From various perspectives, Huo Yan Yang and Cordova's rescue of the Old Orc was an accidental event; they had originally only intended to come here to find a young shaman named Ta Ji for a test, and completely did not expect anyone to attack this place.
And An Yi Gong Jue (Duke Darkwing), a player with considerable status among the grassroots Evil Cultists in Whisper City, spontaneously deciding to come and cause trouble was also an accident. Then, the two accidents happily collided.
What happened next was very clear: Huo Yan Yang's "Enthusiastic Flying Kick" forcibly interrupted the Old Orc's attempt to cast a spell that would result in mutual destruction, while Cordova playfully killed two Evil Cultists, and then, with extremely cruel methods, "twisted" An Yi Gong Jue (Duke Darkwing), who was trying to curry favor, into a mosaic. For specific details, you can imagine the feeling of wringing water out of a towel after washing it; it shouldn't be too far off…
In short, the scene was extremely bloody.
Anyway, the Orc Old Orc probably hadn't seen such a scene before; he opened his mouth, let out a gasp, and then fainted.
"Are you making juice?" Huo Yan Yang looked at the rag-like corpse in the pool of blood with a pale face, gagged twice, then gritted his teeth fiercely at Cordova, "Couldn't you have killed him in a healthier way?"
Cordova shook his arm, walked over to pull out the punisher staff M2K that was stuck in another pool of blood not far away. "That guy was too awful. He needed to learn a lesson, otherwise, he'd be a scumbag again in a few minutes."
"I understand the reasoning," Huo Yan Yang covered his mouth and nose, turning his head away, complaining with extreme distaste, "But can't you avoid making the scene so bloody? Even I, who consider my psychological fortitude to be pretty good, can't quite stand it."
Cordova walked back with a chuckle, activating the barely-there healing Rune in his palm to restore the Old Orc's stamina, while looking at Huo Yan Yang seriously, "'That guy's' pain here will be greatly reduced, so you have to do something harsh to make him remember. You should know this, right?"
"I said it! I understand the reasoning!" Huo Yan Yang twitched the corner of his mouth. He naturally knew that players' pain in Innocent World would be reduced by more than half, and then reduced by more than half again on top of that, so even if they were injured or died in the game, it wouldn't be too unbearable, and it would be difficult to cause any psychological trauma…
Of course, the premise is not to die too horribly or die too, too, too, too frequently.
"If you understand, then stop talking about disgusting things," Cordova snorted, looking back at the 'remains' of An Yi Gong Jue (Duke Darkwing) and the others, "It's just a bunch of colorful blocks, what's so disgusting?"
Huo Yan Yang was stunned for a moment, then involuntarily gave Cordova a thumbs-up, whispering, "Okay, you're good! Those bones and guts flying everywhere are just a bunch of colorful blocks in your eyes, I'm impressed! Brother, you're probably chaotic evil, aren't you!"
"No, I'm neutral good," Cordova frowned, scratching his head, "They're just a bunch of color blocks, where are there any bones or guts or anything...?"
Huo Yan Yang's eyes widened. "Are you blind? You twisted that guy into that state yourself, are you pretending not to see it!"
Cordova reacted for a moment, then lightly patted his head. "Oh, right! I know why!"
"Why?" Huo Yan Yang looked at him with extreme confusion.
"Actually, when I first started playing the game..."
Cordova smacked his lips, saying very seriously, very deeply, and with a sense of reminiscing about the past, "I turned on 'Minor Sensory Protection.'"
Huo Yan Yang was shocked on the spot: "What the hell did you say?!"
"Minor Sensory Protection," Cordova grinned proudly, looking at Huo Yan Yang mischievously, "You didn't know, did you?"
Huo Yan Yang's face was full of black lines: "Of course I know, but why would an adult like you turn that thing on?!"
"Why can't I turn it on? It reduces the pain percentage, optimizes visual perception, and even has game time reminders. Why wouldn't I use it?" Cordova said very naturally, very proudly, and very matter-of-factly, "Just because minors can't watch restricted films doesn't mean adults can't watch children's films."
Huo Yan Yang wilted on the spot: "You... you're amazing..."
And at this moment, the Old Orc had also slowly woken up. He stared blankly at the two for a while before vaguely asking, "Where are those Evil Cultists?"
