The Righteous Player(s)

"This mist..."

The child frowned slightly and hesitated.

He still knows.

Outside of the "civilizational circle" of this world, everything has been submerged by the gray mist that has turned into a curse. These places are called "forbidden zones."

The gray mist in the restricted area is a violent curse that can be seen with the naked eye of ordinary people.

The curse has the characteristic of flowing from a place of high concentration to a place of low concentration.

Because the souls of ordinary people don't store curses, they can barely live in the gray mist for a while.

But for the transcendent, this is the poison with no solution. All transcendents who reach the "Bronze Step" and "corrupt" their soul with a curse, their soul has the ability to contain the curse.

So as long as the transcendent enters the restricted area, he will be forced to inhale a large amount of fierce curses that cannot be digested normally. To use an analogy, it is like throwing humans into the deep sea, and under water pressure, sea water pours into all the orifices.

If this door really leads to the restricted area, then they will go in for nothing...

Even if they can run the corpse to resurrect at that time, if it is a random portal, they probably don't even have a way to come back.

At that time, the "wandering children" really started to wander.

"You have to find a way to test it." The child murmured.

"...But I remember, it should be gray mist in the restricted area, right?"

Si darken on the side frowned slightly: "This is white mist..."

If you ignore the dim environment in which you can't see anything in the fog door, it's like a fairyland-the white fog is like dry ice at room temperature, filling the entire world in front of you, and even the part of the earth that should be the original can only be seen like clouds. White mist.

"It's not necessarily, Kezi."

Citalopram gently shook his head and made a hoarse voice: "Who knows how gray the fog is, what if the gray scale of the fog is inconsistent under different conditions?"

"...Well, what you said makes sense."

"-However, I really don't think it will be dangerous."

Citalopram said, walking over with interest: "The reason is very simple. The address and password here are given to Annan by Salvatore, and he cannot harm Annan.

"And that Jude, he should be from the Black Tower of Zedi. He plans to come here, definitely not to catch us, most of it is to go inside the ruins.

"If it's really gray mist outside, wouldn't it be okay to have an Imperius sorcerer and grab some people to get in and bring things back?"

Citalopram's analysis is very convincing.

She is more like the captain than the child mascot.

And the child did not shy away from it.

"...It seems that we will rely on you in the future.

"If there is any use for me, you can just mention it. If I can do it, I will do it."

His implication... is to go in for nothing, and spend his life exploring the grass.

Anyway, he has become accustomed to this operation.

After realizing that citalopram was better than himself in observation and analysis, the homeless children made a decisive transfer of power. Even the power to direct himself was handed over to citalopram.

Compared with Jiuer and the others, the biggest problem with his team is...Of these four people, there is only one veteran.

That is the child.

Among these four people, he is the only one player.

Whether it is based on the status in reality, the generation in the game, or the level of personal level, combat effectiveness, understanding of the world, or even his true age...the captain of the team is undoubtedly a child.

On the way of the child, the child is absolutely dedicated.

He has been online the longest and has the most things back on the road. In addition to the necessary sleep time, his other time and energy are used to take care of the bodies of the other three who stayed in this world when they were offline.

This is not just playing games for a day... Not only does he have to be alert and pay attention to the environment, but when the people are the most crowded and the chat is the happiest, he will go offline instead.

As before—

The same as when playing professionally before;

Just like doing experiments in groups in school before;

It's the same as when he linked with other anchors.

When children play Dota, they always play the fifth position, and when they play LOL, they play support.

He knew that his talent was limited, and his only advantage was his patience. Therefore, the tasks he is responsible for are the most boring, most sacrificed, but somebody has to do... and it is very important.

This is not because he "likes" to play support, but because he thinks it is the most "correct".

"My decision is, you are all waiting here. Let me go in and find the way."

Citalopram's slightly hoarse voice due to long-term smoking is very personal.

Although she is only a little older than Si An Ke among the four people and is still half a student at present, her tone is unexpectedly mature.

