"Holy shit!"
[ The Dark Archmage ] immediately switched to his hometown dialect.
Setting aside the possibility of duplicate names, which is impossible in a game, she felt that everything made sense.
No wonder Ed was so enthusiastic about attacking White Wax Town; now I understand.
Was he actually an experiment?
But... in that case, the mysteries surrounding this guide only increase.
Experiment subject, lord, summoner, bishop... the more titles Ed holds, the more shrouded in mystery his secrets become.
While foreshadowing is an essential part of a game's plot, isn't this foreshadowing a bit too peripheral?
If I hadn't started this hidden thread myself, and if I hadn't accidentally entered this courtyard, I don't know when the truth of this matter would have been revealed.
How come this game is so detailed?
Even the smallest details are a bit eerie.
[ The Dark Archmage ] reminded me of several masterpieces that have been released for a long time in real life.
Even years or more than a decade after their release, highly acclaimed works still occasionally reveal new Easter eggs.
However, this does not mean that " World of Disorder " can be compared with those games. As a massively multiplayer online game, many events may not be repeated after they are experienced. In other words, once you miss it, it is equivalent to missing it forever.
Moreover, this game seems to evolve on its own, progressing rapidly in ways that players can't see.
[ Dark Archmage ] has already decided that he will post on the official forum after logging off today.
Once such a bombshell announcement is released, Duolin was previously trending on social media, will instantly become a roadside hot topic.
She looked intently at the couple:
"How's the tunnel digging going?"
The woman shook her head:
"We've dug quite a distance, but we still haven't broken through."
The [ Dark Archmage ] prided herself on her boldness and meticulousness. Looking at the couple she had just exchanged secrets with, ensuring they were on the same side, she pointed and said:
"I'll go down and take a look."
She wasn't worried that it was a trap. If such a sudden incident could lure out two highly skilled, unassuming agents, then she could only say that the town was beyond saving.
"Okay... Please be careful, the tunnel is quite narrow, it can only accommodate one person at a time."
The man gave a word of advice, then began cleaning up the loose dust that was scattered all over the room with his wife.
The Dark Archmage crawled into the cave. The narrow space was dark and stuffy, and the surrounding earthen walls seemed about to collapse at any moment.
This reminded her of the cave explorers who had tragically perished in the real world. She could only hope that she wouldn't encounter any terrible traps like underground rivers, since this place wasn't far from the river near the church.
Climbing down the sloping tunnel to its deepest point, the [ Dark Archmage ] used his body's weak night vision to see a barely straight passage ahead.
At the junction of the sloping and horizontal passageways, there was a crudely made wooden cart.
The Dark Archmage immediately recognized what this thing was for. She moved her body onto the skateboard-sized cart, braced her hands against the earthen walls on either side of her body, and began to slowly slide forward.
After gliding for two minutes, the [ Dark Archmage ] arrived at the end of the passage.
It was completely dark here, and there was nothing in front of her except for dirt and rubble.
After roughly estimating the distance and referring to the completed map, [ Dark Archmage ] felt that he had arrived directly beneath the church, or at least not by much.
But where is the promised dungeon?
This intelligence, which has been confirmed by both sides, cannot be false, especially since it is personally endorsed by the guide who is currently closest to the players.
But those last meter or two are the most difficult obstacles to overcome.
The humid and sweltering environment, the uncertain location, the constant risk of exposure, and... the possibility of digging into the dungeon guard's station...
In such difficult circumstances, the fact that this couple could still go to such lengths shows that although it was just a game, the bond between this family was genuine.
The [ Dark Archmage ] in the darkness began to ponder.
What should I do now?
This is undoubtedly a side quest, and she can only continue to help the couple after completing the Terrain Survey.
But how can I help?
Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind—
I was so drawn in by the family's genuine affection that I almost forgot it was a game!
This is a game, and you can call for teammates!
[ Dark Archmage ] was already dreaming of becoming the Dragon King. He thought that if he just waved his hand on the forum, a whole truckload of bread-bread men would come running immediately.
As for normal offensive missions...
The players seemed to lack any sense of organization or discipline.
Just as the [ Dark Archmage ] braced herself against the wall to retreat, she suddenly felt she heard a sound.
The faint, weak voice came and went, sometimes present, sometimes absent, yet it was so sorrowful and melodious that it captivated the listener.
The Dark Archmage forcibly turned his body to the side and pressed his ear against the earthen wall in front of him.
This time she finally heard it clearly: it was singing, the singing of a young girl.
Below the church, a cave dungeon.
Inside the dark cave, there is no distinction between night and day; the resilient children can survive for days without food.
With Yiden and the priests so paranoid about everything outside, no one cared about the poor creatures inside the dungeon.
The last time the trapdoor was opened, the hotel owner was thrown in, looking completely different. As a follower of the Tree Worship Church, he was equally resilient.
This is the advantage of having Symbiotic Tree. Although most of the time the common people who Tree Worship Church are half-dead, when it really comes to death, they are obviously more able to survive than others.
At this moment, a layer of rough scar tissue with characteristics of both plants and animals had appeared on the face of this middle-aged man. He lay on the ground, barely breathing, but still some distance from death.
In the nearby cells, the experimental subjects sat or lay listlessly. Tiya had recovered from her grief, heard " Number Four " ask her to tell a story once again.
"All right."
Tiya said with a smile:
"Although I don't have many stories, I haven't finished telling the last one yet."
Telling stories to your friends in front of your father would normally make you feel a little shy.
But the children in the dungeon were already prepared to die and didn't care about such things at all.
Tiya thought about the location we mentioned last time and began to describe it in a low voice:
"Those two rare elves cured my great-grandfather's illness without accepting any payment."
"So my great-grandfather decided to make my grandfather a servant of the two elves in order to repay their life-saving kindness."
"But the two elves declined, saying they had no need for servants and that healing was only a sideline."
"So Grandpa asked them what their main profession was, and the two elves said they were [Sealers], responsible for sealing away those terrible disasters."