Phield's eyes lit up for a moment, but when he instinctively glanced at the map, the initial excitement vanished at once. His brows furrowed tightly. He kept looking back and forth between the minimap and the two people in front of him, rubbing his eyes in confusion.
"Why is it marked with a red exclamation point? That means they're hostile to me… strange, when did I ever offend them?"
After the two of them efficiently slaughtered large numbers of corrupted corpses, the undead tide attacking Nightfall Domain completely collapsed.
The piled corpses formed streams of foul, dark-purple blood, flowing like a small river.
"Hello, we are adventurers. We mean no harm." The handsome young man planted his greatsword into the pile of corpses, a bright and sunny smile blooming on his resolute face. "We saw the corrupted corpses attacking you and couldn't help but step in. Humans should help each other."
"Thank you very much."
