The three people listening in felt goosebumps rise all over their bodies, but they still asked with normal expressions:
Are you sure it's the Marquis?
"I'm sure the adult is watching me, and I feel incredibly happy!"
It's a bit disgusting... Does BYD have to get this into character?
[ Pizza Heart ] thought for a moment and asked:
Why are you the one getting stared at by adults?
After a long silence, [ Clear Soup Master ] said:
"The Marquis heard my views on the work of the Blood Corpse, and thus issued a new order:"
"Many of the earls in the Adelaide Lineage are sealed in locations relatively close to the Graycast Corridor, and it still takes some time to get here. Therefore, the four of us are currently all the conceivable Blood Corpse under his command."
"The Marquis can grant us the ability to temporarily control Blood Corpse. If we can improve the methods of excavating Blood Corpse and help the Marquis escape sooner, then we will become earls from the new era under his command, and gain eternal life with him!"
Upon hearing this, the three of them immediately displayed extremely exaggerated expressions:
"Real?"
"Absolutely true! The Marquis would never deceive us!"
After receiving an affirmative answer, [ Pizza Heart ], [ My Buddha Ciba ], and [ Namo Goose Rice Tofu ] bowed and clasped their hands in greeting, uttering the words they had long wanted to say:
"I would die for you, Your Excellency!"
Two days later, in the Wilderness of Chaos, at the sealed land.
Don Quixote and his squire Sancho Panza...
No, it's that [ Shit Appraisal Master ] and his companion [ Good Times Don't Last ], who just bought Hoofed Beast, have finally arrived at the sealed land, intending to get a share of the spoils.
Hoofed Beast are supposed to be much faster than humans on foot, but the mysterious field that randomly stripped them of their five senses had temporarily blinded Hoofed Beast, causing the two to take an extra day to finally arrive here.
The two partners' [ Great Prospects General Store ] is now on the right track. Although business is generally lukewarm, they have at least established a certain level of credibility and their daily turnover is relatively stable, providing them with a modest but not enough source of income to keep them from starving.
Upon hearing that a new lineage of Blood Corpse had appeared in the Wilderness of Chaos, the two recalled their crushing defeat in the recent campaign against Bennett:
From beginning to end, neither of them managed to hurt a single hair on Bennett's head. The [ Shit Appraisal Master ], who was showing off while riding his Hoofed Beast, was sent flying from below the city walls to the top by an uppercut from an unknown elite Blood Corpse. He truly proved that to show off, you have to fly.
The player whose neck was broken by a runaway horse became a laughing Good Times Don't Last, adding a new achievement to his list of "first players to be solo killed by Deadwood Vine "—"first players to be solo killed by Hoofed Beast."
So, after hearing that Blood Corpse had appeared here again, the two decided to come and avenge their previous humiliation.
Avenging a humiliation doesn't necessarily require actual combat; providing sufficient intelligence for subsequent battles, such as conducting surveying, is a good option.
The two were solely focused on avenging the Blood Corpse, not because the gold coins in the mission reward pool looked like the ones in their pockets...
In short, after passing through the mysterious realm that deprived them of their five senses, the two finally arrived at the location of the sealed place marked on the map.
After collecting some plant samples, the two stood atop a small hill and gazed at the distant scenery.
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] suddenly frowned:
"Wait a minute, buddy, let me mark some points for you. Can you see what those are?"
[ The Good Times Don't Last. ] Following the direction his friend had marked, he noticed some small black dots moving in the distance. Watching those hurried figures, he quietly analyzed:
"They must be other players who are surveying... No, there are way too many! If each point has one person, there must be at least two hundred people."
" Blood Corpse!"
The radar of the " Shit Appraisal Master " immediately went off, but he immediately began to question himself:
"No, no, it's broad daylight, how could there be so many Blood Corpse running around?"
"Why don't we go take a look? We'll have to go there anyway to collect terrain data, so it doesn't make a difference whether we go sooner or later."
Let's go.
The two mounted their horses and began to travel into the distance in a way that conserved their energy.
The two did not let the Hoofed Beast run at full speed, because if they did, they might not be able to escape if there really was Blood Corpse ahead. Conserving their energy for a contingency was the best option.
The two quickly arrived at the area covered with countless tiny gray-black dots, and what greeted their eyes was a scene they would never forget:
Before a steep cliff, thousands of Blood Corpse lined up in four relatively neat single-file lines in the wilderness, while at the end of the lines was a large group of Blood Corpse, numbering over a hundred, waving their sharp claws and constantly attacking the hard rock wall.
The brown rocks seemed like the mortal enemies of these Blood Corpse, who tirelessly brandished their claws, showing no sign of rest even as their black claws were dulled and worn smooth.
Countless pebbles fell at their feet, silently testifying to the fruits of their hard work.
Behind the horde of Blood Corpse frantically scratching at the rock face, one of the Blood Corpse scooped up a handful of rubble and carefully poured it into a "bowl" formed by the Blood Corpse' hands behind it.
The Blood Corpse also carefully turned around, dumping the rubble into the hands of the next Blood Corpse, and then this process was repeated...
Hundreds and thousands of Blood Corpse were like four constantly running production lines, continuously transporting the rubble from the rock wall to the distant rear, appearing incredibly hardworking and diligent.
But that's only what it appears to be.
The hard rock face meant that the pebbles were not very large to begin with. As the pebbles were passed around by hundreds of Blood Corpse, the small and medium-sized pebbles had long since fallen into the sparse grass on the ground.
As the story progressed, the last one or two hundred Blood Corpse in the group often only had a few small stones in their hands. Because their fingers weren't very wide, these slightly larger stones were saved for last and were thrown into the pile of rubble behind them by the Blood Corpse at the end of the group.
After observing the assembly line for five minutes, the Good Times Don't Last long, and the tone was filled with lingering doubt:
What are they doing?
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] shook his head:
"I don't know... This world is indeed much more chaotic than we imagined..."
"I'll ask on the forum and see if any of you who came here earlier know what's going on with these Blood Corpse."
"Okay, you post it. I'll keep an eye on the surroundings to prevent any surprise attacks."
Just as the two finished their discussion, a whooshing sound came from the distant ranks of Blood Corpse:
"Whoosh~ Snap!"
Before the two could turn their heads, they heard a furious shout from another world:
"Go work!"