"Lord of the Snowfield? Holy Spirit, our duty is only to annihilate the law thieves on this island. We really can't help the monsters on this island."
When Liushui Shenxuan heard that the Holy Spirit wanted to drag them to hunt the monsters on the island, he immediately became timid. He didn't want to be bitten by the monsters on the island and then get the crystal disease.
But before the Chosen One of Flowing Water could utter the next word of refusal, a hearty laugh came from behind him. It was the laughter of the Chosen One of Sun.
"Isn't it our duty to purify the plague on this island? The Holy Spirit has so warmly invited us to hunt down the strongest monster on this island. As warriors chosen by the gods, how can we retreat?"
The Chosen One of God and the president of the Gray Eyed Guild he was in charge of really met too late... Jiang Qiao, who was listening nearby, felt that this bald Chosen One of God and the Lionheart Knight must have a lot to talk about.
"Don't forget that we are here to bring Sheral back." The Shadow Chosen reminded his heroic colleague.
"There's nothing wrong with leaving Shelar in the care of the Holy Spirits for a while. I'll go talk to the High Priest about this."
The Chosen God of Sun was the first to take the lead and pull the president of the Gray Eyed Society towards the edge of the forest. Among the six Chosen Gods, only the Chosen God of Sun agreed so quickly. The other four Chosen Gods stood there and said, "Goodbye, goodbye." "No, no." There was also a Chosen God of Shadow who stood there in silence for a moment...
She found that her legs were shaking. Now was not the time to be afraid!
The Shadow Goddess pinched her thigh with her hand, and used the pain to suppress the trembling of her legs. Then she quickly caught up with the Sun Goddess.
"Shari, I thought you all in the Shadow Sect were a bunch of cowards, but I didn't expect you to be the bravest one among them."
The Chosen One of the Suns turned over and rode on his warhorse tied to the tree...
"Do you really think Crystal Disease can be cured?" The Chosen One of Shadows did not rush to mount her horse. She came to the Chosen One of Sun and asked.
"Why not? The Holy Spirits completely cleansed out one seventh of the crystal plague on the island in less than ten days after arriving here! It won't be difficult to cleanse the other six sevenths. Besides, I have a good eye for people. Every one of them is a fierce warrior."
The Chosen One of the Sun has an extremely high opinion of the Holy Spirits... The Chosen One of Shadows listened to this evaluation and looked at a player who was walking past him, wearing a pixelated headgear and a chubby snowman costume.
"Huh? What's wrong? You want to fight?" McCafé noticed that the two NPCs' eyes were focused on him.
"You in the Sun Sect define this as bravery?" The more the Shadow God's Chosen came into contact with this group of Holy Spirits, the more uncertain he became.
"The clothes in other worlds are always different from those in our world! You can't be prejudiced against the clothes of people from another world. Look at their mounts, Shari... Even creatures like Nightmare that exist in hell have been tamed by them."
The finger of the Chosen One of the Sun pointed at Bubble, the president of the Coke Mania Guild. Bubble's mount was a nightmare covered in blue flames.
In the legends of their world, there is also a creature called nightmare. According to legend, any strong person who has tamed the nightmare will not be burned by the hellfire of the nightmare.
The nightmare riding on the bubble is just an ordinary model with a blue flame texture effect, but Jiang Qiao's modeling and special effects are both excellent. The word "domineering" is written all over the appearance of this nightmare, which makes people worry whether the flames coming out of the nightmare's bones will burn their buttocks.
"They also have dragons. Are they Nether Dragons? It doesn't look like one, but anyway, Shari, you know that these mysterious creatures cannot be tamed simply by strength."
The Chosen One of the Sun tried to convince the Chosen One of the Shadow by using the various mounts of the Holy Spirits. These Holy Spirits in strange costumes were far beyond her imagination in terms of combat ability and character as a strong man.
In fact, what the Chosen One of the Sun wants to exaggerate... is nothing more than the prestige of the Holy Spirit. He wants the Chosen One of the Shadows to believe that the Holy Spirits have the power to save the world and purify the crystal disease, and that they are great heroes summoned by God.
But the other Chosen Gods don’t think so... The same goes for the Shadow Chosen God.
The strange costumes worn by the Holy Spirits made it impossible for them to be associated with the image of "heroes". Another reason that ruined the image of the Holy Spirits was the 24-hour non-stop mahjong dance party for the elderly that they held in their initial base.
Before formally greeting these holy spirits, the Shadow God actually stayed at the initial base for twenty-four hours, trying to see if they had any other conspiracy in coming to this island.
But no…that’s all these Holy Spirits do when they’re not hunting on this island.
play cards.
Dance.
After drinking the drinks, we continued playing cards.
Ludo.
Form gangs and play cards together.
play cards.
When Shadow God was monitoring halfway, he really wanted to catch a Holy Spirit and yell, "Did Mother Earth bring you here just to play cards? Get out and kill monsters!"
Now the Holy Spirits have finally come out in full force to kill monsters, and they've dragged them along... but the Shadow Chosen are not happy at all.
"Mr. Gray Eyes, my friend... are you ready to embark on an exciting ice dragon hunting journey?" The words of the Chosen One of the Sun interrupted her thoughts.
