The cold wind poured in from the completely shattered car window, and the hot blood gradually cooled down. The coldness was like a rag covered with sharp needles, swiping hard against the body, scraping out large blood stains.
Boluogo sat on the chair, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, his head lowered forward. The monster's blood seeped into his clothes and began to solidify. He felt discomfort all over his body, not to mention the pain from the many wounds.
Palmer clutched his injured leg and grinned. Even though Aimu had treated him, the severe injury still caused Palmer to temporarily lose the ability to move. According to normal game calculations, Palmer's damage determination
It's considered a failure.
After finally getting rid of the Horrible Devourer, the tense atmosphere finally ushered in a moment of relaxation. Everyone took a breather and rested in this earned interval.
Boluogo could not relax. He was still tense without slacking off at all. The environment he was in reminded him of the past days. He remembered that it was the winter of the first year of the war, and Boluogo was just like this.
He and his comrades slept in a dilapidated carriage, sleeping together with piles of supplies.
Snow covered people's bodies in a thick layer, and frost covered the carriages. Every time Bologger closed his eyes, he doubted whether he could wake up, and every time he woke up, there were always a few...
The individual closed his eyes forever.
There was no funeral or tombstone. Opening the car door, Bologo witnessed with his own eyes the body being thrown into the wilderness and hidden in the snow and dust.
Borogoha let out a cold breath and gently wiped the surface of the sword blade to wipe away the solidified blood.
"Good news, with one more dice roll, we can reach the supply station."
Boluogo picked up the dice but still didn't roll it.
The Dawn on the board is on the edge of the wilderness, just a stone's throw away from the next area. They will be out of this damn wilderness soon.
As long as you reach the next area, some event cards that continue to take effect will be released, such as event cards and harassment. Different areas have their own cards.
"The bad news is, the difficulty of the game will increase," said Palmer, who knows the game well. "We're going deeper into the darkness."
Disaster Card: Brewing Darkness.
This effect runs throughout the game. The deeper the game progresses, the stronger the darkness becomes. When the game reaches the end, it will expand to its strongest form and usher in the final battle of the game.
Thinking of this, Boluogo looked at the end of the railway track and the eerie castle standing behind the mountains, where the final battlefield would be.
"We have no choice but to move on."
Canary has accepted the status quo from a long time ago. She deliberately joked, "If possible, I really want to see what the Happy Garden looks like."
Now they are in the game of Happy Park. As for the true appearance of Happy Park, it is still hidden behind layers of darkness.
Palmer said, "Is this a visit to the hometown of a mortal enemy?"
"No, I just want to know what is so attractive about Happy Garden that makes it worthy of so many people coming here."
Canary thought of those betrayers, and then her eyes fell on Bai Ou's head. It was difficult to tell whether Bai Ou was still alive. He could indeed speak with his mouth, and he could conjure a bunch of fancy things from his mouth, but compared to having the ability to
An individual with self-will, the current White Ou is more like a puppet, a tool for playing games.
Is this the pleasure witch's punishment for his failure? Or is it some kind of bad taste?
Canary thinks it should be the latter. The purpose of the Desire Witch is very simple. She just finds it interesting.
The moving field of vision also included Irwin. Canary couldn't figure out Irvin. Judging from the subsequent conversation with Boluogo and Irvin's own words, he also held a ticket to the Happy Park.
.
The incident became confusing.
"Everyone, are you ready?"
Boluogo's words interrupted Canary's thinking, and the hand holding the dice hovered over the chessboard.
The team is now in a bad state, Hart is still trapped in a nightmare, and Palmer is injured, not to mention that he has run out of ammunition in order to suppress the Dread Eater.
Once their luck gets worse and they draw some bad events, they might be wiped out in this round.
Borogo didn't know if he died in the game, whether he was ushering in a real death, or whether he was captured by the Desire Witch like Gold and Hart and became a toy in her hands.
No matter which outcome it was, Boluogo didn't like it.
After a round of eye-confirmation, everyone stood ready. Bologger rolled the dice in his hand, followed by Palmer, and finally Irwin.
