The Calamity Moon had "moon" as its suffix because disasters like this usually lasted a month or a little longer.
By now, the Red Mist Calamity Moon had reached its midpoint. The frequency of monster tides attacking the territory had instead become less intense.
However, the Red Mist still drifted through the air. As more and more wisps of Red Mist surged in from the Wilderness Depths, the Red Mist between heaven and earth seemed to grow denser as well.
At Shiling Town's East City Gate, more than a dozen veteran players were returning from the wilderness.
They were players from a mercenary group who had just accepted a mission to subjugate and purify a Filth Land. Most of the players were spattered with monster blood, while only a few spellcasters remained relatively clean.
Behind them, dozens of accompanying troops dragged or carried monster corpses, valuable timber, and raw ore.
These were all spoils gathered along the way.
Only by knowing how to sweep up valuable things within their field of vision could they make their days more promising. Experienced adventurers and explorers all did this.
"Still, Filth Lands during the Red Mist Calamity Moon are really hard to subjugate. The monsters gathered there are several times more numerous than usual, to say the least."
"Exactly. If this Filth Land hadn't only recently formed, we might not have been able to take it down. Even so, the group lost more than a dozen troops, and even one of our main elite forces... If not for the Player Association's mission subsidy, we would've lost money on this subjugation."
The burly young man walking at the front turned around when he heard this. "We can't always obsess over the costs and gains. If a Filth Land like this isn't subjugated in time,