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

It seems that I am still naive,

The team walked on the dry and hot yellow sand, and the hot wind cut into the face, unable to blow away the hollow eyes of Bush Sr.

The former Victorian citizen looked like a walking dead, staggering up the sand-soil mixed uphill, and the bright sky made him feel as if he had returned to that afternoon decades ago...

No, there is no sunny afternoon, steel and black smoke, waste water and dilapidated buildings, nothing is worth remembering,

Bush Caesar, an ordinary citizen of Londinium, an ordinary worker,

There are more than 20 ordinary workers in the cannery,

ordinary……

If it wasn't for the outbreak of war, he wouldn't be ordinary,

After spending so much time courting and paving the way, the potbellied factory director finally wanted to promote him to a small cadre.

For this matter, he was happy for several days,

Even the day before he was about to take office, he went to the fortune teller and asked him to predict the future for him.

The soothsayer told him the future was dire,

He beat the fortune teller,

joke!After so many years of flattery, how could the future be sinister? !

As a result, war broke out,

The Sarkaz demons were raging in the city, and he saw with his own eyes that the factory manager, who was usually domineering over them, turned into a pool of thick blood under the spell of the "Blood Demon".

That aura... that oppression... is too high...

High enough, because he peed his pants in fright and gave up on his prey.

This was the beginning of Bush's life of despair...

Crossing the Colombian border with a group of "refugee fellows" whom he had never met before was the only thing he could call "heroic" in the past few years.

Old Custer was at the end of the line,

He is cowardly enough to be made to cry by a slight fluctuation of the origin stone disease,

Nobody wants to talk to him,

Who would care?

After the death of his wife, he raised three children to go to college. It should be said that he is the financial support of the three children. When he can no longer hold his original position, who will pay attention to him?

The steel parts in disrepair in the factory smashed his leg, and the old injury left behind caused the old Custer to gradually leave the team and began to be a little bit unable to walk.

But he didn't dare to leave, he was timid, he didn't want to die, even on the way to escape, he crawled a long way with his hands,

No matter how bitter the life is, no matter how bad the days are,

He doesn't want to die either,

…………

Who would want to die?

In front of the team came another team, a man with three children,

The refugees peeked out one after another and found that the four people, especially the three children, were all dirty and embarrassed like mountaineers who had been hit by an avalanche, covered in sand.

Three children in cloaks, of indistinguishable races,

But this outfit...could it be...

damned!

These people even abduct and sell children! !

"...Such a young child is still being captured... These people have no conscience...!"

Someone in the crowd murmured, but was quickly persuaded by others.

"Good afternoon, colleague Ivanheim."

The Liboli man who led the team smiled and waved to the albino Ursus,

Ursus did not answer,

With a blank face, he led the team past him, and his attitude was completely different from the first time he saw him, which inevitably made the refugees daydream.

Look at Li Boli's proud smile and confident gait,

It must be a high-ranking official here, or a favored thug next to the boss,

Ursus, who can make such a tall and burly man, remain expressionless and dare not speak out,

The strength must be one of the best here!

this person……!very dangerous! ! ! ! !

The team continued to walk, with Ivan Heim leading the way, followed by the Haizi players, and the refugees in the middle.

"The three who walked past Mushroom just now? And Jeston?"

"It seems to be, I heard that I was caught by NPC for stealing things, you have to be careful in the future."

"Be careful, we are all non-human, and we will be killed immediately if we are found!"

Many refugees have lived in Victoria all their lives, and they have never even heard of Yan Guo, which is similar to Chinese.

In addition to the unique voice of the Haisi player, the normal communication...

It became a malicious whisper.

"My God... these monsters are talking...!"

"Hurry up, don't block me, don't block me!"

"They want to eat us alive...!?"

"Go, go! I don't want to be so close to a group of monsters!"

The refugees stepped up and walked forward quickly.

"Huh? Stop chatting, and watch!"

"Why is the NPC speeding up?"

"Is there a bug?"

The players all looked away, seeing the "NPCs" who were running away from them in a blink of an eye before accelerating, and suddenly realized:

not good!

If we let them run out of the effective range, wouldn't it be judged that our mission failed? !

"Didn't Crooked Sun say that these NPCs are highly intelligent?? This is so inconsiderate!"

"Being bullshit!! Chased! Bishop's favorability points will be deducted for mission failure!!!"

A group of grotesque alien creatures screamed and rushed towards the refugees who had just breathed a sigh of relief.

The latter was horrified,

"It and they are catching up!!"

"Oh, help, help! I really can't walk anymore!"

"Ah, Victoria! Run!"

One tight and one loose, one chasing and one chasing,

If no one interferes, the situation will become a perpetual motion machine until one party is exhausted,

So Ivanheim crossed between the two sides,

After forcing all Haisi to stop with his eyes, Ivan Haim walked up a hillside where a shovel was inserted and straw was piled up.

"H-huh!"

"Such a desolate place... no matter how deep the flag is planted, it will definitely be covered by wind and sand..."

"You guys, come here!"

Under the order, the team stopped restless and did not dare not come,

Ivanheim turned around to count the number of people, then pulled out the shovel stuck in the soil and threw it to the refugees.

"Dig for me!!"

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Volume 52 Columbia: Chapter [-] Digging pits for the infected

Just as the work in the desert began in earnest, at the same time the Black Mountain——

"When everyone says you're crazy...maybe you're crazy."

"As long as you relax completely... you can be beaten by the ball??"

Looking at the cover in his hand, Zhang Zhiqing felt that he read the three big square words "Successful Learning" correctly.

"System, what are you offering here?"

Li Boli's complaining voice was soon interrupted by the creaking sound of the crawler tracks, and the system with the trolley body slowly drove past.

"Testing and interviewing, answer: take a closer look"

Take a closer look?

Zhang Zhiqing narrowed her eyes and focused,

Okay!On the cover, there is an ant-sized word "no" added to the successful preschool.

unsuccessful study,

What postmodernist literature is this!

The system was as indifferent as ever, and the camera didn't even twist it. Zhang Zhiqing knew he couldn't beat it, so he turned his thoughts to other facts.

Speaking of,

The Durin players seem to have extracted sulfur?

Are you going to successfully reproduce the black powder?

Clamping the book of "Unsuccessful Learning" from the system under his arm, Zhang Zhiqing turned around and picked up the bishop's gown that was not worn, and picked up a dark green church seal again. He nodded in satisfaction,

Such a well-behaved and serious player should be praised!Send some little red flowers!No……!

No matter how little red flower is enough, I should write a thank you letter!

"Lilia, go get some red ink."

"Okay~ you wait!"

The little nun jumped off the sofa and took a few steps to hook the ink bottle on the top of the cabinet.

……Why! "

But he didn't hold it firmly, the bottle fell over, staining his hands and half of his body.

……

……

This NPC is dawdling, can't go...

Yakumogua turned his head sideways and went down a single corridor no less than three times.

Is it a bug?

"Hey! Hurry up and keep up! Go home late and collect your clothes! (Chinese)"

After shouting like this, the NPC of the Pero tribe with ink stains on the wall "arrived long ago" and ran to Yakumogua's side in a chaotic manner.

Huh, so dangerous...