The lord is red again

When Joan of Arc opened her eyes, the bonfire was still burning, but there was no one in the room.

"Where are the people?"

There were no signs of fighting here.

Pulling out the friend list, he found that Heather was still online. He sent a message but there was no response.

"Did they encounter a surprise attack?" Joan of Arc couldn't help but doubt.

The teammate might have had an accident.

However, the fact that Heather hadn't died for so long showed that the enemy's strength was not strong.

Joan of Arc pushed the door and left the room, standing on the empty street.

The broken moonlight sprinkled from the sky, making the whole street look very hazy.

The back had been cleaned up by them all the way here, and there could be no enemies, so the teammate could only move forward.

There was a huge iron gate in front.

"Did they enter the manor?"

Joan of Arc sent a few more messages to Heather, but still no response.

He approached the manor and squatted down in front of the big iron gate to observe carefully.

I remember that the big iron gate was closed when I saw the manor before, but now it was open a gap.

Just enough for one person to go in sideways.

It was too far away to see clearly before, but when Joan of Arc got closer, she found that the iron gate was exquisitely decorated. Although it was eroded by rain due to long-term lack of maintenance, the butterfly flower pattern could still be seen.

This is a top aristocratic manor. Although it is far away from the "royal palace castle" that can be seen by looking up, it should be considered at the feet of the emperor, with a superior geographical location.

Joan of Arc tiptoed and tried to lower her voice to enter the manor.

It was a pity that he didn't have a treasure-stealing banshee on hand, otherwise he wouldn't make any sound even if he jumped.

There was nothing wrong along the way, but the sight was always covered with a layer of mist that could not be seen clearly.

There were more than a dozen carriages in front of them that were no longer pulled by horses. The carriages were wrapped with spider webs and a thick layer of dust that could be touched by hand, indicating that no one had used them for several years.

There was a four-story building in the manor. When he got closer, he seemed to hear a woman laughing.

Goosebumps suddenly appeared uncontrollably from his elbows and back. There might be a boss ahead, or maybe... He turned around and left quickly according to his instinct.

Let's wait until the others come online.

Just like there was no obstruction when he came, he left smoothly when he left. However, when he was about to return to the campfire, he found three figures standing upright in the moonlight.

They were the three teammates who had gone offline with him before.

They had their backs to him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

This street was safe, so he dared to raise his voice a little.

The three teammates ignored him. They still faced forward and did not move.

Joan of Arc slowly walked to the side of the three of them and looked ahead along their gaze. It was Heather, who was in charge of the sentry at the beginning. The other party's face was pale, strangely pale.

He seemed to be in some abnormal state at this time, and looked confused.

Joan of Arc was startled.

In his sight, behind Heather, who looked puzzled, there was a blood-red long skirt, leaning on his shoulder like an intimate lover.

There was no wind, but the red skirt swayed gently.

What was even more terrifying was that this thing had no health bar.

Joan of Arc felt her heart was beating wildly and violently. What should she do if she encountered a ghost in the game?

Under the rigid gaze of the four people, an arm in the blood-red long skirt slowly stretched out and gently rested on Heather's shoulder.

A pale hand, with shriveled and bright red long nails.

"You, you, your shoulder!" Joan of Arc stretched out her hand to gesture, and his scalp tingled.

Hearing the reminder, Heather subconsciously turned her head to look at her shoulder, and she caught a glimpse of a shriveled arm on her shoulder.

"Bang" Heather fell to the ground.

Joan of Arc and others knew that this was a game and they would not really die, so after seeing Heather fall to the ground inexplicably, the four of them bravely rushed forward.

Unexpectedly, the red long skirt suddenly disappeared.

After a few minutes, Heather finally returned to normal.

"I just disconnected." Heather sat up, his expression full of lingering fear.

He said he was disconnected, but in fact he preferred to think that he was awakened by a nightmare.

Because the way to play the game is through "dreams", it is reasonable to be awakened by a dream.

Li Xiaoyao asked: "What happened to you before?"

"I..."

Heather recalled his previous experience: "After you all went offline, I sat alone by the campfire and watched the official website video, and then I heard footsteps. At that time, I thought it was a dragon soldier coming over, so I quietly took the sword and went out to see the situation. Then I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I felt that there was something wrong in the manor from the bottom of my heart, and then I walked in."

Joan of Arc on the side also nodded in agreement. He was inexplicably sure that Heather had entered the manor before, and then took the initiative to enter the manor.

If he hadn't heard the weird laughter that made him wake up, he might have entered the building.

"It's probably a feature of game design." He simply tried to analyze it and got approval.

Advanced game design does not give players a coordinate point to run to, but will subtly influence the environment to make people feel that it is time to go inside.

Heather continued: "I walked into the manor, and then I saw a woman in a red dress with her back to me on the lawn. There was no blood bar on her head, so I thought she was not in danger, and then I walked over and asked, 'Miss, what's wrong with you?', and then the woman turned her head."

The bonfire was suppressed by the atmosphere and the height of the flame was reduced. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and the visibility was also decreasing.

"It was an expressionless face, very white, I can only remember that it was very white. I was startled and wanted to run away but found that my legs were weak and I couldn't walk, and then I saw Joan of Arc walk in." He looked at Joan of Arc.

"I told Joan of Arc that there was danger here, but she ignored me. I was scared by the red dress at the time, but after Joan of Arc appeared, the woman in the red dress was scared away, and then I found that I couldn't see Joan of Arc when I could move, and when I escaped, I happened to meet the three of you coming out."

Li Xiaoyao and the other two said: "We found that both of you were online, but not by the bonfire, so we came out together to find someone."

The five people gathered together again and looked at the manor in front of them.

Now the options left for them are to rush in and investigate directly, or take a detour.

"It should be a large-scale dungeon that is difficult to deal with."

"Do you want to go in?"

"But it seems that there is no health bar."

Large-scale dungeons are not scary, but enemies without health bars will appear very scary.

The five people looked at the manor, took a deep breath and walked in. Since the "main line" has been pushed here, it means that their level and strength should be sufficient.

Seven minutes later, the five people stood in the Rand Legion, surrounded by the undead who had just resurrected.

This is already their resurrection point by default.

"Hell-level dungeon." Jeanne said.

Nodding simply: "It should not be handled by a few of us."

"Report it."

When the undead entered the royal city from the beginning, they would receive the main task of [Golden Throne], which is to explore and investigate the internal situation of the royal city.

Now reporting military intelligence is also considered to have completed the task, and if you add the "beautiful little garbage" stuffed in the space quiver, it is not a loss at all.

As for the hell-level dungeon, whichever boss has the ability, just go and clear it, they still forget it.