect themselves and the family.

Pulling out his staff as he knew this crowd could stop them from reaching the next destination as he started to chant his seventh level spell. Unlike a certain someone who had just cast teleportation magic which was past the mortal tiers he still had to play by the rules.

“Flight!”

With that the group lifted off the ground, flying above the thousands of people pushing out and into the area described as word of mouth passed quickly. Just outside the slums at the south was an area set up by them with a few tents and a stage. Already hundreds of people sat near the stage waiting as a few people looked at the significant number of crates getting put down by people from the black market.

Luckily no one had touched anything as the adventurers came to patrol the cargo and began working to divide the items up by food, water and other survival aspects.

Landing on the stage as his fellows stood by his side, the people arriving and those already sitting down turning to him with hope. It was the only emotion many of these people held after getting forced down by the church.

“Everyone here today. We have a tough two weeks ahead of us. We will need to head east to a Town called Baski. Then we will head down to a new town called Sanctuary.”

The people around the stage looking worried at the amount of time, the supplies pressed to the side only enough for such a large amount of people for maybe a few days at best.

It only got worse as each of the areas began to grow crowded. More and more people talking to each other as fears grew. It was not till after thirty minutes when the Slum lords appeared on stage as a few people began to calm down.

“Oi!”

The shout came from one of the members of the crowd. Clearly unhappy with the lack of news after such a short time.

“What is happening. There is going to be so many of us yet you expect us to believe this is possible.”

The man stood onto the stage.

“Show us now!”