Without the slightest hesitation and hesitation, firm and unwilling, calm and convincing—

"I am more or less an undead...maybe I can have some topics in common with the undead inside. And it is the night, when my combat power and perception ability are strongest, let me go in and find the way is the most correct choice. I drove the live broadcast, You can use my perspective directly."

Citalopram stood in front of the foggy door and looked back at the other three people.

In other words, looking at the wandering children-their captain.

correct?

The child was startled.

"...You convinced me. The undead perspective may indeed trigger additional tasks..."

Then he was silent for a while, and said seriously: "But I still plan to go in with you.

"This is not my stubbornness-listen to me. The biggest difference between me and the three of you is that as a veteran player... I have the privilege of resurrection.

"You are newcomers, and you may not know... Live streaming is not a panacea. For example, certain areas in the nightmare will cut off the signal from the live broadcast room. That is generally the area with the strongest curse... And look at this white fog. I basically It is certain that the live broadcast signal will definitely be cut off.

"It’s like the situation on the old goose. Annan’s squad has a deep meaning... You are the only player among us who can become a ghost. Dove is the most powerful rookie. Four Secrets is the only one of us. Players who perceive enchantments and traps.

"Only me... my characteristic is that fighting power will increase in the jungle. So my positioning is to **** the three of you in and out. But if there is danger inside, I can also activate the resurrection privilege and resurrect indefinitely in a short time.

"The meaning of your existence and Si dark engraving lies more within the ruins; and Dove and I are responsible for the outside of the ruins. So we two can die, but you two can't-no problem, sister Dove?"

"I know."

Dove nodded calmly.

Seeing this scene, on the contrary, the pressure on the four secrets has increased.

Do you want to... protect me?

hateful!

What's going on, this kind of atmosphere that only me can't do...

He gritted his teeth and murmured: "You must be careful."

"We agreed...you remember."

The child thought for a while, and then commanded: "You can observe my level through the forum. If after entering the ruins, the live news is closed and the forum is not available for us, you will come in ten minutes later.

"If it is very dangerous inside, if you see me and citalopram each drop by one level or more, don't come in and go offline; we both find a place where we can sleep to force the offline, offline call to discuss in detail. If we haven’t died in ten minutes, you just come in. If citalopram is dead and I didn’t die, it must mean that we are separated, or if I think it’s not dangerous, we ran away. It means you can come in.

"Also-if I die within five minutes after entering and only die once, then I have the privilege of resurrection after dying once and I am asking you for help. You will come in immediately...remember?"

The child said calmly.

Even if it is like a nightmare, the forum cannot be logged in...you must send out a warning or a signal for help.

This is an absolutely impossible situation when Citalopram goes to death alone.

After getting the affirmation of the two, he held the citalopram's forearm-this was to avoid suspicion between men and women, so he did not grasp the citalopram's hand.

On the contrary, Citalopram grabbed his hand with an indifferent backhand and chuckled unclearly: "We are leaving."

…It always feels like a mockery.

The child mumbled in his heart, but did not say anything.

What happened afterwards, as expected, did not exceed his expectations—

The moment the child stepped into the fog door, his live stream was immediately cut off.

In the endless gray fog, prompts that he had never seen before suddenly appeared in front of the child, swiping down the screen line by line at extremely fast speed:

[No primary effects detected: Elegant Whispers]

[No primary effects detected: Anthem of Nature]

[High-level influence not detected: Gravity of the stars]

[High-level influence not detected: The Parable of the Moth]

[No awakened elements detected]

[Detection of Orser Legacy: Jungle Walker]

[Additional judgment is in progress...]

[Determination targets: alien creatures, summoned objects, humanoids, humans, males]

[Judgment Authority: Apprentice]

[Specimen storage library III-251-11 is limited to open, UU reading www.uukanshu.com allows the number of passes: 1]

[I am falling into a public nightmare...Identity has been substituted]

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