As soon as it was dawn, Isabella emerged from the tent.

The actual time is 5:30 p.m. French time, and the game time is generally 12 hours staggered from the local time, i.e. the game time is 5:30 a.m. This is set up so that it doesn't interfere with most people's schedules, and when the locals finish their day's work and study and start the nightlife, another world is ready to start a new day. Of course, if a local player chooses to play in a different hemisphere in the play area, he will be able to synchronize his local time with the game time.

As a student at the University of Bordeaux, Isabella was supposed to be waiting for the nightlife to start in the café, and her girlfriends were like that. They prefer to have a good meal with the big boys, who are also bohemian, with champagne and, if possible, special cigars. After half a night of fun, in the car, at the cinema, or right in the woods that no one sees, come out in romance.

Isabella hasn't been involved in the sisters' activities since she came into contact with VRI. This Frenchwoman with long red hair, like the game otaku she looked down on before, returns to her apartment after a day of classes, mixes some pasta, or orders pizza, sometimes sweet spicy chicken in a Chinese restaurant, and eats it hastily, and then can't wait to enter the world of Illusion Arms.

She loves this new world.

She also loves her companions, who are not the same as the game otaku she remembers, especially their leader. If the head of the regiment wants to have a relationship with her that goes beyond friendship, then she will not hesitate at all, because this is the land of romance. Of course, now she is no longer interested and passionate about mating, and she no longer cares about the burning eyes of some members of the brigade, and now she feels that she should be a good girl.

It all happened after she became obsessed with this new world full of mysteries. Ever since she got into the game, she has been able to learn something new, something new, every day. She feels that compared to her current life, which is full of novelty, her former self is like living in a pigsty! When a sow that can only mate or an explorer of a new world, which one to choose? Undoubtedly.

“Menthe！ At night...... No, good morning! A warm greeting came from behind him.

Mint was her name, but her French teammates called Menthe in French, and Isabella looked back to see Lucas, the brigade's scout, a 16-year-old sunny boy from Brussels, who had joined the Frenchman brigade. Always shy and shy when looking at her, always calling her name enthusiastically. If it had been before, maybe she would have wanted to taste this shy little fresh meat, but now she is no longer a mating creature, she is a powerful female warrior.

"Lucas," Isabella said in her usual seductive and teasing tone, "You don't want to drag your feet today~"

Lucas blushed, didn't say a word for a long time, and then ran away in a puff of smoke.

Isabella smiled and didn't bother with it.

She was playing in Panorama mode, eating her own dinner while controlling her phantom limbs and manipulating the characters around the camp to check the cordons and traps set up yesterday. In the past six months, she has learned how to control two bodies at the same time.

It's still incredible, controlling two bodies was a Hollywood blockbuster thing a few years ago, but in the past few years, people have become accustomed to using VRI in their lives. After all, this kind of mind-controlled tool used to be associated with magic and superpowers!

Isabella was packing up her kitchen waste and wandering around the camp, and it was not yet time to assemble, but as a qualified warrior, packing up the camp before her companions was a basic combat quality. That's what she thinks.

Then she happily left VRI and stripped naked and went to the shower.

……

By the time Isabella was back online, her companions were already sitting around the campfire for breakfast. It's amazing that even though everyone had finished dinner before going online, they started preparing breakfast in high spirits after going online, and the phantom limb-controlled body didn't eat for a whole night - a whole day for the player - and didn't have the strength to carry out today's crusade without being fed.

Isabella's real-life body was already nestled in loose clothes on the bed, and she was in loading mode, her body was more flexible, and she had a clearer sense of hearing, so she could hear what the bastards were saying from a distance.

“…… Hey! Dude, guess what she said? This was the American Trigger, the second foreigner in the brigade, shouting loudly with the usual rude and frivolous tone of an American.

A circle of men around him was heckling as they ate toast, especially Fernand, the bearded uncle from Clermont-Ferrand, who was laughing and wheezing as he poured himself beer.

She pushed me away, threw the condom in my face, and rolled around her stomach screaming, saying that I was going to cut next time I used mint!"

The men around him began to burst into laughter, stomping their feet vigorously and coaxing, especially the bearded uncle Fernand, who was just laughing wildly, and the beer was all scattered on the ground, as if he was incontinent.

Isabella sneered, pulled out the Frozen Crystal Arrow, which can only shoot three shots a day, and took a bow, aimed, and shot! The crystal arrow instantly pierced Trigger's buttocks, pierced out of the lower abdomen, and was nailed to the ground, the frost that erupted had frozen the lower half of his body into ice slag, but he didn't die immediately, and heard Isabella's cold words, "Don't worry, it hurts, Uncle Fernand will help you pack up your equipment." ”

The ice quickly spread to the upper half of his body, and Trigger did not distort his expression because of the severe pain, but turned back to Isabella and saluted, and whistled leisurely, "Hats off, Miss Mint, I love you no matter what!" Then, in a saluting posture, he was frozen into a handsome ice sculpture.

The men continued to laugh louder and toast to each other, and the bearded uncle Fernand no longer had the strength to hold his glass, and he let out an asthmatic laugh and fell to his knees and hammered the ground frantically.

