Bishop on the run from the Ark, but the Fourth Scourge

It was like the frost on the window in winter night, frozen and solidified, making the two unable to move for a while.

"..."

"..."

I couldn't hear the noise of the players in the distance, and in Sandstorm's ears, there was only the boring "clack-clack"...

The arrow on the crossbow pointed at the abandoned container,

Ferin and Lubo looked at each other, and Sandstorm pressed the tactical flashlight on the rail on the side of the crossbow. The light radiated, and Purgatory approached with a knife in one hand.

Peng Di kicked open the concealed container door, but no dust was raised, indicating that it was still new since the last time it was opened.

This made the two even more tense,

"How about it?"

The sandstorm raised the flashlight,

"No one, the sound is coming from this thing."

Purgatory picked up a radio on the cardboard cushion inside the container, folded back the antenna, and waved his hand to show it.

"Where is Meow here?"

"I don't know..."

The radio itself has no abnormalities, a black case and a silver antenna. Purgatory opened the back cover and found no dry battery as I remembered, but an Origin Stone in a transparent tube.

"Even this thing is powered by Origin Stone? Could Terrans not be able to live without Origin Stone?... Maybe it's an official detail or a small color TV, a tribute to certain games."

Sandstorm shines the flashlight on the container's shell and the door just kicked open by Purgatory,

"The outer shell is rusty and mottled. It feels like it has been thrown here for a year, but there are no cobwebs and too much dust inside..."

"Have you ever lived here as a refugee?"

probably yes,

Purgatory wanted to say this, but when she (his) glanced at something out of the corner of her eye, the idea was immediately dismissed.

Putting the knife back into its sheath, Purgatory lay down on the paper shell.

"What are you doing?"

"...something is wrong,"

"Not right?"

"Someone has indeed been here, but not necessarily ordinary refugees."

Frowning tightly, Purgatory got up and motioned for Sandstorm to get down instead. The film girl was suspicious, but she did.

then,

She took advantage of the hole in the rotten container and saw something——

Panoramic view of the camp area of ​​the Vilas refugee camp,

"...Meow! Someone is spying on the camp?"

"This angle, and these holes, the production team's pursuit of details has always been crazy..."

"—"

Purgatory didn't finish the sentence, because Sandstorm had almost understood it.

The air froze for a few seconds.

"Then what do we do?"

"This may be a prelude detail to a hidden event... that was accidentally discovered by us,"

In terms of the plot, the setting of "the choice you make affects the ending" is not uncommon in the games on the market. Players who play these games often fall into a kind of worry, for fear that one step will make a wrong overall BE, which will lead to the incarnation of per capita archive madness "Lai Yueang".

And now the two people who came into view from the perspective of the game, their first reaction is: this is some kind of prelude change.

It foreshadows some kind of unexpected event beyond the plain text! !

"Go, go offline first, and post the matter to the forum."

The two returned the same way, and the figure walked away...

The player's unique noise completely dissipated,

The shadow not far from the container suddenly became active, like the sound of insects, divided into three sounds.

"...how did these volunteers find this place,...are those idiots in the camp exposed?"

An impatient voice urges his companions,

"Hey! Warlock! Why didn't you kill those two women?!"

"Haha... Well, five thousand per person... If you don't have money, you don't have power, if you don't have power, you don't kill...~"

"In addition to the innocent and cute little girl, I need to add [-]...~"

"'Micro-voiced *Colombian swearword' you miser! "

"Charlie, don't bother with this bitch."

A calm voice reminded,

"It's just a group of volunteers, there is no threat. Those people are not Sicilian gangsters at all, just a few timid reptiles spreading rumors..."

"This observation post is abandoned and retreated. It is not our turn to do things here yet. We have absolutely plenty of time."

"...You are right."

"Hmph~ You have spent most of the day's worthless projects... just to cheat on this little commission?"

"This is a program, Warlock, stronger than you."

"Hmm~ They're all cheating the employer's money. Compared with you bowling heads, they're nothing more than a dick."

"Stop talking. Mind your own business."

"Charlie, we retreat."

"Yes."

The shadow recedes into the deep,

after dark,

The Sun Also Rises.

……

next day

At eight o'clock in the morning, players will go online as usual.

On one side of the mission hall in the Montenegro, the Gorefiend player "Yakumo Stealing Melon", who intends to open up wasteland, is touching his mouth and meditating.

"Boss! Choose me, boss!"

The "Floating Sea Voyager", whose tentacles are stuck to the number plate, volunteered to recommend himself.

"I'm cheap! 50 credits for a day!"

"Don't trust him to use me, he is just a small water pipe, he can't shoot far at all!"

Another "Sea Voyager" player squeezes out the first player.

"Sister Gua! Choose me! 70 credits for a morning! The psychotoxin water bomb is accurate and far away!"

"It's only 70 credits for one morning! Are you stealing money?"

"Stealing money? Don't you look at the greening activities and limited activities to make more money, and I'm afraid you're a fool if you don't increase the price! Sister Gua chooses me!"

"Choose me! I have more ammo than you! AK74U!"

"I, I! I am meticulous and exquisite in pursuit of quality, and I am a master of biology!"

"Stop arguing."

Yayungua was still hesitating, and little Dulin mushrooms entered randomly.

After a while, the knife arrives.

"I want all of you."

"!!Mushroom NB!!"

"Mushroom arrogance! You are worthy of being a full-service arms dealer!!"

"Arms are zero responsibility..."

Mushroom murmured softly as his teammates took away the two "Hai Si version of free-range chickens".

Turning around and seeing Yakumogua behind him, he wanted to say hello, but he didn't want the other party to bow his head and leave by himself.

……what?

what's the situation?

Why is this guy so skinny today?

Ignoring the sight behind her, the Gorefiend girl tightened her hood and hid in the shadows.

After browsing the forum last night and browsing the water posts of other players, Yakumogua discovered something.

like……

Except for myself, everyone else knows how to order something now...

Not to mention the two formed teams of Wolves and Durin,

Even casual players have explored a lot of fighting skills.

look at yourself...

In addition to fishing, fishing is fishing. He obviously won a high-level race like Blood Demon, but he didn't look capable at all.

Been deserted for too long...it seems,

Can't keep up with others...

Like an animal whose house has been burned, its pupils are dull, its steps are stiff, one step, one step, until it hits a hard object.

"?……who?"

"Yeah! I'm sorry..."

The introverted and shy voice came from a two-meter-tall body.

"Nothing at all...?"

"Woooo yes yes..."

The two-meter-tall Wendigo girl blushed and covered her face, ashamed as a 1.3-meter-tall girl.

"Sorry... I was thinking about something... I'm sorry I didn't see you..."

"It's ok…"

With a long breath, the Gorefiend girl opened her dead fish eyes and started to leave.

"That...do you have something on your mind...?"

"Ah...don't pay attention to me, I'm a salted fish not a blood demon..."

"...Is it a sad thing...?"

"........."

Yakumo melon stopped,

Just when Wuwu thought that he had said something wrong and wanted to apologize, Yakumogua bit his lip and turned his head with tears in his eyes.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"

"Ah!!"

"Nothing! I'm so useless! I'm so useless!! I'm, I'm (crying) the most useless gorefiend!!"

"Ah!! No, don't pull it, hey! Cloak! No, no!!"