When Sig came out in his armor, Flying Squirrel also disguised himself, wearing a mask that completely covered his face. Under the 襯托 of that demonic mask, he looked somewhat comical.
The Mask of Envy, full name The Mask of the Envious, could be obtained by logging in for over two hours between 7 PM and 10 PM on Christmas night. It had no special abilities, and it was even impossible to install data to change its appearance.
Many players who had been looking forward to the reward were utterly devastated. Was waiting two hours just to get something like this worth it? The operating company was heavily criticized, and even guild members without the mask were targeted.
Christmas, night, playing games, single dog, obtained the Mask of Envy.
Christmas, night, girlfriend (wife), normie, no mask.
For example, Touch Me didn't have the mask because he was celebrating the holiday with his wife and children. Many guild members had this mask, and Sig also obtained one, but he had never worn it.
No other reason, it was too ugly, and strangely ugly at that. It was hard to describe its expression, and the decorations were gaudy.
This was truly blatant malice towards single dogs!
In contrast, Sig's attire looked much more righteous. The edge of his pull-down helmet was a light streamline, with a pair of wing-shaped decorations at the end. Silver-blue armor covered his entire body, and although he didn't have a cloak, he had a very handsome double-layered coattail.
Looking down at his own crude iron gauntlets, Flying Squirrel fell into deep self-pity. No wonder everyone said warriors were a man's romance.
So envious~
"Pfft!"
Huh, did someone just laugh out loud? Sig-san, is that really okay?
A pair of gauntlets appeared in Sig's hand at some point. Calling them armguards would be more accurate, as they were made of a special material, giving them both elasticity and hardness.
"I don't have a collection of masks. This should be able to replace the iron gauntlets. Its defensive attributes are average, but it can increase a bit of magic power. Better than nothing, I guess."
Flying Squirrel gratefully accepted them, tears of gratitude in his eyes. It was a great help; the attributes weren't important, at least the appearance was presentable. Then he spoke the name of the magic.
"Gate"
This instantaneous teleportation magic, ignoring distance, was very practical in the game Yggdrasil.
If enemies attacked, Sig would quickly carry Flying Squirrel and run away. Considering that enemies might have time magic resistance, his actions would be faster with his full resistance.
Although such a thing wouldn't happen, during the discussion phase, Sig practiced with Flying Squirrel once, though holding back laughter was a bit painful.
As the magic's duration ended, the portal behind them slowly closed, and the two stood high above, looking down at everything below.
Flying Squirrel exclaimed, "This is that village. It really feels very peaceful. What's its name?"
Sig replied, "I think it's called Karn Village."
Noticing what sounded like a commotion in the distance, Flying Squirrel asked in confusion, "Is it a festival? It sounds very lively."
Although this wasn't the time to laugh, Flying Squirrel was sometimes too naturally slow-witted. Sig chuckled lightly and said ambiguously, "Probably."
Suddenly, an almost imperceptible cry entered his ears.
Those who didn't understand might think it was a bird's call, but that rapidly approaching shadow was clearly not a bird.
A creature with bat wings landed on Sig's shoulder. It had a damp aura about it, as if it had been specially washed to avoid dirtying the armor. It opened its mouth and let out a few sharp cries.
This was the Dragon Kin Sig had mentioned. It looked very much like a winged lizard, but it was indeed a dragon.
Low-level dragons were more like beasts and couldn't speak human language. Spending a small amount of magic could only summon this type, which could also exist for a long time.
"The village seems to have been attacked, but not by monsters. It's knights in armor," Sig said, frowning.
Flying Squirrel's mood instantly plummeted, and his previously good feeling of confidence vanished. His heart was in a dilemma.
To save or not to save?
From Nazarick's interests, incurring enmity with the country to which the knights belonged for the sake of one village was clearly not cost-effective, especially since they currently knew nothing about the New World.
What if there was some hidden reason? He couldn't put Nazarick in danger because of this.
Sig's ears twitched, and his nose also caught the scent of blood. "I seem to hear screams. This should be a massacre. How could such a thing happen?"
Flying Squirrel seemed to have been enlightened; he didn't voice the words "let them die."
If Touch Me had also let him die back then, he wouldn't be here now, would he?
Sig was once a police officer. Even if he described it in calm language, the expression under his armor must have been one of anger.
Even if his heart had become a monster, he couldn't forget his original intention.
"Let's go save them, Sig-san!"
Oh, you decided so quickly?
As he still retained a part of his humanity, Sig was not averse to helping humans. From the plot's perspective, this village would indeed be useful in the future.
As for why they encountered it so coincidentally, it must be fate. There was absolutely no deliberate involvement.
Sig pressed his chin and thought for a moment, then gave a helpless, wry smile. "I can't do anything with you. Let's notify everyone in Nazarick first."
Flying Squirrel nodded and immediately sent a message, "Sebas, I'm currently in a place called Karn Village. It's being massacred by knights."
Sebas skillfully manipulated the remote periscope, and the current scene of Karn Village appeared on the screen.
After a long silence, Sebas's voice, barely suppressing his anger, came through, "Yes, your subordinate sees it."
"I'm going to save this village. Nazarick might also be invaded by knights. Raise the alert to the highest level, and notify Demiurge and Albedo."
"Does Flying Squirrel-sama / Sig-sama require escorts?"
Two messages were sent to the two individuals separately.
"No need. I am the front-line warrior. For now, please manage Nazarick well for Flying Squirrel, Sebas," Sig instructed.
"Understood!"
Sebas thoughtfully closed the message, a red light flashing in his eyes. He couldn't disappoint his two masters.
"Dragon's Lightning"
A dazzling white light emanated from a knight's body, instantly turning him into foul-smelling charcoal.
Flying Squirrel strongly suspected that these knights' weakness was merely due to their poor defense. Perhaps there were stronger beings hiding in the shadows, not yet appearing.
Sig listened helplessly, saying jokingly, "If you don't go look, your lost Death Knight might wipe out the knight order. Leaving no survivors won't do."
"Probably not, but why would a tank abandon the people he needs to protect to chase? Although it was my command…"
Death Knight was Flying Squirrel's favorite tank to use. A back-row damage dealer without a front-row was like being naked without clothes.
"Alright, let's finish this quickly. Since you're so relaxed, I won't make a move."
"Hmm, conserving strength is also very important."
Sig glanced helplessly at the corpses on the ground. He hadn't expected that he would be the one to suffer in the end. The impact of living people dying in front of him was truly not small.
Sigh, another day of full-on acting.