Phield's eyes lit up. He instinctively glanced at the map, but the moment he did, his initial delight vanished. His brows immediately furrowed.
He looked back and forth between the minimap and the two people before him, then rubbed his eyes in confusion.
"Why is it a red exclamation mark? That means they're hostile to me… strange. When did I ever offend them?"
After the two of them cleanly wiped out large numbers of corrupted corpses, the corpse tide attacking the Nightfall Domain completely collapsed.
Mountains of bodies piled together, and streams of filthy blood gathered between them. The dark purple gore flowed like a small creek.
"Hello, we're adventurers. We mean no harm."
The handsome young man planted his greatsword into the pile of corpses. His resolute face broke into a bright, sunny smile.
"When we saw corrupted corpses attacking you, we couldn't help stepping in. Humans should help each other."
"Thank you very much."
