The hot and dry desert is endless, and it is good that there is no wind, only the scorching sun. Once the wind rises, the yellow sand flies into the sky, making people unable to open their eyes, and the sand that keeps hitting can crack the skin of the face.

In the past, his whole body was covered with sand, and his beautiful white face was now covered with freckles. Hair, eyebrows, shake, you can feel pounds of sand falling.

The storm struck again, and the rolled up yellow sand seemed to reach the sky.

Remembering the past, he skillfully lay on the hot sand and used light magic to protect and heal himself.

She didn't know where the purpose of the trip was, so she could only follow the bishop step by step, not knowing the direction or the end. After a few days in the small town on the edge of the Wyvern Desert, God's left hand still didn't arrive, and the guy just sent a secret message saying that something had happened suddenly, telling the memory and the bishop to wait for him.

The Divine Religion replied to Pallas's message, but the reply was that Pallas wanted to investigate and draw conclusions, apparently not believing that humans and orcs were cooperating and that they had an army in the Flying Mountains, and that Pallas could not provide convincing evidence.

Stupid! I have a good upbringing, and I want to scold people angrily at that time.

Pallas also touched his white beard and said that the long-term peace has made the old guys of the church lose their sense of smell and reaction, and the church is in dire need of fresh blood, even if it is from another world, we can accept it. As he said this, Pallas looked back at the past.

Faced with the church's inaction, Pallas did not want to go home, and he decided to go to the Wyvern Mountains alone to investigate and bring the evidence back to the church.

So Remembrance and Pallas, who had been waiting in the town for a long time, decided not to wait for God's left hand anymore, and the two went to the Wyvern Mountains.

"You shouldn't have come along." Pallas said kindly.

Reminiscing about the past, she shook her head tiredly, her taste was dry, and she could only take a sip of the water she carried. The player will not die of thirst, but the pain remains.

She could have avoided it, after all, Pallas was the strongest power ranking she'd ever seen in Second World

pc。 It should be possible to solve all dangerous situations, but she always has an ominous premonition, she feels that this mission is just a foreshadowing, and Pallas's exploration will be the guide to a certain situational mission. Fire. Demand.

Have you heard of the plot killing, recalling the past and worrying from the bottom of my heart, even if you are strong, you must die if the system makes you die, even if you open it, it is useless. It doesn't matter if she dies, it's a big deal to be reborn, but Pallas is an NPC, and when an NPC dies, it's really dead, just like a real-world person dies.

An old man and a young man, supporting each other, walked in the desert for a week, thirst has made the memories of the past numb, and the various attributes on the attribute panel have dropped to the lowest point.

It would be a problem to cast any more magic points, and if she encountered an enemy, she would probably be a drag on Pallas.

"It's coming." Pallas said, "Let's take a break, you otherworldly people need to meditate to regain your strength." ”

Is it finally here? She had thought that the mountains not far ahead were hallucinations, but before that she could even see towers in the desert, and the illusion made her unable to distinguish between reality and virtuality.

Her secret letter rang again, and God's left hand asked why he didn't wait any longer, and he would finish his business in a few days, and then rush over.

Yi Yi was too lazy to scold him, and only sent the coordinates over, no matter whether this cowardly guy who was afraid of death would come or not, anyway, Yi Yi never counted on him. She just wants Brother Bingsheng to be by her side now, so she won't worry.

"What do you seem to be worried about?" Pallas said after taking a sip of water.

Looking back on the past, she thought that her expression should not be so obvious.

"Nope." Reminiscing about the past, he smiled weakly.

Reminiscing about the past, he ate a mouthful of hard dry food, raised his head and asked, "Your Excellency, you don't believe in fate, the kind that cannot be changed. ”

Pallas smiled kindly and said, "I only believe in my faith and believe that He will give me the best ending." ”

Looking back on the past, I looked down and thought that you were just a bunch of programs, just programs that followed the settings.

But I don't want you to go to that potentially doomed end.

Most players may think that NPCs only exist for the player, but looking back, many NPCs have their own lives, their own feelings, their own personalities, and their own ideas.

They are like robots with feelings in reality, and they have to follow the program set by their masters, but they also have their own ideas. They may be able to change their methods to achieve their goals, but they will eventually lead to the end set by their masters, serving humanity.

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Dusk is the best time to walk in the desert, it's not so hot and it's not as cold as the night.

Almost most of the more than a week's journey took place at this time.

Now that the mountains were in sight, they finally crossed the desert and came to the Wyvern Valley.

The cold wind blew from nowhere, and I couldn't help but shiver when I recalled the past. She looked up at Pallas, who also looked serious.

"Follow me." Pallas Road.

"Hmm." Needless to say, recalling the past ensures that you will not leave an inch.

According to books, the Wyvern Mountains used to be an ancient battlefield, where thousands of bones were buried and swallowed by the wind and sand. But the soul does not rest in peace, and becomes a ghost guarding this place, devouring the flesh and blood of people who come and go.

Sure enough, I didn't go a few steps deeper, and I heard the roar of evil ghosts from time to time in my ears, which was sharp and piercing, which made people tremble.

From time to time, a black figure dressed in rags will appear in front of him, with a fanged human figure on his upper body, a hollow face, empty eye sockets, and a lower body of nothingness, like clouds of smoke, floating in the air.

They screamed to attack, but the sunlight prevented them from condensing.

It seemed to hear the sounds of killing, the exchange of weapons, the screams of death, many people crying, followed by the scalp-tingling screams of the ghosts.

Remembering the past clutching her staff, she tried to cover her ears, but she couldn't stop any of the sounds, they seemed to be born in her head, screaming and expressing resentment.

"Boy, come here."

The kind voice came, and the howl of ten thousand ghosts was also dispersed by this faint but familiar voice, and the memory of the past was finally detached, and he looked up to find Pallas looking at her distressedly.

He knew that the girl was strong-willed, but she was still just a young adult. So he opened his white holy robe, shrouding himself over the past, and the runes on his robe glowed faintly white.

In an instant, the world was silent, and the ghost no longer haunted her.

"Kid, you really shouldn't have come." He said.

But without waiting for the past to refute, he added: "But since you are here, you must regard all this as an experience of growth." It is up to you to decide whether the future of this world will be chaotic or orderly. ”

Pallas's words were filled with anticipation and sorrow.

Looking back on the past, I actually didn't understand it, but I could only nod seriously.

The front was inexplicably covered in black fog, and the sunlight was blocked out.

"Kid, close your eyes."

Pallas resolutely walked in with a memory of the past. The Yin Spirits are no longer conditioned by the sunlight and are taking shape, and the flesh and blood in front of them are a delicacy they haven't enjoyed for a long time.

They screamed and rushed forward to tear the people in front of them apart.

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