The Survival Rules of NPCs

Chapter 124 Seduction

Despite the hazy mist across the river, Bright and Li Gou Dan could clearly see the battle between the two powerful figures.

Bright knew that the messenger was very strong. Just the sight of the man approaching him would involuntarily give rise to a feeling of submission to a powerful being. But even so, he still didn't have much of a concept of what a so-called strong person was.

This time, however, he saw things clearly.

There is a huge gap between the extraordinary and ordinary people in this world, and there is also a huge gap between the extraordinary and the extraordinary. Without such advanced combat power, a force, no matter how large its territory or how many resources it has, is just a mirage.

The knight who charged at the old man could have single-handedly slaughtered all the warriors in Holy Stone City if there hadn't been a transcendent of equal rank to hold him back on the battlefield. As for those so-called players and guilds, they were nothing but rubbish. No wonder neither the Beth Empire nor Mirandil cared about these black market mercenaries, because no matter how many of them there were, they couldn't shake the foundation of the empire.

High-level superhumans are the foundation of the empire; these guys are practically human nuclear bombs.

Unfortunately, this nuclear bomb encountered something from a higher dimension. Watching the explosive collision in mid-air, and finally the rain of blood falling from the sky, the incomparably powerful body met something of equal mass in mid-air, and its fate was obvious.

The powerful knight's shadow reappeared beside the messenger in the next second, kneeling respectfully and kissing the messenger's shoes. The scene was, in some ways, even more shocking than the magnificent rain of blood and flesh.

"Is this the Shadow Mage class? That Tangyuan chose such a powerful class?" Li Gou Dan seemed incredibly envious.

Tangyuan, who was in the distance, was also breathing rapidly. If this was the future of her career, then it was truly a promising future!

Bright secretly shook his head. If this were a naturally growing world, there might be a situation where one profession is overwhelmingly dominant. But this is a game, and games are about balance. There will indeed be overpowered professions, but they will never crush other professions by too much. The Knight's crushing defeat was most likely due to insufficient information.

If the messenger could summon the opponent's shadow to fight directly from the beginning, there would be no need to use so many fancy abilities to kill people at the beginning, which would seem inefficient and a waste of time. It couldn't be just to demonstrate the diversity of shadow magic skills, right?

The ability to summon the opponent's shadow to fight directly likely comes with conditions, but what those conditions are, I haven't figured out yet.

If he were that knight, he wouldn't let his men die before deciding to fight to the death; in Bright's opinion, that was the most foolish choice.

There's someone whose rank is clearly not something your subordinates can mess with. Instead of stepping forward immediately, you choose to wait and see. And even if you wait and see, your subordinates haven't figured anything out. At this point, if you're not confident, you would definitely retreat.

You've got yourself into a mess, all your men are dead, and now you're trying to fight to the death? You should have done it sooner. If you had died, maybe a few of your men would have realized the situation was hopeless and run away.

"Lord Gelstel..." Beckhill murmured, his face full of disbelief. He simply couldn't believe that the man who had created many legends on the battlefield and was repeatedly regarded by the Duke as the most powerful swordsman in the future of the empire had died so easily, without even leaving behind a corpse.

Even his shadow is now as humble as a dog's.

The envoy raised his hand, ready to silence the other party. He could kill important figures in the Beth Empire, but he couldn't let anyone know who did it. As long as the mystery was preserved, even if the Beth Empire was furious, it wouldn't dare to attack Holy Stone City easily.

"Sir Envoy..."

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A sudden voice made the messenger, who was about to silence him, stop in his tracks.

He turned around and looked over with some surprise.

The whispers in his ear came from across the riverbank. He recognized the voice; it was the corpse collector who had made the shadows yield!

No... it should be called the Corpse Whisperer.

How did he manage to cross this river?

That shouldn't be the case...

This was something he had been struggling to understand. There was a force in this river that even frightened him, so he didn't rush across immediately. He had a feeling that what he had been searching for, the last World Tree, might be on the other side of the river.

But the question is, how did that level 20+ ranger, along with Bright's level 30+ corpse whisperer, cross this dangerous river?

"Mr. Bright..." the messenger smiled, "Shouldn't you explain something to me?"