Irwin stopped writing. After stabbing the monster, the pen in his hand was not broken, but the words he wrote were stained with blood.
Burlogo said, "It's just the form of the game. You don't have to write it endlessly."
"I'm just doing what I can," Irwin insisted on writing. "Someone has to record the story here."
"For what?"
"for……"
Irwin paused. Fortunately, he had thought about this problem a long time ago and came up with an answer that he thought was correct.
"To tell those who come after me what happened here."
"Perhaps there will be no successors," said Boluogo.
"What if?" Irwin emphasized repeatedly, "What if? What if? People always have some minimal expectations."
Boluogo's voice became stern, "You are just comforting yourself. This meaningless comfort cannot defeat reality."
"Alright alright."
When Irwin put down his pen, it was not because he obeyed Burlogo, but because he had finished writing this story.
"Has anyone told you? Bologna, you lack a bit of romance."
Aimu paid attention to Irwin. She felt that Irwin was right. Boluogo was efficient, rigorous, and professional. He was a meticulous and almost omnipotent adult. However, such a guy lacked some sense of romance.
As a result, Aimu repeatedly ran into obstacles.
Irwin burst into laughter, his laughter was somewhat inappropriate and even provocative.
Bologg was not angry, and his mood did not even fluctuate much. Just as Aimu remembered, Bologg was a rational guy. He would not be angry over such a trivial matter. He wanted to know what Irwin would say next.
What.
"Not everyone is as strong as you, Bolog."
Irwin took the dice and said, "Look at them."
Scanning the faces covered with blood and wounds, everyone's faces were full of exhaustion and hardship. Boluogo had seen such faces. In the first year of his participation in the war, his comrades also had the same faces.
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Bologg was once like them, but now Bologg only has perseverance, like a piece of iron that has been weathered by wind and rain.
Bologg's eyes fell on Palmer. Palmer didn't care about Bologg at all. He hugged his thighs and made various painful expressions. Aimu noticed Bologg's gaze, and she immediately put away her loose breasts.
His expression looked like he was ready to fight at any time.
This disguise couldn't fool Boluogo. He could see that Aimu was tired and nervous. His eyes were slightly blue, as if he hadn't slept for several days and nights. This was true for everyone.
"It just takes everyone's breath away... You should give them a smile."
Bologg's tense face relaxed, and he let out a long sigh. The sword he was leaning on was also lifted and placed across his knees. While Bologg was reliable, he also showed a stern side.
It makes people dare not look directly, and from this moment on, the atmosphere becomes truly relaxed.
Borogo asked, "Is this the author's talent?"
"Probably," Irwin thought for a while, and then said, "Sometimes I think of you as my characters, and then think about what such characters would do."
"Sounds a little weird."
"Just the experience of an older person? Even though I don't interact with people that much."
"Elders?"
Palmer noticed Irwin's choice of words and laughed to himself. Aimu would be in awe of Bologg, but Palmer didn't care about it at all. In his perception, Palmer was the same as Bologg.
A fatal partner.
"Any questions?"
Irwin can guess the thoughts of many people, which is necessary for the author to analyze the psychology of the characters, but there are two exceptions. One is Cinderella, she is too mysterious and does not give Irwin any clues to guess, and the other is Palmer
, he is not mysterious, but very neurotic.
The scene that Palmer was most looking forward to happened, "You may not believe it, but this guy is much older than you."
Irwin looked at Boluogo. Boluogo had said that he was an immortal, but now that his extraordinary power had been completely stripped away, Irwin had almost forgotten this setting.
Irwin frowned, "You..."
Bologger laughed.
Bologe can also tell jokes, but this often only happens in private. The harsh and repressive environment leaves Bologe with no time to think about these things. The deprivation of his extraordinary power also makes Bologe doubt whether he can
Protect others. He can't relax or laugh.
"If we can get out of here alive, if you live long enough..."
Boluogo took a deep breath and told a rare funny joke, "I will consider inviting you to attend my 100th birthday."
Irwin was stunned, and Palmer fell on his back with laughter.
