Demonic Mist Valley, Outer Perimeter.
Shrouded in crimson mist year-round, the entire valley was saturated with moisture, and lush vegetation covered every corner. Unlike the plants outside, however, the trees in Demonic Mist Valley were alive, like living creatures.
They moved every moment, turning the already vast valley into a maze.
"These people are seriously infuriating! They ran so fast that we still have to hunt them down. If they'd just obediently accepted death, we wouldn't have had to work this hard." A Level 143, Tier 4 female Swordsman complained indignantly.
"This is a good thing for us, too." A Level 143 Berserker beside her chuckled. "If it weren't for these Tier 4 experts from the native powers, we probably wouldn't have any chance to earn Alliance Contribution Points."
"That's true. Once we gather a few more Contribution Points, we can move into the Prosperous District, where only major powers can live." The Level 143, Tier 4 female Swordsman nodded, anticipation flashing in her eyes. "I heard that the Prosperous District even sells potions that can extend one's lifespan. They can now be exchanged with Alliance Contribution Points as well."
"I've heard of those things, too. Normally, they're only for use by the young masters and young ladies of the upper ranks. People like us never get the chance to use them." Another Level 145, Tier 4 middle-aged Elementalist nodded. "But things are different now. In order to take down this native world, the major powers have no choice but to seek out professionals like us. It's just a pity that these local natives are too pathetic. Whether it's their use of mana or their magical skills, they're far too clumsy. There still isn't even an expert worth fighting. It's hard even for me to snatch a kill..."
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