Chapter 280

I continued walking forward a few steps. At that moment, the map notification indicated that I had entered the "Curse". At the same time, the entire region of the Curse on the big map opened up, forming a long strip that wrapped around the gigantic Silver Moon Mountain Range like a ribbon. I began to understand that this Curse was derived from Chinese culture, meaning something akin to the Land of the Dead, with Frost Trolls serving as its primary guardians to prevent outsiders from taking another step forward. Perhaps this Curse area was equivalent to a checkpoint, one that only permitted the strong to cross. After all, these Frost Trolls with their terrifying attack and movement speeds were not something anyone could handle. Ordinary 5-player parties simply couldn't survive here. With an attack of 1650, let alone Mages, it was terrifying even for ordinary Warriors. Moreover, if the party didn't have an excellent Priest, there was no point in even talking about it—the health lost by the Warrior simply couldn't be recovered...