"I smell darkness, they can't escape my tracking!"

If Yi Chun heard correctly, the voice coming from the next mountain was like this......

Yi Chun: ???

Could it be that there is still a presence like him in the Federation?

A strong curiosity began to emerge in Yi Chun's heart, and this desire for curiosity even diluted a certain trepidation in his heart.

So, after calming down his breath, Yi Chun's figure gradually sank into the green bushes.

Wild Skill: Fade In!

Yi Chun crawled his body, and he slowly approached the mountain.

An area of shrubland, which occupies between the two hills, is a shrub with some sort of small brown thorns.

Yi Chun didn't know what it was called, but it was obviously a little troublesome.

Under the effect of piercing the forest, Yi Chun was naturally able to pass through.

But that doesn't mean he moves without sound.

Yi Chun didn't want to reveal his whereabouts, even if he did look like an ordinary orange cat now.

Looking around, Yi Chun saw a big tree growing across a steep cliff next to the bushes.

The big tree looked like a banyan tree, but Yi Chun wasn't sure:

He is a wild druid, not a plant-related druid.

Therefore, the barrenness of knowledge in this area is not a lack of knowledge.

Anyway, it's a very tall tree......

Yi Chun wagged his tail and thought.

He felt that standing there might be able to see movement on the other side.

So, he ran straight to that side.

The ground was damp, and the dirt was stained on his orange feet.

Maybe it was because he was sweating before, or maybe the dew from the early morning fog hadn't dried up.

The forest environment on the mountain is always much wetter than the one below.

The tree's skin was tough, but it couldn't stop Yi Chun's claws from penetrating.

Without much effort, Yi Chun climbed up.

Probably because it was on top of a cliff, the wind in the trees seemed a bit strong.

Yi Chun carefully pulled the branches and leaves from the trees, and the scene of the other side of the mountain began to meet his eyes......

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"A little more solemn, your voice sounds like a sewer nezumi......"

The guard adjusted the camera ball as he said to his companion in front of him, dressed in a black robe.

They're filming offline role-playing videos, a rather niche form of entertainment.

The advent of virtual technology has completely eliminated this kind of shooting method that requires a lot of manpower and material resources from the market.

But there is still a small group of people who stubbornly believe that reality is reality.

And playing a role they approve of in reality can also satisfy certain desires in their hearts.

Even in order to avoid the use of virtual technology as much as possible, they will go to various areas for physical framing for some scenes.

So, that's what limits the audience for this hobby.

After all, it's a lot of money......

Just like the robes of the guards cost thousands of Federation coins.

The largest part of the cost is to pay the royalties associated with the robe......

"No, my friend, I can feel the power within me boiling with my call......"

So said the guard's friend, a man named Genmasa.

Looking at the other party's performance, the bitter guard shook his head.

Compared to the other party's immersive behavior, Kuwei felt that he was still very normal.

This, he thinks his guardian spirit can prove.

Looking at the flame spirit formed by the virtual projection on his shoulder, the guard nodded with satisfaction.

In the virtual game, the Bitter Guard appears as a saint who summons a guardian spirit.

He still remembers the chapel he visited when he first came into contact with virtual gaming.

The godfather, with a pious gesture, made him aware of his extraordinaryness and his innate destiny.

He chose to carry it, and that was a man's choice......

And Kuwei believes that a man's choice needs to be a factor that runs through everything.

Whether it's life or death, virtual and real......

"I, the Bitter Guard, the Divine Choice......"

The guard fiddled with a photographic ball, or rather a book engraved with obscure words.

It was custom-made by the guards on their personal terminals.

In order to maintain its mystery, the text on it is taken in a minor language that has been no longer adopted by the races of the civilization in question.

Bitter Guard felt that the producer was too cautious:

Actually, he just had to use the relevant text in West Asia, and he thought it was cool.

Yes, the spherical photosphere did not satisfy his needs as a walking saint.

Of course, for this reason, the regulation of this photographic ball has become extremely troublesome.

"I remember the color tuning was on the third page......"

The guard couldn't help but scratch his head as he looked at the link screen that still didn't change as he highlighted the button operation on the book.

He remembered that it was supposed to be done this way, but now something seemed to be going wrong.

Bitter Guard thought about it, and he thought it might be some devil's prank.

Yes, and not directly related to his operating skills......

"My sincerest comrade-in-arms, I can sense the aura of darkness gradually becoming stronger!"

"We need to pick up the pace, I can feel the loss of strength in my body......"

Yuan Zheng suddenly turned his head to look at the bitter guard and said.

Bitter Guard: ......

After thinking about it for a while, he felt that this seemed to be a little incomprehensible, so he had to close the camera ball and say:

"Speak human words!"

"I'm hungry—can we hurry up!"

Genmasa shrugged his shoulders, he thought the barbecue in the town was pretty good before.

"I tried my best, and I remembered that there should be instant chicken thighs in the bag."

The guard shook his head, he felt that the other party was really a little weak.

But it's also normal, after all, not everyone can be as strong as a saint.

At this moment, the guard who was fiddling with the camera ball was suddenly stunned.

As the camera ball swayed as he swayed, he seemed to see an orange figure passing by.

In the midst of the lush greenery, the orange was so conspicuous.

So, the guard began to try to restore the operation he had just done.

With the swing of the camera ball, he finally saw the source of the orange:

Not far away, in the big tree next to the bush, an orange cat was looking at him with its golden eyes!

When he touched the golden eyes, the guard's hand couldn't help but tremble.

After all, abrupt eye contact in an unprepared situation is a bit oozing.

After realizing what he was seeing, the guard looked at the camera ball again.

He always felt that there was something strange in the orange cat's eyes.

Or rather, familiar?

When the guard zoomed in the camera again, and then looked at the golden eyes, he realized!

Yes, such a familiar look!

In his former life, he never lacked that kind of attention.

It was like looking at a retarded look......