World of Disorder, a wilderness.
The Dark Archmage, wielding a short sword, moved hunched over among the shady trees.
The reason why his body disappeared is still unclear, but it is obviously a good idea to go to the scene to check. In any case, the area where he died is relatively open, so even if there are Blood Corpse nearby, he can find them quickly.
Just a few miles from the location of death, the [ Dark Archmage ] hiding behind a tree suddenly heard a series of chaotic footsteps.
Group of Blood Corpse?
She quietly crouched down, blending into a clump of bushes, and looked into the distance. There did indeed seem to be something in the distance.
After lamenting once again about not having a telescope, the [ Dark Archmage ] squinted and looked as far into the distance as possible. With just one glance, she was absolutely certain that it was not a horde of Blood Corpse.
It was still daytime, and there were no obvious patches of shadow over there. In addition, the vaguely visible group seemed to have a loose order, which were not characteristics of a horde of Blood Corpse.
Could it be...?
The Dark Archmage suddenly thought of a possibility: since they weren't a horde of Blood Corpse, and even showed signs of intelligence, perhaps they were locals?
The more she thought about it, the more sense it made.
The arrival of the Blood Corpse Tide was too much for even them to withstand, let alone for weaker forces.
It's quite normal to open a business immediately after such Calamity.
If I could make contact with them, would that trigger a new quest?
Or is this a hidden side quest in the Bloody Night?
[ The Dark Archmage ] felt his heart pounding in his chest. Had another stroke of luck fallen into his lap?
With a touch of unrealistic fantasy, she began to gradually approach the group of several hundred people.
On the back of the Hoofed Beast, the young shaman was absentmindedly playing with the items he had obtained from looting the corpse.
After casting a simple Detection Spell on these items with her staff, she roughly determined their properties.
The green sphere and the translucent viscous liquid both brimming with Vitality, but the projectile with the wooden handle is a different story; the Detection Spell even gives a warning of "slight poison."
She held the small green ball made of slender vines, squeezed it slightly, and when she released it, the ball immediately bounced back.
She squeezed it again, and the ball still showed excellent elasticity.
When she squeezed the ball for the third time, a strange sensation suddenly appeared. The vine ball in her hand began to expand continuously, and the vines on the surface thickened several times in a single breath. The entire ball grew from the size of more than half a fist to almost the size of two hands clasped together.
The shaman instinctively exclaimed "Ah!" and pulled out his staff to bind the small ball, which had turned into a large ball, in the air in front of him. Looking at the ever-growing vines, the shaman was at a loss for what to do.
However, at that moment she heard a voice that seemed to belong to a human coming from not far ahead:
"Isn't this my prop?"
Who is it?
Not only the shaman heard the sound, but the middle-aged and elderly chieftain of the tribe also immediately became alert. At his low shout, seven or eight hunting bows were immediately drawn back to their full strength and pointed forward, the sound of the bowstrings and bow arms being taut could be heard from time to time.
The [ Dark Archmage ] hiding behind the tree knew she had accidentally let it slip, but she really hadn't meant to.
It's like some online games where you can drop equipment; those weapons and items can be picked up and used by other players, but seeing a lowly NPC soldier searching their own loot box would be somewhat shocking.
However, the other party probably just quickly cleaned up their own corpse, thinking it would be impolite to hide any longer, so the [ Dark Archmage ] made a standard surrender gesture and stepped out.
Whether they are friend or foe, we should talk things out first. If they want to torture me, I'll just log off. Anyway, even if I die, I can resurrect in the castle. If they dare to kill me, they can call a whole truckload of bread-bread men to wipe them out.
Seeing that there was only one person approaching, the middle-aged nomadic chieftain rode his Hoofed Beast forward two steps:
"Tell your companions to come out too."
The person was speaking the native language of the NPCs, which was not difficult to understand with the help of Little Green's translation [ Dark Archmage ], although the accent seemed a bit different from that of the natives of White Wax Town.
She turned on the language switching function, shook her head, and said:
"I'm all alone."
Upon hearing this, the chieftain's face flashed with astonishment. The wilderness was already dangerous, and recently, mysterious Blood Corpse had appeared. Even the tribe's bravest hunters needed three people to go out. This woman dared to walk alone in the wilderness.
Just as he was about to ask something, the shaman suddenly rode up in front of him on Hoofed Beast.
The young shaman's face was filled with undisguised shock as she looked at the [ Dark Archmage ] and asked with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty:
"Is that corpse in the wilderness three or four miles behind you?"
As expected, it was this group of people who discovered their own corpses, the [ Dark Archmage ] answered frankly:
"It was my previous body."
As the world-building is gradually revealed, the setting materials on the official website are becoming increasingly comprehensive.
Every day before logging off, [ Dark Archmage ] refreshes the settings list to check if there are any parts he has overlooked.
Therefore, she naturally knew that resurrection, which is crucial in most fantasy worlds, is not difficult to achieve in World of Disorder.
Almost all major factions have their own resurrection channels, only the costs and methods differ.
Therefore, admitting to these nomadic natives that one can be resurrected is not a bad thing; on the contrary, it can deter them and make them hide any possible malicious intent.
"You disposed of my body?"
The Dark Archmage asked in confusion.
The shaman nodded:
"We thought you were dead at the time, and to prevent possible reanimation, we buried the body using a rather special method."
Just as I suspected.
The Dark Archmage's doubts were finally answered.
"These are all yours, right?"
The young shaman looked the person in front of him up and down, and with a light wave of his short staff in his right hand, the Vine Bandage Pack, Nutrient-Rich Resin and Paralysis Bomb he had found on her body flew over along the same arc.
The player reached out and caught the items, stuffing them into the storage pockets at his waist.
In this way, our only losses are the corpse and the clothes. However, the clothes were mostly damaged during the battle, so they can be considered salvaged. Now, we only need to confirm the group's purpose before we can either call it a day or explore in other directions.
The shaman watched as the person in front of him skillfully put away the props, then pointed to the activation bandage pack floating in the air in front of him:
"I'm so sorry, I accidentally started one. So what exactly is this thing for?"