[ The Good Times Don't Last ] With a twitch of his lips, he jumped off the Hoofed Beast's back, and the two of them stood on either side of the city wall that was engulfed in flames, looking as if they really were a fanatical knight and his cowardly neighbor and servant.
The two exchanged a glance, and [ the Good Times Don't Last ] they turned on the recording function.
This was the content of their secret deal: [ Shit Appraisal Master ] would transport [ Good Times Don't Last ] to the edge of the battlefield so that he could experience the feeling of facing a thousand-strong army of Blood Corpse head-on.
Meanwhile, [ Good Times Don't Last ] was responsible for recording [ Shit Appraisal Master ]'s battles in third-person perspective. Someone planned to edit this video and put it on their studio's online store as promotion.
Therefore, in addition to bringing [ the Good Times Don't Last ] to the battlefield, he was even willing to pay a considerable part-time fee in the real world.
There was no reason to refuse such a simple yet exciting part-time job. Watching his friend charge into battle on horseback, [ the Good Times Don't Last ] he wisely found a bush where he wouldn't be easily spotted and crouched down, focusing intently on adjusting the recording magnification, keeping a close eye on his buddy who had already started grinding monsters.
"Are you... alright staying here?"
The question was raised by a somewhat puzzled Xilǐ'er, who tapped his metal fingers on his helmet, as if replicating a puzzled scratching gesture he made in life.
"Besides, I don't recall your names being Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. Am I mistaken?"
That's the awkward thing about not understanding the meme...
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He smiled and said:
"These are names we used before. Anyway, today I'm a war correspondent. You can fight however you want; don't worry about me."
"Good."
Xilǐ'er nodded, gripping his lance tighter. The count on the city wall seemed about to be knocked off by the half-dragon warrior!
Although the World of Disorder is chaotic, it has not fundamentally escaped the stage of warfare using cold weapons.
In cold weapon warfare, cavalry with ample distance to accelerate their horses were a terrifying force.
In the chilly autumn night, the Hoofed Beast, aided by their armor, accelerated continuously, turning each Gungnir into a medieval tank.
The spear pierced the neck of a Blood Corpse, and a vibration traveled up the shaft. Tiya knew that she had completely severed the Blood Corpse's cervical vertebrae.
She shook the blood off her spear, confirmed the positions of Number Four and Number Ten, and then the three of them, supporting each other, continued their charge towards the scattered Blood Corpse.
On the other side, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] pulled a spear from the chest of a Blood Corpse, looked around, and spotted a new target below the city wall.
Beneath the city wall, dozens of Blood Corpse were gathered around a large man.
A Aberration Blood Corpse with a right arm six or seven times thicker than a normal Blood Corpse was acting as a springboard for its companions. With each swing of its massive arm, it could launch a companion to a height almost equal to that of the city wall.
At this point, all the Blood Corpse need to do is react quickly enough to grab the edge of the city wall and climb up to join the battle. As for what happens if they don't react in time... no one, not even the Blood Corpse, cares.
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ], who was in the distance, locked onto the group of Blood Corpse and, ignoring the Gungnir who were still clearing out the surrounding mobs, launched a fierce attack on the Blood Corpse gathering point.
As the number of Blood Corpse killed increases, the Blood Curse belonging to the Antos Lineage is deepening within the [ Shit Appraisal Master ].
The surrounding Blood Corpse gradually became interested in him, and a faint hatred was slowly gathering around him.
However, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] himself didn't care at all, or rather, most players had a "so what if I marked it? Come and kill me" attitude towards things like Blood Curse.
Just because of the Blood Curse setting doesn't mean you should throw the baby out with the bathwater and switch from a combat-oriented player to a crafting-oriented one. There are no cowards like that in Soul Returner.
So he continued clearing away the surrounding Blood Corpse, constantly approaching the peculiar individual with a thick arm. As the distance closed, the Blood Corpse finally turned its body, presenting its face directly to [ Shit Appraisal Master ].
"I'm wondering why he looks exactly like Charger, the special infected from Left 4 Dead 2?"
Upon seeing the Blood Corpse's front, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] suddenly remembered a classic old game he had once played.
Even after installing countless funny mods, he still felt a lingering fear of a certain dump truck-like monster.
The hideous and terrifying face before him gradually overlapped with the low-resolution model in his memory, causing the fear [ Shit Appraisal Master ] felt as a child to resurface in his mind.
However, upon witnessing this scene, the Soul Returner not only did not back down, but instead a wild smile appeared on his face:
"Alright, I'll hit Charger!"
After fighting their way through, the man and the Blood Corpse clashed, and then awaited the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] was a powerful uppercut...
As his entire body was propelled upwards by the immense impact, a scene suddenly appeared before the [ Shit Appraisal Master ].
That was more than ten years ago; he was just over ten years old.
He saw a documentary on how ancient cavalry fought, but switched channels to watch animation, thus missing a crucial point of knowledge—
The strength of cavalry largely depends on their charge speed, so cavalry need to avoid close combat, which is exactly what Blood Corpse excel at.
At this moment, the boomerang that had traveled along the river of time for more than a decade finally struck him precisely between the eyebrows.
As the flight reached its highest point, [ the Shit Appraisal Master ] had only one thought in his mind:
"Damn it, I shouldn't have changed the channel..."
"Snap."
The impact, much smaller than expected, puzzled [ Shit Appraisal Master ]. He barely opened his eyes and looked around, only to see a shield-wielding guard move aside the giant shield in front of him, revealing a familiar face.
[ Easily Soluble in Water ]: "Dude, how did you... fly up here? I thought you were Blood Corpse, I almost elbowed you down."
With his help, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] managed to prop himself up, but his head was tilted to one side:
"There's an elite monster down there that keeps throwing Blood Corpse up there, I can't beat it..."
Looking at his dying companion, [ Easily Soluble in Water ] asked:
"Any last words?"
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] thought for a moment and said:
"My brand new car... When do I need to get car insurance for my Seraphina? I definitely need to buy it... Please keep an eye on my car..."
[ Easily Soluble in Water ] Glancing down at the city, it saw that the Hoofed Beast, now devoid of its master, was Domination by fear and began to run wildly on all six legs toward the dense forest.
In the bushes, [ the Good Times Don't Last ]. One second he was gloating over his supposedly superb photography skills, and the next he saw his buddy get shot down by Blood Corpse.
"No..."
He quickly adjusted the magnification and focused on the city wall, trying to capture the last moments before his good brother died.
However, he saw a guard with a shield on the city wall looking in his direction.
What happened?
The moment this question arose in his mind, he heard the sound of horses' hooves, and the next Good Times Don't Last, his vision went completely dark.
What the heck?
[ Good Times Don't Last Long], who was forcibly logged off, looked at his death replay with a bewildered expression, and after comparing it several times, confirmed a fact.
He was probably the first and last unlucky guy in this World of Disorder to have his neck broken by a runaway horse and die...