"Everywhere~" Cordova's first words startled the Old Orc. He paused for a moment before slowly saying, "They have turned to dust..."
"Can you stop using decades-old memes!" Huo Yan Yang interrupted the adult next to him, who was almost two meters tall (outside the game) and over twenty years old, yet shamelessly had 'Minor Sensory Protection' enabled. He turned to the Old Orc and shook his head, "Those guys are all dead. I'm War Priest Huo Yan Yang, who just arrived in Sumir a while ago. This is just my friend, Cordova, a giant baby from Tian Zhu Mountain, who happened to pass by here."
"My name is Clancy, Clancy Raystone, Wind Whisper Shaman." Clancy nodded gratefully to the two, struggling to stand up with the support of a totem pole, and bowed slightly to Huo Yan Yang, "I hope you and your friend can temporarily guard this place for me, young priest. Those sinister Evil Cultists have never appeared in this area before. I must report to the two Earth Prophets as soon as possible."
Huo Yan Yang nodded, striking the war drum at his waist twice. "Leave this place to us."
"Thank you, excellent child." Clancy's spirits were immediately lifted by the two drum beats. Then he turned to Cordova, "And you, powerful friend from Tian Zhu Mountain, your strength has left this old man in awe."
Huo Yan Yang curled his lips, but he had to admit that Cordova was indeed very strong, and he had a huge advantage when facing those Evil Cultists!
"You're too kind," Cordova waved his hand, smiling humbly at Clancy, "Go back early. Your two disciples are still waiting up there. That red-haired one is almost crying like an idiot."
Clancy blinked: "What did you say?"
"Cough, cough, I mean he's very sad."
"Oh, oh."
Five minutes later.
Cordova and Huo Yan Yang, after seeing the Old Orc off, each pulled out a small folding stool and sat down. Huo Yan Yang had made these himself after arriving in Sumir. He had made dozens of them in one go, then secretly sold them to the guardians in various parts of the Holy Mountain to profit, and was almost smashed to death by Mundo with a totem pole after the matter was exposed…
"That Ta Ji isn't it either," Cordova played with a transparent crystal, sighing leisurely, "I feel like hope is getting slimmer and slimmer."
Huo Yan Yang shrugged. "In the past three days, I've basically taken you to meet all the big figures and small geniuses in Sumir. That Ta Ji just now was born with the ability to communicate with the Fire Spirit and had already made a name for himself years ago. He doesn't meet your standards either?"
"It's not my standard," Cordova shook the Revelation Crystal in his hand, pouting, "It's its standard. If this thing lights up, it meets the standard; if it doesn't light up, it doesn't. What I say doesn't count."
Huo Yan Yang rolled his eyes. "Then there's no one left for you to see. Let's go somewhere else."
"That's what I was planning too," Cordova nodded, then chuckled, "But if you want me to stay a few more days to help, that's fine too. Anyway, this quest has no time limit."
"You've seen it these past two days, Sumir's situation has 'stabilized'," Huo Yan Yang scratched his angry red short hair, shaking his head, "Those Evil Cultists can't handle most of the areas around the main peak, and we don't have enough combat power to take down their Whisper City, so who knows how long this stalemate will last. You staying won't help much…"
Cordova smacked his lips. "Isn't this place a Holy Mountain? Isn't it a Holy Land? How come you don't even have the combat power to deal with an Evil Cultists' lair?"
"Holy Land! You also said this is a Holy Land, not a combat base!" Huo Yan Yang gave Cordova the middle finger, spreading his hands, "Pilgrims and permanent combat power are two different concepts. Although there are indeed many powerful guardians who stay here year-round, those Evil Cultists are not made of paper. You're not unaware of how sinister their power is... Damn it, you really seem to be unaware."
Cordova blinked innocently; he really didn't know.
Indeed, although this fellow had fought head-on with quite a few Evil Cultists in the past few days, he still had no understanding of those guys' powers. The reason was simple...
The Whisper Cultists' 'divine arts' didn't work on him!
They didn't work at all!
Those Evil Cultists who yelled 'you can't hit me' were beaten by Cordova with the punisher staff M2K, scrambling with their heads in their hands. Those Evil Cultists who clamored 'your armor is worthless' couldn't even break the defense of the Rune Body. Those Evil Cultists who self-hypnotized themselves with 'your attack is insignificant'... Their grave grass was already several feet high.
