The online game Water Magician

The hot and dry desert stretches as far as the eye can see. It's okay if there is no wind, but the scorching sun is the only torment. Once the wind blows, yellow sand flies into the sky, making it difficult to open one's eyes. The constant beating of sand can grind the skin on the face and crack the flesh.

Recalling the past, my whole body was covered with sand, and my beautiful and fair face now looked like it was covered with freckles. If I shook my hair and eyebrows, I could feel pounds of sand falling off.

The storm struck again, and the yellow sand rolled up seemed to reach the sky.

Recalling the past, he skillfully lay down on the hot sand and used light magic to protect and heal himself.

She didn't know the destination of her trip, so she could only follow the bishop and walk forward step by step with difficulty. She didn't know the direction or the end point. After staying in a small town on the edge of the Feilong Desert for several days, God's left hand still hadn't arrived.

, that guy just sent a secret message saying that something happened suddenly, and asked Yi Xiang and the bishop to wait for him.

The Holy Religion responded to Pallas's message, but the message it sent back was that it hoped that Pallas would conduct another investigation before making a conclusion. Obviously, it did not believe that humans and orcs cooperated and had an army in the Feilai Mountains, and Pallas

No convincing evidence can be provided.

How stupid! I remember the past when I was well-educated, but at that time I wanted to get angry and curse at others.

Pallas also touched his white beard and said that the long-term peace has made the old guys in the church lose their sense of smell and reaction. The church is in urgent need of new blood, and we can accept even people from other worlds. When he said this, Pallas looked at

Reminiscing about the past.

Faced with the church's inaction, Pallas did not want to go back home. He decided to go to the Feilong Mountains alone to investigate and bring the evidence back to the church.

So Yi Xiang and Pallas, who had been waiting in the town for a long time, decided not to wait for God's left hand anymore, and they headed to the Feilong Mountains.

"You shouldn't have come here." Pallas said kindly.

Recalling the past, she shook her head tiredly. Her mouth felt dry and she could only take a sip of the water she brought with her. The player would not die of thirst, but the pain would still exist.

She didn't have to follow. After all, Pallas was the most powerful NPC she had ever seen in the "Second World". He should be able to solve all dangerous situations, but she always had an ominous premonition. She felt that this mission was just a foreshadowing.

, Pallas’s exploration will be the trigger for a certain scenario mission.

Have you ever heard of plot killing? I recall my sincere worries in the past. No matter how powerful you are, if the system asks you to die, you must die. Even cheating is useless. It doesn't matter if she dies. The big deal is that she will be reborn, but Pallas died as an NPPC.

It's really dead, just like people die in the real world.

An old man and a young man supported each other and walked in the desert for a week. Thirst had already numbed the memory of the past, and the various attributes on the attribute panel dropped to the lowest point.

The magic value is a problem even when casting magic. If she encounters an enemy, she may be a drag on Pallas.

"It's almost here." Pallas said, "Let's take a rest. You aliens need to meditate to restore your strength."

Is it finally here? She thought that the mountains not far away were an illusion. Before that, she could even see towers in the desert. The illusion made her unable to distinguish between reality and fiction.

Her secret message rang again, and God's left hand asked why she didn't wait for him anymore. He would finish his work in a few days and rush over.

Yi Xiang was too lazy to scold him and only sent the coordinates. No matter whether this cowardly guy would come or not, Yi Xiang had never counted on him. Now she just wanted Brother Bingsheng to be by her side, so she

You won't worry.

"What do you seem to be worried about?" Pallas said as he took a sip of water.

Recalling her past surprises, she thought her expression shouldn't be so obvious.

"No." Yi Xiancheng smiled guiltily.

Recalling the past, he took a bite of hard food, raised his head and asked, "Mr. Bishop, do you believe in the kind of fate that cannot be changed?"

Pallas smiled kindly and said: "I only believe in my faith and believe that he will give me the best outcome."

Looking down at the past, I thought to myself that you are just a bunch of programs, just following the settings.

But I don't want you to go to that possibly destined ending.

Perhaps most players will think that NPCs only exist to serve players, but looking back on the past, we find that many NPCs have their own lives, their own feelings, their own personalities, and their own ideas.

They are like robots with feelings in reality. They have to follow the program set by their master, but they also have their own ideas. They may change the way to achieve their goals, but they will eventually reach the end point set by their master and serve mankind.

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Dusk is the most suitable time to travel in the desert, as it is not so hot and not as cold at night.

Almost most of the journey of more than a week was progressed at this time.

Now that the mountains are in front of them, they finally cross the desert and arrive at Feilong Valley.

The cold wind blew from nowhere, and she couldn't help but shiver when she recalled the past. She looked up at Pallas, who also had a serious look on his face.

"Follow me," Pallas said.

"Yeah." Needless to say, I promise to remember the past and never leave him.

According to books, the Feilong Mountain Range was an ancient battlefield in the past. Thousands of corpses were buried here and were swallowed up by the wind and sand. However, the souls could not rest in peace and became ghosts guarding the place, devouring the blood and flesh of the people who came and went.

Sure enough, after not taking a few steps deep, I heard the screams of evil spirits from time to time, which were shrill and harsh, making people's hearts tremble.

From time to time, a black figure wearing tattered gray clothes will appear in front of him. The upper body is a humanoid with splayed teeth, a hollow face, and empty eye sockets. The lower body is nothing, floating in the air like clouds and smoke.

They screamed and wanted to attack, but the sunlight prevented them from forming.

It seems that I heard the sound of killing, the sound of weapons clashing, the screams before death, many people crying, and then the scalp-numbing screams of ghosts.

Recalling the past, she clenched her staff tightly and tried to cover her ears, but she could not block any sounds. They seemed to be born in her mind, roaring to express her resentment.

"Child, come here."

The friendly voice came, and the whistling of all the ghosts was dispersed by this weak but familiar voice. Recalling the past finally escaped, and she looked up to find Pallas looking at her distressedly.

He knew that this girl was strong-willed, but she was still just a child who had just grown up. So he opened his white holy robe and shrouded it in the past. He chanted a spell and the runes on the robe gave off a faint white light.

In an instant, the world became quiet, and the ghost no longer haunted her.

"Son, you really shouldn't have come," he said.

But before recalling the past to refute, he added: "But now that you are here, you must regard all this as an experience for growth. It is up to you to decide whether the future of this world will be chaos or order."

Pallas's words were filled with hope and sadness.

Looking back on the past, I actually don’t understand, but I can only nod seriously.

The front was inexplicably covered in black fog, blocking the sunlight.

"Kid, close your eyes."

Pallas resolutely walked in with memories of the past. The ghosts were no longer restricted by the sun and took shape one after another. The flesh and blood in front of them was a delicacy they had not enjoyed for a long time.

They screamed and rushed forward impatiently, intending to tear the person in front of them into pieces.

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