As soon as she finished speaking, [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] felt the wheelchair suddenly tremble, followed by Bennett's voice, which sounded calm but contained a hint of fear:
"I... I won't."
You'd better be.
[ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] uttered a sentence before resuming normal driving.
After thinking for a moment, Bennett said:
"Given the current number of Blood Corpse, if enough Blood Corpse could be gathered, both I and that unknown entity would have a more significant impact on the Blood Corpse horde."
[ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] can understand Bennett's meaning, since it is indeed difficult to find patterns when the sample size is too small.
However, if there are too many Blood Corpse, [ Soaring Clouds ] might not be able to handle it well.
After much thought, as a temporary employee hired by the boss [ Soaring Clouds ], [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] still fulfilled the duties of an employed person very well.
He asked [ Soaring Clouds ] in the communication channel:
" Bennett has spotted a target resembling the Blood Corpse Count, but because not enough Blood Corpse have been attracted, he cannot determine the exact identity and location."
[ Soaring Clouds ] quickly replied:
So what does he want to do? Or do you have a good idea?
" Bennett's point is that if enough Blood Corpse are attracted at once, the tug-of-war between them can be used to locate the other side."
Are you worried that I can't handle it?
"That's right."
"Your concerns are valid; we indeed cannot handle this at the moment."
That's quite frank – twenty seconds is already the limit for harmlessly disposing of Blood Corpse; compressing the time further risks the production line collapsing.
So [ Soaring Clouds ] thought for a moment and said:
"Let's stick to the original plan. First, clear out the Blood Corpse in the vicinity. Once most of them are dead, we'll lure another batch from the surrounding area, locate the Earl, and then deal with them."
"I see."
After the two hung up the call, [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] said to Bennett:
"Proceed according to the original plan; we don't need to worry about the Earl's problem for now."
"Good."
Upon hearing this, Bennett, who was hanging below the Soldier Bee, felt a mix of relief and disappointment, which made him question his current state of mind...
Two hours later, [ Soaring Clouds ] Studio had processed nearly a hundred Blood Corpse.
The bound crabs wriggled frantically at the bottom of the pit. Because the pit itself wasn't very big, they had unknowingly piled up one on top of the other.
Fortunately, these undead-like creatures do not need to breathe, so even though the Blood Corpse at the bottom have been pressed into the mud, there is no risk of them drowning.
Seeing the Blood Corpse about to reach ground level, [ Soaring Clouds ] sent a private message to [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ]:
"Last trip, finished and call it a day."
After the other party received the message, he sent another message to the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] who was far away in Valhalla:
"Brother, we can set off now. Remember to bring two extra carriages; we have quite a lot of cargo..."
The reply from the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] arrived quickly:
"Looks like it's going well? The Dragonborn cargo convoy will be here soon."
An hour later, the last batch of Blood Corpse was completely disposed of. If the players hadn't piled the excavated soil around the edge of the pit while digging, the Blood Corpse might have already crawled out of the pit.
"OK, buddy, you can go home now."
[ Soaring Clouds ] said to [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ]:
"Remember to protect the production materials, Bennett. We'll continue tomorrow."
"Okay!"
[ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] looked at the players below who were busy packing hairy crabs, tapped the shell of the Soldier Bee Pro, and flew towards Valhalla.
He was a temporary employee of [ Soaring Clouds ], and his only responsibility was to lure monsters, so the rest of the work was naturally none of his business.
Below, in the open field, the area that was surrounded on three sides but missing one quickly welcomed new guests.
However, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] looked at the rows of plants in front of him, still stained with Blood Corpse and bits of flesh, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled—
"Bro, which way do we go in?!"
These words reached the ears of every player in the Soaring Sky Studio, and only then did they realize a fact—
They didn't leave any backdoors when they built this area!
For most of the night, the only thing coming in and out was [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ], but it flew there...
Left with no other choice, the group began felling the last three ironwood trees. They had never hated this incredibly hard-growing plant so much, until it blocked their path...
Fortunately, most of the coachmen under the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] are Dragonborn, each with hard scales and claws.
Although ironwood is incredibly hard, it is still slightly inferior to dragon scales and claws. In addition, the Dragonborn's exertion posture is very similar to that of a carpenter using a plane, so they quickly carved out a hole.
Seeing the large hole in the wall, [ Soaring Clouds ] immediately placed an order:
"Dude, can you get me two sturdier doors delivered tomorrow? Do you have any in stock?"
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ] smiled and said:
"I don't stock up on goods much anymore, except for [ Great Prospects General Store ]. For specific sales details, you can ask [ Good Times Don't Last ]."
[ Soaring Clouds ]'s expression froze upon hearing this:
So what are you going to do now?
[ Shit Appraisal Master ] stepped aside to reveal the Dragonborn convoy behind him to [ Soaring Clouds ]:
"Trading, plus intermediaries."
He said with a smile:
"So you're asking me for two doors and I really don't have any, but I know someone who does, and I can even deliver and install them for you."
Real estate agents are indeed too authoritative...
[ Soaring Clouds ] mentally complained and then asked:
Where can I find a sturdy, good door?
"Of course, it's Seraphina's Dragonborn Warehouse."
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] answered without hesitation, simultaneously pulling aside a Dragonborn who had just retracted his dragon claws from planing wood:
"Dude, don't you think so?"
The Dragonborn nodded hastily and said:
"Yes, yes, yes, our Dragonborn warehouse has everything!"
"You even have ready-made doors? Where did they come from?"
[ Soaring Clouds ] was somewhat confused upon hearing this, so [ Shit Appraisal Master ] explained:
"Of course, it was our good brothers who 'gambled' on it in Fir City! I just went to the Dragonborn Warehouse this afternoon; there are two pairs of heavy, carved wooden doors inside, sturdy and beautiful. I think you'll like them."
[ Soaring Clouds ] frowned and said:
"Could you tell me where it came from? It's not stolen goods, is it?"
"Don't worry, it's said to be from Fir City, how could it not be stolen goods? I've already checked, the larger pair is from the front door of the Fir City Fir City, and the smaller pair is from the back door."
"Ah?"
Soaring Clouds was completely shocked upon hearing this. He didn't think there was anything wrong with the stolen goods, but the evacuation methods of Fir City were well known. Underwater evacuation and tunnel evacuation were definitely not feasible when carrying a large door.
In other words, did some players actually carry huge door panels and use the Soldier Bee evacuation method?
A speechless bee-like face appeared in [ Soaring Clouds's] mind...
This is just too incredible...