The information provided in the strategy guide indicates that the Chaos Faction heroes are equivalent to the Demon God Race.
However, this is only true in terms of identity; essentially, they are far removed from the Demon God Race.
Ordinary people do not possess the ability to judge the faction of heroes; is there a way to distinguish them?
Rosen searched the strategy guide but found no relevant explanation.
So, is Rosen currently the only one who can determine a hero’s faction?
His shapeshifting ability can only transform into the Order Faction, so clearly, heroes who cannot shapeshift belong to the Chaos Faction!
This undoubtedly provides him with a basis to preemptively determine whether soone is a villain.
In outdoor adventures, encountering other heroes and facing team-ups is inevitable.
With this discernnt, Rosen avoids the danger of being deceived and hard by the Chaos Faction.
After purchasing so necessary strategy guides for the outing, Rosen then felt fully prepared for his adventure.
After informing his parents in the main city, Rosen led five hundred Beastman Legion and five hundred Undead Legion to the Teleportation Gate, and stepped inside.
As the scene changed before his eyes, Rosen appeared in a remote wasteland outside the town.
Surrounded by a desolate graveyard, not far away lay a chilling road concealed under the shade of trees.
This place was extraordinarily bleak; at least as far as the eye could see, there was not a single Demon Race in sight.
Turning back, his army stepped out of the Teleportation Gate one after another, surrounding Rosen, wary of dangers hiding in the darkness.
It was already three in the morning, the darkest ti of the day.
Except for the frequently flickering street lamps on the road not far away that brought so light, illuminating the nearby wasteland, everything further away was shrouded in darkness.
Rosen could even hear intense fighting sounds and shouts coming from afar, along with human cries of misery.
Clearly, so lord must have led an army to battle with the Demon Race, and unfortunately encountered a powerful Demon Race troop, resulting in a counterattack.
Such incidents of lords dying in the wild are common, nothing surprising.
Rosen brought two hero followers, one was the Prophet, the other was the Beast Race Sword Saint.
The Sword Saint liked to babble on, occasionally saying a word to Rosen, expressing his determination.
With the Prophet translating beside him, Rosen did not encounter communication issues with the Beastman.
The Beastman Race has a certain fear of darkness; it is not their domain, so actions are far more cautious.
As for the Undead Legion Rosen brought along, they are born hunters in the dark.
Darkness makes them crazy, excites them!
Thus, the task to explore the conditions ahead was delegated to the Undead Race.
A group of fifty Skeleton Archers advanced forward side by side.
As a long-range profession within the Undead Race, their vision reached 500 ters, and they were immune to night, making them ideal for night exploration.
His Dragon Knight, though capable of flying in the air, could not see objects on the ground in the absence of illumination.
Moreover, enemies could potentially hide in dark grass, and the Dragon Knight risked lethal attacks if unable to detect targets.
After a while, the front-line Skeleton Archers suddenly fired arrows in unison towards a direction!
There seed to be a fast-moving Demon Race rapidly speeding through the grass ahead.
Rustling sounds were heard!
The archers’ tips quickly adjusted, aiming at the Demon Race’s real-ti position!
Rosen’s army was a bit restless, and he imdiately cald them down, instructing them to stand by.
The most feared issue was disarray in army formations.
Such fast-moving Demon Race could cause disruption within the army, causing them to scatter in the dark.
Thus Rosen would lose control over his army, unable to discern troop layouts and losing the ability to formulate strategies.
Fortunately, it was just one Demon Race; if it were a group of fast-moving ones, he might feel slightly nervous.
"Fast speed, huh? Can you be faster than ?"
"In all martial arts, speed is the ultimate!"
A thick crimson tail extended behind Rosen, and without a word, it stabbed forward!
Thump!
Blood and flesh splattered in the grass.
Rosen led his army toward that direction, and soon, he saw the Demon Race he had just killed with one strike.
It was a crawler!
Just like the zombie mutant seen in "Resident Evil."
More ferocious than ordinary zombies, with speed reaching F1 racing standards.
But even so, this speed was still far inferior to the speed of Rosen’s tail’s thrust.
"No wonder it’s the Demon Race outside Lord World; it actually dropped 100 Lord Coins!"
A trace of delight appeared on Rosen’s face.
In Lord World, killing a hundred monsters may not drop 100 Lord Coins, but outside, one Demon Race contributed this much.
Indeed, the Demon Race outside is more valuable.
Of course, their strength is much greater too.
Otherwise, even after being shot by over a hundred archers, it wouldn’t have survived.
Yet, even with such life and defense, Rosen’s attack remained unchallenged.
Currently, Rosen’s shapeshifting target is Patriarch Tang!
That renowned hero!
"Ah!... Ah!..."
Just then, continuous screams from n echoed from the forest at the end of the grass.
It seed there was more than one lord over there.
The crawler earlier had also rushed out from that forest, indicating there were many crawlers in the forest!
The crawler’s speed and ferocity are enough to target an army general amidst a million people.
Those lords, unfortunately encountering a swarm of crawlers, are nothing but food.
Even Rosen would face danger if surrounded by a large mob of crawlers in the dark.
The screams seed to get closer, likely indicating three lords heading this way.
Perhaps these lords heard Rosen’s fighting sounds and sought assistance.
"Go check it out."
Rosen imdiately ordered his army to slowly advance.
Saving people is irrelevant; after all, many lords die every day, and everyone is used to it.
Mainly, the crawler swarm, their large numbers could bring him a massive amount of Lord Coins!
"Beastman Wizard, prepare healing magic!"
"Beastman Soldier, Beastman Cavalry, Beastman Guard, Beastman Evil God, Undead monks, zombies, butchers, black devils... Stand at the forefront!"
"All ranged attacking archers and javelin throwers, guard the second layer!"
"Healers, fall back. Learn to save yourselves first before healing others!"
"Prophet, your wolf pack can infinitely reproduce, have the wolf pups block at the outermost line!"
"Sword Saint, fight a guerrilla war, according to your habits!"
"Yes, Lord!"
"At your command, Lord!"
"Roar!~"
"Howl!~"
Rosen’s allied army, whether Beastman, Magical Beast, Undead Race, or heroes, all excitedly let out cries.
As the army advanced mightily, they trampled their way forward!
From afar, the three lords running while crying witnessed this spectacle, their faces lit up with joy!
"Wonderful, there must be many lords over there; judging by the army formation, at least a thousand!"
"We’re saved, oh, thank goodness, we don’t have to die now!"
Among the three, two girls were already in tears, and the boy wasn’t faring much better, having been chased by a large mob of crawlers, he had already wet his pants.
As both sides closed in.
Rosen brushed past one of the girls and suddenly realized the other looked familiar.
As if seen sowhere before?
"That lord just now seed familiar? No way, no way, that’s Tang Xuanze, Patriarch Tang!"
The girl seed to recognize his identity, stopping to gaze at his figure.
The more she looked, the more familiar it seed, especially Tang Xuanze’s unique ability.
A perfect match.
She was actually a fan of Tang Xuanze.
Encountering Tang Xuanze here ensured stability; these crawlers were no longer a threat.
"Patriarch Tang, we’re classmates of Tang Xichen!"
The three then revealed their identities.
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