He wasn't surprised that Bright's voice could travel so far. Corpse Whisperers were a profession of the Shadows, which humans knew little about, but he knew a lot about. It was a very strange and eerie profession even among the Shadows. If the other party was in a spirit state, they could even whisper in your ear from a great distance, as long as they could pinpoint your location.

"Explanation?" Bright's voice was filled with doubt. "Is there some misunderstanding, sir? You said that something important was lost and that we needed to find more information, so I risked entering the forest in spirit form to gather information for you."

"Oh? You're really doing your job well." The messenger sneered, naturally not believing the other party's nonsense at all. A spirit? That thing hidden in the river, let alone a spirit, even a high-level undead, as long as it dares to step into the red line of that river, the underworld can't save it.

"Thank you for your praise, Your Excellency. My lord, the very important thing here should be the World Tree you are looking for!"

"Is that so?" the envoy said calmly.

"I swear by the shadows, I have not lied."

The messenger frowned. The other party had sworn an oath in the shadows before him. If the other party truly kept the oath, he, the messenger of the Shadow Kingdom, would be within reach. The power of the shadows would not hesitate to let the other party know the consequences of breaking the oath.

The fact that his own shadow power wasn't boiling at all meant one thing: the other party wasn't lying, at least not in that last sentence!

The World Tree is just across the river, but the question remains: how did it get there?

Intuition told me that this river was dangerous. This was a strong person's premonition of danger, and it was no mistake. But it was also true that the other party, who was of such a low level, had crossed the river!

"How did you get there?"

"How did you get here?" Bright asked, puzzled. "I just... got here like this, nothing happened."

"You mean, you walked across this river and nothing happened?" the messenger sneered.

"yes."

"Do you dare swear by the shadows again? You did nothing, prepared nothing, and just let it pass by like that?"

"Of course!" Bright said directly, "I got lost after wandering in here, completely disoriented. I stumbled upon this river quite by accident, crossed it without hesitation, and nothing really happened. I swear on my life!"

Nothing happened?

The other party's last words were calm, without any surge of shadowy power; the other party was still not lying.

He said he got lost and wandered in by mistake, which means the dangerous things in this river didn't attack him? Without him being prepared?

Why?

Is it asleep?

Upon thinking of this, the envoy felt a rare surge of excitement.

He had always known that this forest possessed a protective force. The Shadow's greatest enemy was the resurgence of the elves. Although other ancient forces also showed signs of resurgence, the elves had always been the most feared existence in the Shadow Kingdom, their natural enemy!

Now, the possibility of completely eliminating the natural enemy is right in front of us. Even just confirming that the World Tree is inside will bring me great merit and the supreme blessing of the Lord of Shadows!

Although the other party claimed to have clues about the Elf Tree, they were not knowledgeable about its value. If they made a mistake or misunderstood, it would be foolish for me to rush back and report.

Moreover, he recognized the mist here; it was a space-manipulating phenomenon. If he left now, he might not be able to find the river again the next time he came here.

But he didn't dare go in like that...

Life... is only once. If you die, all the supreme glory is meaningless.

He had been asleep for countless years and hadn't lived enough yet. The taste of coffee on his tongue was still lingering in his mind. There were many things in this world that he hadn't yet experienced, and he didn't want to take any risks.

"Very well, you're not lying, but I still don't believe you unless... you can walk out and into the river. If you can, Mr. Bright, the Shadow God Society will bestow upon you an unimaginable reward!"

"Of course!" Bright agreed without hesitation.

This surprised the envoy. Judging from their previous interactions, Bright was clearly a very intelligent person. Did he not realize the danger of the river at all?

Soon, the answer came: the figure of the spirit slowly moved from the opposite bank to the middle of the river!

Are you really alright?

The messenger swallowed hard, his mind racing with speculation. He was right; the danger in the river must be dormant, otherwise it wouldn't allow a low-level spirit to provoke it.

I have to seize the opportunity!

With determination, the messenger stepped into the river.

coming!

Bright waved excitedly, but his heart was pounding with nervousness.

If I guess wrong, then cabbage will be my last resort.

But Bright had no confidence in dealing with this guy who hadn't been able to beat a crab in centuries.

So what he truly hoped for was not the cabbage behind him, but the thing that could trap the cabbage for hundreds of years.

If I'm not mistaken, that thing isn't dormant, nor is it inactive; it's simply because...

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