One must know that even powerful Prophets would be affected by those evil arts. Although they were not afraid of those inexplicable interferences, 'level suppression' and 'immunity' were two different things.
Cordova belonged to the immune category.
Any Evil Cultists who targeted him, or were targeted by him, were utterly defenseless. No matter how much they screamed, they couldn't prevent their brains from being knocked out.
You have to know this guy had 'Minor Sensory Protection' on, and the scene was incredibly bloody...
But Cordova, as the person involved, was also very confused, and finally had to attribute the reason to Tian Zhu Mountain and Lu Wei, stating that 'maybe the art style on our side is more alternative, so it's not affected.'
"Forget it, comparing oneself to others only makes one angry." Huo Yan Yang tapped the war drum at his waist, smiling proudly, "As long as I don't compare myself to a monster like you, I think I'm still quite powerful, well, in the player domain."
Cordova subconsciously recalled his recent encounter in the Southwest Continent, and couldn't help but shiver, merely giving a dry laugh, "As long as you're happy, yes, as long as you're happy."
"Let's not talk about this anymore," Huo Yan Yang stretched languidly, then pulled out another small stool and propped his legs on it, turning to Cordova and asking, "Where are you planning to go next? Do you need your brother to give you some advice?"
The latter looked up at the sky to the south: "I plan to wander around the Holy Sanctuary."
"Holy Sanctuary?" Huo Yan Yang scratched his abs, curious, "Is that the base of the Holy Church United?"
Cordova nodded lightly: "That's right, I plan to visit the Light Capital over there. Think about it, I'm looking for apocalypse light and apocalypse shadow, right? Let's not talk about apocalypse shadow for now, don't you think looking for light in the Light Capital is a good idea? I heard there are also God-blessed ones, Holy Sons, and Holy Daughters over there. What if I just happen to run into one?"
"I don't have a good impression of those people in the Holy Sanctuary. Whisper City, where those Evil Cultists are, is sandwiched between Sumir and the northern part of the Holy Sanctuary. Those Theocrats still haven't sent anyone to support us, and we've sent four or five messengers." Huo Yan Yang pursed his lips, complained a few times, then suddenly laughed, "However, I do know a Holy Daughter. She's said to be a God-blessed one of the Dawn Goddess, and she might very well meet your 'apocalypse light' requirement."
Cordova glanced at him: "Bragging. How could a mere priest like you know such a big shot?"
"I really do know her. We even ate at the same table," Huo Yan Yang chuckled, crossing his arms, "Believe it or not."
Cordova frowned: "Ate at the same table? Wait a minute... Could it be...?"
"Yes, she's a player. We met at a gathering before. You can ask Yi Dong and Mo Tan; they were both there that day." Huo Yan Yang grinned, showing a mouthful of neat white teeth, and said with a chuckle, "That girl's name is Yu Cheng. She's very pretty. She became a God-blessed one of the Dawn Goddess as soon as she entered the game. She's practically a life winner. She's just a bit introverted. Hmm, her figure is amazing."
Cordova nodded seriously: "I think there's a chance. Mo Tan is also a player, and he's one of the apocalypse light. Perhaps that Yu Cheng is the same. She should be in the Light Capital now, right? I'll set off as soon as possible."
"No, she's not," Huo Yan Yang shook his head, pulled out a bag of strong liquor (players under eighteen cannot drink it) from his satchel, took a gulp, and wiped his mouth, "I heard she's recently in the southernmost part of the Northeast Continent, helping to resolve a rather large Plague. It seems there's another Holy Daughter with her."
Cordova abruptly stood up: "Why didn't you say so earlier! Tell me the exact location, and tell me Yu Cheng's game nickname. I'll set off as soon as possible."
Two Holy Daughters! And they're Holy Daughters of the Dawn Sect!
Although he said he wasn't in a hurry, Cordova was actually very serious about his Legend-level quest. The other party was a high-ranking member of the Dawn Sect and an acquaintance of his friend, so he naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.
"Don't worry, we'll go find my mentor first in a bit to get you some mounts and rations."
"I have a phobia of things I can ride…"
"Huh?"
"Sigh, let me tell you a story about a 'Gia Fei Cat'…"
Chapter 212: End