"Why do you speak with such a strong translator accent?" Huibaitong is the president of the Huitong Society and an exorcist by profession.
The Exorcist is a transformed job of the clergy, and the background story of the profession is the same as that of Zhao Mingwei's Qi Master, which originated from the Far East.
Therefore, this profession introduced the elements of talismans and shikigami from the Celestial Empire. It is a profession that releases talisman magic and summons shikigami to fight for itself. In addition to this, exorcists can also choose another power route, which is to convert their main weapon into an axe, and rely on swinging the giant axe to smash the enemy into meat paste.
Huibaitong is an exorcist who practices both strength and magic. Like Mo Shigui, he does not like to wear fashionable clothes, so Huibaitong's style makes him look like an old monk.
"Translation style? There are always one or two parts in the vocabulary of your Holy Spirit that I cannot understand." said the Chosen One of the Sun.
"It doesn't matter. I shouldn't have chosen this boring option. Let me explain the mission... We have roughly explored the coordinates of the Snow Lord. Considering that you crystal hunters cannot cause damage to the monsters on the island, what you need to do is to help stop the avalanche."
As the president, Gray-white pupil is the type of person who cannot tolerate jokes and is very serious. The reason for this is because... his sense of humour is too high.
Moreover, the tasks he is responsible for in the guild are different from those of commander Mo Shigui. His tasks are more like those of a data analyst.
"Avalanche? Do avalanches often occur when you hunt in snowy areas?"
"Yes, the terrain disaster mechanism of the snowfield is too frequent. Fire attribute skills that can cause large-scale damage may cause avalanches. We defeated two lord monsters in the snowfield and encountered avalanches twice in the eight hours we spent. Two of them were caused by the Abyss Temple Guild next door. Avalanches will reduce the health of our guild members by one third and may disrupt the formation."
Gray-white pupils reported the battle situation on the battlefield to the Chosen God of Sun and the Chosen God of Shadow bit by bit.
Because at this time, the option of "I hope you can help me do these things" has popped up in the dialog box of the Sun God's Choice.
In Huibaitong's eyes, the NPC Sun Chosen is equivalent to a plot NPC that helps players pass the levels. This kind of NPC is either designed to be a burden that can't do anything, requiring players to protect him at all times, or designed to be a boss-level bodyguard that is so strong that he can even kill dungeon monsters in seconds, giving players a good time.
The Chosen One of the Sun is obviously somewhere in between. Gray Eyed was wondering when he was brushing the snow map. Those large-scale avalanches ruined the gaming experience too much, but now it seems that he lacks an NPC to lead the way.
"I will do my best to prevent the avalanche from affecting you." The Sun Chosen agreed to Gray Eyes' request and turned his gaze to the Shadow Chosen next to him, "Look, Shari."
"What are you looking at?" The Shadow God's Chosen One didn't understand where the Sun God's Chosen One's sense of superiority came from.
"Although the Holy Spirits are dressed very strangely, they are warriors full of wisdom and strength! If the crystal plague can be purified by them this time, I think their figures riding on their mounts and galloping on Brand Island should be remembered by the world as sculptures." The Chosen One of the Sun almost boasted to the sky when he said this.
"I'll skip the plot dialogue for now. It's time to set off." Huibaitong listened to the bragging of the Chosen One of the Sun without any psychological fluctuations. He has been playing online games for so many years, and there are hundreds of NPCs who are crazy about players, let alone thousands.
Now Gray Eyed felt a little sleepy after listening to this.
"Of course! My warhorse is ready to gallop on the battlefield, but Mr. Gray-white pupil, why are you sitting down?" The Chosen One of the Suns looked down and found that Gray-white pupil had sat down directly.
"This is my mount. I'm turning on automatic navigation. Remember to follow me."
"Your mount?" The Chosen One of the Sun looked around and it looked like... a wheelchair
Could it be that Gray Eye's legs and feet are inconvenient? No! Even if his legs and feet are inconvenient, it shouldn't affect his riding.
"Do you need me to send someone to push this thing?" The Chosen One of God Sun still didn't understand what this wheelchair was. The spiritual forest and the snowfield were not easy roads to walk on.
"No need. And if you can't keep up, remember to shout." Gray-eyed was still concentrating on analyzing the snowfield map and the data on the monsters produced in the snowfield.
"?"
The Chosen One of Gods next to him had a big question mark on his forehead, but it was too late. He only heard the sound of an engine roaring, and then the wheelchair with gray-white eyes disappeared in front of him with a whoosh.
If the Chosen One of the Suns understood the language of communication between the Holy Spirits, he would definitely think of "I lost to a wheelchair in the Spiritual Forest last night. He used inertia to drift through the corners at a very fast speed..."
"That...what exactly is that?" The Chosen One of Gods touched his big bald head and looked at the gray-white taillights of the car that was moving away into the distance.
"I remember you just said that if they can purify the Crystal Plague this time, I think their figures riding on their mounts on Brand Island should be remembered by the world as sculptures?"
The voice of the Shadow Chosen God rang in the ears of the Sun Chosen God. It might be a mockery. She repeated what the Sun Chosen God had said before, and then rode her warhorse to catch up with the departing Holy Spirit army.
(End of this chapter)