strictlysupreme Chapter 48: Undead Reception
Chapter 48: Undead Reception
Chapter 48: Undead Reception
In front of the Holy Legion cavalry, the undead of Taranthan, with captured noble household guards in tow, came over and handed the prisoners to Yang Qiu.
Yang Qiu allocated the prestige to players according to the captives they handed in, then spontaneously issued a temporary quest, [Guard The Prisoners], which still made players take care of their captives and their horses.
While the players' attitudes during the submission of the quest were rather casual and relaxed, in the absence of a common language, it could still be interpreted that the Taranthan undead knew to obey and follow the orders of Black Mage Yang.
Although the Holy Legion cavalry was unwilling to come into contact with these dirty undead and kept their distance, they didn't harbor strong hostility toward the players, at least not while the players were considered "law-abiding."
It was fortunate that the two sides couldn't communicate through language; otherwise, the worldview of these troops would have been shattered once more.
"Hey, hey, did you guys notice? Among these NPCs, those that can be 'Identified' show their classes as Holy Warriors or Holy Knights. They don't seem to be in the same league as Black Mage Yang, do they? What sort of ridiculous plot is this?"
"Hmm, the leader of these NPCs seems to be close to Yang. They were sitting together when we arrived. Maybe they're old buddies or something."
"I feel like this game's factions aren't like those of WOW where they fight each other to the death. It's more like the factions of JX3, where the NPCs from the Evil Valley and the Grand Alliance can still have love affairs or engage in other activities."
"The modeling of this pretty boy in black is so damn gorgeous. He easily overshadows Old Yang."
Yang Qiu calmly ignored the players' remarks, which were more mentally contaminating than the elder gods' whispers. After arranging for the players to be responsible for the captives, he invited the player-referred "pretty boy in black," Lowell, to accompany him, and the two headed back to the valley where the "civilian NPCs" were stationed.
As soon as they started moving, the difference between the Holy Legion cavalry and the army of Taranthan undead became even more apparent...
The holy soldiers followed Black-robed Inspector Lowell in perfect, disciplined formation.
In the Dimensional Realm, there were indeed creatures that possessed great spirituality with intelligence equal to or even surpassing that of humans.
For example... demons.
This perplexed and deeply worried Andres. Demons were the common enemy of followers of righteous gods and the believers of pagan deities.
No matter how fierce the battles and killing between these two sides were, if a demon appeared nearby, both sides would join forces without hesitation and pay any price to eliminate the demon.
The reason behind this... was the confluence the demonic nature shared with divinity. The demonic nature of the demon race was even more feared by religious individuals than the reemergence of the elder gods' wills.
If the mental contamination resulting in a loss of control due to elder gods was like a sharp sword looming above the head of all skilled professional powerhouses, then the demon race was the ultimate enemy of all religious individuals who drew their power from faith.
After a moment's hesitation, Andres couldn't help but ask, "Lowell, do you reckon—"
"No." Lowell shook his head. "Black Mage Yang is a... rational madman. He must understand the price of collaborating with demons."
Andres finally let out a sigh of relief.
Upon deeper thought, it was impossible for demons to let go of readily available souls, unlike the Taranthan undead, who had indeed spared the lives of the household guards.
"This guy... is truly unfathomable," Andres sighed as he glanced at the back of the black mage.
Lowell remained indifferent to his subordinate's sentiment. If this black mage were someone easy to figure out, those lunatics of the Radiant Sun Church wouldn't have spent several decades being toyed with.
Once they entered the valley where the civilians were hiding, the soldiers of the Holy Legion couldn't help but be stunned by the pile of supplies laid out on the grass. These supplies, wrapped in fabric similar to canvas, formed a small mountain of a heap. Some of the packages had already been opened, indicating that some of these items had been used.
Around 300 civilians, mainly elderly, weak, and sick individuals, huddled around the supplies as if they were using their fragile bodies to protect these precious items.
This left the soldiers bewildered. Did these bizarre undead really understand the need to provide supplies for the civilians they were rescuing?!