Endless Debt.

Chapter 615 Jokes
The cold wind poured in from the completely shattered car window, and the hot blood gradually cooled down. The chill was like a rag covered with sharp needles, and it ruthlessly wiped the body, scraping a large amount of blood.

Bologo sat on a chair, leaning on the hilt of his sword with both hands, his head drooping forward, the monster's blood seeped into his clothes and began to coagulate, and he felt discomfort all over his body, not to mention the pain from many wounds.

Palmer held his injured leg and grinned. Even though Amyu had treated him, the severe injury still made Palmer temporarily incapacitated. Based on normal game calculations, Palmer's damage judgment It counts as a failure.

After finally solving the Terror Eater, the tense atmosphere finally ushered in a moment of relaxation. Everyone took a breather and rested in the gap they had won.

Burrog couldn't relax, he was still tense, without the slightest slack, the environment he was in reminded him of the past days, remembering that it was the winter of the first year of the war, Burrog was just like now, Sleeping with his comrades in a dilapidated carriage and sleeping with piles of supplies.

Snow covered people's bodies in a thick layer, and frost covered the carriages. Whenever Burlogo closed his eyes, he doubted whether he could wake up, and every time he woke up, there were always so many Personally, eyes closed forever.

There was no funeral, no tombstone, and when the car door was opened, Burlogo witnessed the corpse being thrown into the wilderness, hidden in the snow and dust.

Bologoha let out a breath of cold air, and gently wiped the surface of the blade to remove the coagulated dirty blood.

"Good news, with one more roll of dice, we'll be able to reach the supply station."

Burlog picked up the dice, but did not throw it down.

The Dawn on the chessboard is on the edge of the wilderness, the next area is so close, they'll be out of this damn wilderness in no time.

As long as you reach the next area, some event cards that are continuously in effect will be canceled, such as event card · harassment.Different regions have their own unique cards.

"Bad news, the difficulty of the game will increase," said Palmer, who knows the game well. "We're going deeper into the dark."

Disaster Card Brewing Darkness.

This effect runs through the entire game. The deeper the game goes, the stronger the darkness will be. When the game reaches the end, it will expand to its strongest posture and usher in the game's final battle.

Thinking of this, Bologo looked towards the end of the railroad tracks, the gloomy old castle towering behind the mountains, where the final battlefield would be.

"We have no choice but to move on."

Canary had accepted the status quo a long time ago, and she deliberately joked, "If possible, I really want to see what Happy Garden looks like."

Now they are in the game of Happy Garden. As for the true face of Happy Garden, it is still hidden behind layers of darkness.

Palmer said, "Is that a visit to the old enemy's home?"

"No, I just want to know what is so attractive about Happy Garden, which is worthy of so many people's succession."

Canary thought of those traitors, and then his eyes fell on the white gull's head. It's hard to say whether the white gull is still alive. He can indeed open his mouth and conjure a bunch of fancy things out of his mouth, but compared to having Individuals with self-will, the current White Gull is more like a puppet, a tool for playing games.

Is this the Witch of Desire's punishment for his failure?Or 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 vision included Irving. Canary couldn’t understand Irving. Judging from the conversation with Burlogo and what Irving said, he also held the ticket to the Paradise .

The incident became complicated and confusing.

"Everyone, are you ready?"

Burrog's words interrupted Canary's thinking, and the hand holding the dice hovered on the chessboard.

The team is in a bad state now, Hart is still trapped in the nightmare, and Palmer is also injured, not to mention that he has run out of ammunition to suppress the Dread Eater.

Once their luck is worse and some vicious events are drawn, maybe they will be wiped out in this round.

Bologo didn't know whether he died in the game, whether he was ushering in a real death, or was captured by the Desire Witch like Gould and Hart and became a toy in her hands.

Either way, Burlogo didn't like it.

After a round of eye confirmation, everyone was ready, Burlogo threw the dice in his hand, followed by Palmer, and finally Irving.

Irwin stopped writing, and after piercing the monster, the pen in his hand was not broken, but the written words were stained with blood.

"It's just the form of the game, you don't have to write it all the time," Burrog said.

"I'm just doing what I can," Irwin insisted on writing, "someone has to record the story here."

"For what?"

"for……"

Irwin paused, but fortunately he had thought about this question a long time ago and came up with an answer that he thought was correct.

"To tell the latecomers what happened here."

"Maybe there won't be a follower," said Burlogo.

"What if?" Irving repeatedly emphasized, "What if? What if? People always have tiny expectations."

Burrog's voice became severe, "You are just comforting yourself. This meaningless comfort cannot overcome reality."

"Alright alright."

Irving put down the pen, not because he obeyed Burrog, but because he finished writing the story.

"Has anyone ever told you that? Burrogo, there's nothing romantic about this man."

Amyu took a look at Irwin. She felt that what Irwin said was right. Burogo was efficient, rigorous, and professional. As a result, Aimiao repeatedly hit the wall.

Irving laughed, his laughter was a little out of place, even provocative.

Burrog didn't get angry, and his emotions didn't even have much ups and downs. Just as Amy remembered, Burrog was a rational guy, and he wouldn't get angry over such a trivial matter. He wanted to know what Irwin would say next what.

"Not all are as strong as you, Bologo."

Irwin took the dice and said, "Look at them."

Scanning the faces covered with blood and wounds, everyone's faces are full of exhaustion and hardship. Bologo has seen such faces. During his first year in the war, his comrades in arms also had the same faces. .

Burrog had been like them, but now Burrog had only firmness, like a piece of weather-beaten iron.

Burrog's eyes fell on Palmer. Palmer didn't care about Burrog at all, holding his thighs and making various painful expressions. Amy noticed Burrog's gaze, and she immediately put away her slack. His expression looked like he was ready to go to war at any time.

This kind of camouflage couldn't fool Borrog. He could see Amy's fatigue and nervous tension, and his eyes were slightly blue, as if he hadn't slept for several days and nights.This is true for everyone.

"It's just going to take everyone's breath away ... you should give them a smile."

Burrogo's tense face relaxed, and he sighed long, and the sharp sword he was holding was raised and placed across his knees.While Boluogo is reliable, he will also show a stern side, which makes people dare not look directly at him. From this moment on, the atmosphere is truly relaxed.

Burlogo asked, "Is this the author's gift?"

"Probably," Irving thought for a while, and then said, "Sometimes I will regard you as the characters in my writing, and then think about what such characters would do."

"Sounds weird."

"Just as the experience of the elderly? Although I don't deal with many people."

"elder?"

Palmer noticed Irwin's words and laughed to himself. Amy would be in awe of Burrog, but Palmer didn't care about it at all. In his cognition, Palmer and Burrog Deadly partner.

"Any questions?"

Irving 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 to give Irving any clues to guess, and the other is Palmer. , he is not mysterious, but very neurotic.

The scene Palmer was most looking forward to happened, "You may not believe it, but this guy is much older than you."

Irwin looked at Bologo. Bologo said that he was undead, but now that his extraordinary power has been completely deprived, Irving almost forgot about this setting.

Irving frowned, "You..."

Burrog laughed.

Bologo can also tell jokes, but this often only happens in private. The harsh and depressing environment makes Burlogo have no time to think about these things. The deprivation of extraordinary power also makes Burlogo doubt whether he can Protect others.He couldn't relax, and he couldn't laugh.

"If we get out of here alive, if you live long enough..."

Burrog took a deep breath and said a rare funny joke, "I will consider inviting you to my one hundredth birthday."

Irwin was stunned, and Palmer laughed so hard that he turned his back on his back.

(End of this chapter)