After passing the last watchtower, a reconnaissance team of four players encountered a new clue:
[Note: You have left the [ Root Network ] coverage area. Please be aware of your safety.]
"Haha, so it was telling me to be careful. I thought it was telling me to watch my data usage."
[ Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ] made a sarcastic remark, then turned and asked:
"Bro, do you think our daytime reconnaissance is even useful? Didn't the forum say that the Blood Corpse only move around at night?"
To the northeast of the Baron's territory, in a sparsely wooded wilderness, [ Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ] and his friends are exploring an unknown area on the map.
It was afternoon, and according to the official setting of the Blood Corpse, they shouldn't have any gains. However, the problem was that people in the World of Disorder still had things to do in reality at night, and this event couldn't possibly only be open at night, as that would be too unfair to players who logged in during the day.
[ The Great Wei Boxing Champion ] thought for a moment and said:
"Monsters don't appear out of thin air, nor do they disappear into thin air. Since they swarm out at night, they must find corresponding places to hide during the day."
"Haha, what 'monster conservation law'? Isn't the second half 'it can only transform from one kind of creature into another'? Hmm, it seems that's true..."
[ Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ] thought of the numerous zombie movies and TV series he had watched and pondered before saying:
According to the setting of "Zero is Legend," the zombies would hide inside buildings or in the shadows during the day, but there are no buildings in this World of Disorder...
"That's right, so we should pay close attention to any valleys or similar terrain nearby, and also be wary of large thickets, as I think the horde of Blood Corpse might hide in those places during the day."
Hearing the [ Great Wei Boxing Champion's ] reminder, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ], who was walking to the side leading his Hoofed Beast, suddenly said:
I have an idea.
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] The three people, including him, all looked at him. The young man cleared his throat, pulling on the reins:
"Based on previous experience, I think we should follow the official lead. Since the official team has released so many new plants, it means they will definitely be useful in this event."
"Isn't that why we bought so many plant seeds? Now I can't ride my horse..."
The three nodded and continued listening to the [ Shit Appraisal Master's ] analysis.
"I remember we bought twenty seeds of * Resin-Dropping Pine *. Wasn't there a line in the description of that plant that says it 'drips a lot of highly viscous resin nearby'?"
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He nodded, but then asked with a puzzled look:
"But what can you do with just twenty? Even if you plant them in a whole row, it'll only be enough for the Kino Line."
That's the limitation of your thinking.
Since this was a reconnaissance mission without any commercial involvement, the two, who had a perfect working relationship, naturally teamed up again. At this moment, [ the Shit Appraisal Master ] patted his friend on the shoulder with a smile and said:
"If you're really playing this event like Plants vs. Zombies, as they say, then you're wrong. That's how players build fortifications."
"As for us, I think this kind of Resin-Dropping Pine can be used to make traps."
How to do it?
"For example, I could plant a Resin-Dropping Pine, then put some monster flesh and blood on the trunk. If the Blood Corpse are interested in that stuff, they might spontaneously run to the plant and step on the highly viscous resin. Then we could light a fire..."
"Dude, you're a genius!"
"The planner is a genius. Think about it, this thing is basically a cybernetic sticky mouse trap, only the 'mouse' is a little big."
"Thank goodness, you haven't seen the ' Rat King,' that's what you call a giant rat..."
Just as the group was walking and discussing how to develop new plants, [ Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ] suddenly interrupted them, pointing to a small grove of trees ahead:
"Brothers, look over there."
The group looked in the direction he was pointing and saw something grayish-white in the distance, amidst a dense forest of tall trees and shrubs.
The four of them swallowed hard in unison.
Today is the 25th, almost two days since the player first encountered the Blood Corpse.
Three more small waves of Corpse Tide attacked last night. Fighting for your life against humanoid creatures is much more exciting than fighting wild beasts. Methods on how to deal with Blood Corpse and how to quickly deal with infection are also spreading rapidly online and offline.
Whether it was luck or misfortune, the four of them didn't encounter any small Corpse Tide. This made them lament their bad luck, but they also decided to explore the area near the baron's territory to see if they could find a Corpse Tide that hadn't yet entered the warning zone.
And now their wish seems to have come true.
Hundreds of grayish-white Blood Corpse stood or lay in the dense forest, like a large group of social animals huddling together for warmth.
However, at night they transform into the most terrifying killers of the night, sweeping through all the settlements along their path like a tidal wave.
The group immediately stopped moving forward and turned back behind a mound, afraid of disturbing the monsters. Even the slightly lame Hoofed Beast was pressed into a small ditch and had its head buried.
"How many are there?"
"At least 150, I think. The recent small Corpse Tide have all exceeded 150, and it seems like you rarely see a lone Blood Corpse."
"So much?!"
[ The Good Times Don't Last. ] Looking to both sides, the enemy consisted of over a hundred monsters capable of fighting without regard for anything else, while their side had four seemingly experienced "tea-serving soldiers" who weren't actually that skilled in combat.
Even with their rationality, they have no chance of winning because... they can't let go of everything and fight.
As if confirming the suspicion that " Good Times Don't Last," the one with the most unpleasant expression was the " Shit Appraisal Master." He gently stroked his new Hoofed Beast with his right hand and looked at his three companions, asking:
"Brothers, wanna fight? To be honest, I'm not really keen on fighting. If I die, I'll lose way too much gear."
That's true. After all, although the four people present jointly funded the purchase of the plant seedlings, the Hoofed Beast responsible for transporting the goods was the personal property of [ Shit Appraisal Master ].
This brand-new used car hadn't even been in his hands for a week; he didn't even want to imagine what would happen if it turned into Blood Corpse horse... Damn it, why isn't there car insurance in this world?
However, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ]'s cowardice was not met with contempt from his companions; even the [ Great Wei Boxing Champion ], who was always thoughtful, shook his head.
"I don't think we should fight, but we can't just leave like this either; we still need to complete the mission."
The group then remembered that they had come out as tea-serving soldiers, and there was no need for them to confront the Blood Corpse head-on, but marking and tracking the Corpse Tide was within their responsibilities.