HPDBC Chapter 401 - 341 Optional New Race
Chapter 401 - 341 Optional New Race
Chapter 401: Chapter 341 Optional New RaceThe escape route was incredibly smooth.
Actually, even before that, the Undead Kerrigan had learned from the forums that the entire Raven City had already fallen into chaos.
If he acted at this time, he definitely wouldn’t get caught.
So, he felt it was very reasonable to take this opportunity to escape amidst the chaos.
They walked blatantly down the streets and didn’t even need to hide when encountering patrolling Riven Soldiers, because those soldiers were distracted by another disturbance.
And just like that, they made it out of Raven City without any mishaps.
Finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, Kerrigan looked down at himself, wearing only a pair of white underpants.
"Not a single weapon on me."
Now, apart from his level, he had nothing left.
Kerrigan turned his head to look at the towering black figure beside him, who had always had his face covered by a cloak and had been taciturn all along.
"Big bro, we still have to escape together, my name is Kerrigan, what should I call you?"
An NPC with a red [?] on his head.
This wasn’t a big problem, as a red name indicates hostility, but his 12 chaotic friends, who were currently with the Blood Clan and even about to switch classes and become part of the Blood Clan, still had red names above their heads.
Carrying malice was quite normal.
The black-cloaked figure did not reply, simply continuing to move northward.
"Hey, wait for me, big bro!" Kerrigan ran a few steps to catch up. He wasn’t good at running in the real world, but here he had gradually mastered some techniques of running.
For example, pushing off with the tips of his toes before his soles hit the ground allowed him to run a bit more urgently. But if he wanted to run long distances, he had to take bigger strides, first landing on his heels and then using the tips of his toes at the last second for a burst of speed.
This technique worked even better when applied in melee professions.
But Kerrigan found that even when running at full speed without any baggage, he could only barely keep up with the other person, which meant the other’s level was far higher than his.
As a thick-skinned Undead, there was no reason to let a mysterious NPC go when encountered.
Persistence paid off; seemingly fed up with Kerrigan’s chatter, the other was finally willing to share his origins.
"I come from the Black Marsh Kingdom."
"The Black Marsh Kingdom?"
That was not a good place; a lot of Undead were locked up there. Only a few people were still trying to break out, but most of the Undead had chosen to delete their accounts and start over.
That’s what was most interesting about it. Other games feared players quitting, providing what seemed like a doomsday scenario at the beginning but, in reality, with a lot of guidance.
But in "Doomsday Magic Ring," if an Undead got into some kind of trouble, it really was "game over"; there was no other option but to delete the account and start anew.
"What are you here for?"
"
Kerrigan’s mind stirred, and he quickly asked, "So are you from the Blood Clan?"
"Have you heard of the Blood Clan?" the black cloak asked, somewhat surprised.
"Er, my friend is from the Blood Clan, but are you really?" Kerrigan questioned.
"I am not; I am a lover of the Blood Clan."
What exactly is a lover?
Kerrigan was getting a headache when suddenly he remembered that his friend had already joined the Blood Clan. He immediately sent a message to his friend.
Unexpectedly, the friend replied promptly: "Lover, that means a subordinate or a Blood Servant, the most intimate relationship. You can be sure the person you are talking about is one of our own. My boss says to invite him over."
Kerrigan was overjoyed; he looked at the black cloak: "Brother, how about meeting the Blood Clan of this country with me? Maybe they have news of your lover."
"The Blood Clan of this country? Alright!"