Chapter 342 New Optional Races

The escape was smooth.

In fact, long before this, the undead Kerrigan had learned from the forum that the entire Riven City had fallen into chaos.

If I commit a crime at this time, I will definitely not be caught.

So he thought it was reasonable for him to escape now during the chaos.

They swaggered through the streets, not even having to hide when they encountered patrolling Revan soldiers because those soldiers were distracted by another commotion.

Just like that, we walked out of Raven City safely.

Kerrigan finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at herself, only wearing a pair of white shorts.

"Not a single weapon."

Now he has nothing left except his rank.

Kerrigan turned to look at the tall black figure beside her. The other person kept his face covered with a cloak and remained silent all the way.

"Brother, we have to escape together. My name is Kerrigan, what's your name?"

An NPC with a red [? ] on his head.

This is not a big problem. Red names represent hostility, but his 12 chaotic friends are now staying with the vampires, and some are about to be transferred to become vampires, but those vampires still have red names.

It's normal to have malicious intent.

The black cloak did not answer, but simply headed north.

"Hey, wait for me, bro!" Kerrigan jogged after him. He was not good at running in the real world, but here he gradually mastered some running skills.

For example, using the toes to exert force and then landing on the soles of the feet can make him run faster, but if he wants to run long distances, he must take bigger steps, land on the heels first, and then push off the ground with the toes at the last moment.

This technique works better when used by melee professions.

But Kerrigan found that she had no weight and could only barely keep up with the opponent even if she ran at full speed, which meant that the opponent's level was much higher than hers.

As a shameless undead, he discovered that there was no reason for him to let the mysterious NPC leave.

Persistence does work. The other party was probably fed up with Kerrigan's nagging and was finally willing to explain his origins.

"I am from the Kingdom of Black Marsh."

"Black Swamp Kingdom?"

That's not a good place. Many undead people have been locked up. A small number of them are still trying to escape, but most of the undead people have chosen to delete their accounts and start over.

This is the most interesting part. Other games are afraid that players will not play, so even if they are given a seemingly hopeless start, there are actually many guides.

But in "The Ring of Doom", if the undead get into some kind of predicament, then it's really "broken", and there's no other way except to delete the account and start over.

"What are you here for?"

"Looking for someone."

The man in the black cloak paused, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he chose to keep his mouth shut.

"Looking for someone?"

"My lover Dana came to the Land Kingdom, but she didn't send any news back, so I came here. If you can help me find Dana, I can pay you some rewards."

Task!

Kerrigan found that when he chatted with the other party, the other party was always uninterested, but as long as he mentioned "Dana", the other party was willing to chat more.

A big, infatuated man, he was already trying hard to imagine what kind of face was under the cloak.

"Dana is your wife?" Kerrigan asked.

He needs more information.

"No, she's just my lover."

"Don't you have a portrait or anything?" "No, we can recognize each other as long as we are within a certain range."

But I can't recognize it! Kerrigan wanted to curse, but considering that the other party's strength far exceeded his own, he chose to be polite.

"So what is your Dana doing in Land Kingdom?"

"It's a secret, but I can tell you that she is also looking for someone, following orders, just like me."

"Wait, I don't understand. You follow orders to find someone, but that person isn't your lover?"

"Yes, lover."

They did not avoid towns along the way, but as they went north, especially along the frozen mountains, they encountered almost no people.

When they passed by a place, they accidentally came across traces of a camp. There must have been a large army stationed here, with at least 200 people, but Kerrigan searched the Internet and found no information.

This world operates on its own without the participation of the undead.

On the way, they encountered several wandering disasters, which meant that this place was completely out of Lind's sphere of influence, which meant that it was time to go their separate ways.

The mysterious NPC's mission must not be let go easily!
With this thought in mind, Kerrigan could only try her best to delay the opponent.

"Kerrigan, we did it!"

There was news from the Chaos Undead who I hadn't contacted for a while.

Succeeded?
And there were photos sent.

Kerrigan was shocked: "Fuck, what have you become?"

It was a flat, disgusting face with a wide, toothy mouth.

His body is like a hunched-over human standing like a bat, with flesh membranes connecting his elbows and ribs, but no one believes that this biological structure can allow him to fly or glide. The flesh membrane is like an animal inflating its body, only making its thin body look more sturdy.

Moreover, its body is covered with warts, which is very disgusting.

The Blood Wart Demon was a little proud: "A member of the blood clan will enter a frenzy state after smelling blood, and can quickly heal itself. The only drawback is that it is afraid of sunlight and will be burned to death. We have tried it several times. It is really uncomfortable to be burned to death by the sun."

Kerrigan couldn't understand: "Why didn't you change your job to Scarlet Noble, or Scarlet Lady?"

"I'm probably promoted step by step. I'm not sure. Anyway, there is definitely a possibility of promotion in the future. But the feeling of not being a human is really great. It's the same level as before, and I still keep my previous professional skills, but the attributes have been greatly improved."

If we put aside the appearance, becoming a blood wart demon doesn't seem unacceptable.

"I've accepted a hidden mission here. I'll come find you guys when I'm done."

"Okay, come quickly!"

After disconnecting, Kerrigan looked at the Black Cloak, but he did not expect the Black Cloak to take the initiative to say, "We should separate here. If you can find any news about Dana, you can go to the town to ask for news about me. As long as you go to the tavern and ask the noble vampires, you will definitely leave footprints wherever I go."

"Noble blood?"

Kerrigan's heart moved, and she quickly asked, "So you are a vampire?"

"Have you heard of vampires?" The man in black cloak was a little surprised.

"Well, my friend is a vampire, but are you really?" Kerrigan questioned.

"I'm not. I'm the lover of the vampires."

What exactly are lovers?

Kerrigan had a headache and suddenly remembered that his friend was already a vampire, so he immediately sent a message to his friend.

Unexpectedly, the other party replied quickly: "Lover, that is, a subordinate or blood servant, the most intimate relationship. I can be sure that the person you are talking about is one of our blood clan. My boss said to invite him over."

Kerrigan was surprised. He looked at the black cloak and said, "Brother, do you want to come with me to meet the vampires in this country? Maybe they have some news about your lover."

"The vampires of this country? Great!"

(End of this chapter)