Endless Debt.

Chapter 602
After one battle after another, Bologo has gradually started to get used to this unfamiliar game. In addition to the identity card, there are a few more equipment cards, all of which Bologo won in the event.

Now his Swift wolf hunter has replaced a round of equipment, and even got a weapon enchanted by a potion master.

Burrog's role is currently the main output on the field. Hart has assumed the function of a tank. He and Burrog are at the front. Two potion masters rescue and strengthen them. Canary is on the edge of the battlefield. , to help the two make up the knife when necessary.

As for Irving... The identity of a bard is really useless. It can be said that Irving is just a tool for rolling dice and making up game mechanics, but Irving is very happy.

"I'm just an ordinary person, and it's the same in the game. This is the full sense of substitution."

Irving watched the chessboard intently. Everyone else thought it was boring, but Irving himself really had a good time playing.

Palmer muttered, "Speaking of which, you really like the profession of a poet. You not only call yourself a poet, but also write it into the book, and you even have to play him in games."

"You think too much about this."

While rolling the dice, Irwin did not forget to crush Palmer's fantasy, "I just think that in the story of "Night Hunter", there should be a narrator, who happened to think of the profession of bard, and added him to the story Here... the truth is not that complicated."

Palmer was at a loss for words for a moment, so he shouldn't have asked.

The atmosphere was a bit sultry, and everyone was engrossed in the game, substituting themselves into the roles, making decisions carefully, and nervously rolling the key dice.

The center of the chessboard is the battlefield when the battle occurs, and the periphery of the battlefield is the huge map of the game. They are distributed around the battlefield, and the rails run through it. When the Dawn arrives at the terminal from the starting station, it is like a huge The swimming snake completely entangles the world of the chessboard.

With Hart drawing an event card, the game came to a critical stage.

"Event Card Tide of Monsters."

Palmer narrated the story from the perspective of a narrator, "The night collapsed, and endless shadows emerged at the end of the field of vision. They staggered, like walking dead, with bloodthirsty desires, completely surrounded the Dawn.

You have no escape. "

Hart's face turned pale. Among the many event cards in "Journey to the Night", the tide of monsters is one of the worst cards. It is no longer an event card, but a disaster card and a group destruction card. .

When the player draws this card, they will be attacked by a large number of monsters. Before that, the characters of the player have been injured in the previous journey. Only a few lucky and skilled players can do this kind of attack. survived.Now, except for Hart, everyone else is a new player.

As expected of the deluxe version, there were unexpectedly many monster chess pieces. Palmer arranged a large piece densely. He deliberately mocked Hart and took out an extra-large chess piece from the wooden box.

It was also the chess piece of the head monster, but it was obvious that this monster's chess piece was extremely special no matter in terms of its size or the exquisiteness of the chess piece.

Palmer said, "The Tide of Monsters can still try its luck. If you draw this, you will die."

Hart ignored him, concentrating on the game at hand, rolled the dice, and it rolled out a bad value.

Big failure.

The monsters surrounded Hart, and their sharp claws tore Hart's shield and armor. In an instant, this iron-like hunter became dying.

Amy rolled the dice nervously, and the potionist's role was revealed at this time. If she could roll another big success, she would be able to rescue Hart and let him break through the siege.

Goddess of Luck does not always take care of the same person. Amy cast a mediocre value and gave Hart an ordinary treatment. The HP restored by this value is not enough for Hart to sustain the next round of attacks. At the start of the first round, Hart is dead.

Relying on the advantages of equipment and numerical values, Bologo eliminated several monsters, and Canary also turned around in a timely manner. She felt that Hart was hopeless, and used more points to help Burrog deal with nearby monsters.

Palmer became excited, "Is the first attrition coming soon!"

Not only was she the first downsizing, in Cinderella's mournful cry, she also made a big failure, and this round of action can be said to be useless.

The monsters devoured Hart, chased and intercepted them, and compressed the living environment of other people. No matter how superior Bologo's equipment was, he couldn't stop the hordes of enemies. Even if he fell on Bologo, he couldn't reverse Bologo's fall.

When Palmer pronounced the death of Bologo, Bologo felt unreal. He just wanted to say that he was an undead, how could he die, and he realized that this was just a game.

The self in the game is not undead.

Unknowingly, Bologo was immersed in this game, and he himself did not expect that he would be so engrossed.

Now the hunters in the front row were all dead, and there was still a small part of the monsters left, but it was this small part that overwhelmed them.

Under the attack of the monsters, the two potion masters were helpless, and Canary, even though she stayed away from the battlefield at the beginning, was still in a desperate situation under the pressure of the monsters. Cut off limbs by monsters.

With the death of the last hunter, Irwin also lost the shield of his abilities, and he is now slayable.

The defeat of the game was decided, but Irwin still rolled the dice repeatedly unwillingly. After running several marathon laps on the chessboard, the panting mortal was finally overtaken by monsters and torn to pieces.

"The Dawn failed to reach the end of the night, and the hunters also returned to dust in their unyielding..."

Palmer said, clasping his hands together, as if merging a thick book, and finished reading the story of this chapter.

Everyone didn't speak, and all sympathized with the story they deduced. Bologo looked at the chessboard, and there were still a few grids left before the Dawn would reach the next supply point on the coast. If there were no such series of mistakes , they may be able to go longer.

It's just a game. Compared with personal determination and ability, luck also plays a crucial factor in the game.

"Do you want to continue?"

Palmer reshuffled the cards and looked at everyone excitedly. He was still full of energy, but the others were a lot more exhausted, and they were highly concentrated, which was a strenuous task for everyone.

"Let's rest for a while," suggested Burrog, "it's getting dark."

Looking out of the car window, it was only then that people noticed that the sky had darkened, and the sun was sinking in the distant horizon, but before the game started, the sky was still bright and blue.

"This game is like this. Once you are absorbed in playing, the time will pass quickly."

Palmer agrees with Burlogo, "Generally speaking, it takes at least a few days to finish playing "Night Journey."

"So those guys from the Undead Club like this game very much. What they need most is time. Serley also said that he wants to find a chance to make a bigger board game. It's best to play it for decades at a time. .”

As for the board game described by Sulei, it is really difficult for Palmer to imagine it. Also, he is not undead, so it is difficult for him to understand Selei's deformed view of time.

After the baptism of the game, the strangeness between several people subsided, and they became familiar with each other a lot. Amy and Cinderella chatted about stories, and Hart put away the chess pieces and put them back in the wooden box.

As the host, Palmer should have said the most. Now his mouth is parched and he just wants to drink some water.

Irving managed to get to his feet. He was limping from the wounds from the Promised Land incident, and he was going to drink some water so he could swallow the pills.

Suddenly, there was a warm feeling in his chest.

Irwin stood there, his relaxed expression suddenly tightened. He looked nervously at the people behind him. Everyone was resting in their seats, chatting about something, and no one noticed Irwin's strangeness.

Stretching his hand into his bosom, Irwin touched the hot thing and took it out.

That precious ticket changed, and the unpredictable time on the paper finally came to a standstill at this moment, it no longer changed, and the boarding time was confirmed.

Irving looked up at the clock hanging at the end of the carriage.

Boarding time is just around the corner.

(End of this chapter)