"Ahem, Miss Menthe, you've caused us to lose a sharpshooter," said Curien, the only regimental leader who didn't participate in the meat joke carnival, taking a sip of the oatmeal in his hand, "He probably has to be reincarnated from the temple of Cologneburg, and he can't be counted on today's action." ”

"I still have two sharpshooters here," Isabella pulled out the remaining two frozen crystal arrows, raised her eyebrows, and said in a charming voice, "It's also a pleasure to shoot~"

Curien was embarrassed to look away, there was nothing she could do. But then again, although there was an unexpected loss of a fireman before the battle, it was not a big deal. The castle of the Count of Balzac doesn't have too many powerful characters, but a few gargoyles will be a little troublesome. If Mint is willing to use his own Frozen Crystal Arrow, that's not a problem.

Everyone in the brigade had eaten breakfast, and Curien ordered to prepare for departure.

……

The Black Tulip Brigade is a powerful group of players active in the wasteland. Compared to most players, who can only obtain supplies in dungeons, being able to traverse the wasteland infested with giant monsters and monsters is in itself a testament to their strength. The Black Tulip, which is one step ahead, no longer needs to leave its name on the Chosen One Monument, and can obtain enough resources to make powerful illusion weapons by trading with NPC nobles.

In fact, Mint's Frozen Crystal Arrow is one of them, and you can see how powerful the Phantom Weapon is when she kills Trigger with one arrow, although there are some sneak attack elements in it, but its attack power is undoubted.

In this game, it is not easy to kill any object, and NPCs are the same as players, no one will stand stupidly waiting for you to kill, their intelligence is beyond your imagination. And to completely kill your opponent, whether it is a player or an NPC, there are only two choices, either your force is far superior to his, or you have an illusionary weapon.

This time, the Black Tulip Brigade was commissioned by Viscount Elrios of Fort Colón to go to the castle of the Count of Balzac, which had been reduced to a ghost's lair a hundred years ago, to find the great cornflower mark of their ancestors lost in the castle. Although valuable enough, the Viscount may be able to restore the status of an Earl with this sigil, but it is useless for the player. If this were not the case, how could the nobles entrust the warlords with such tasks?

The camp was dismantled, loaded into four troikas, and drove one after another along the long-abandoned dirt road to the destination.

……

Two hours later, the lost castle was in sight. The Château de Count of Balzac is an ordinary aristocratic castle, but it is large enough to look like a hill from afar, and at the foot of this hill is a ring of low-looking walls. In fact, the walls are tall enough to withstand ordinary siege ladders, so you can imagine the size of the castle. However, no matter how huge it is, it was also breached by ghosts a hundred years ago, and the towers lined up have also become a nest for gargoyles.

Curien, the head of the head of the car, stretched out his hand to signal the stop, "Stop!" Camp in place, logistics team repairs fortifications, others pay attention to vigilance! ”

Following Curien's orders, the members of the Black Tulip Brigade began to get busy, Uncle Fernand led the logistics team to start building temporary fortifications, while the others were vigilantly scattered around, and the scouts set traps and cordons a little further away. Caution and prevention of unburned are the only ways for black tulips to develop to today.

Curien had already changed into his battle attire, dressed in a black leather coat, black cape, black feather hat, and with the sword of the illusory armed Mendel at his waist, he was obviously also a powerful warrior. He led a few men up a small dirt slope and looked at the castle with a telescope.

Mint also followed. She stood behind Curien, her piercing eyes that could see the castle clearly without a telescope. Mint also changed into a combat outfit. Her tight-fitting leather jacket only covered her chest, her lower abdomen was exposed, and she wore shorts and leather boots underneath, which made it easier for her to use her mobile shooting skills as an archer. Outside, she wore a marksman's robe from the Wind Elf craft, a piece of equipment she had paid a lot of money for, and the longbow and quiver she carried behind her came from the same place. As the biggest barrier to her strength, the Frozen Crystal Arrow is contained in her waist, which is a small aqua blue quiver, so small that it looks like a scabbard from a distance, because it is only used to hold three arrows, this size is enough, this is the body of the Frozen Crystal Arrow, the Order Arrow of the Ice Queen of the Illusory Realm, which produces three Ice Arrows every day.

Curien looked at it for a moment, frowned, and gave an order to the leader of the scout, "Zorro, you take two people to scout in that direction, preferably near the cemetery, I don't think something is right over there." ”

Mint also looked in the direction of the cemetery, but she didn't see anything wrong, "I only see bones all over the ground, and they don't pose a threat during the day." ”

"No, there's nothing wrong with the cemetery itself, it's the dead trees in the cemetery, and the ruins of the town outside the castle."

"It's true that they're all broken, but ...... God, this is a ghost's lair, isn't it normal to break? Mint held his forehead, thinking that the head of the regiment was a little nervous.

"No, dear Miss Menthe," Curien continued to look through the binoculars, "firstly, I am sure that these are new wounds, and secondly, I can tell that the damage is caused by a force beyond normal human strength, and there are a few ruins with a few large holes, but the broken beams and broken walls have not collapsed, what does this mean?" ”

"Description...... Have monsters like to dig holes to play? Mint felt like she couldn't keep up with Curien's train of thought.

Curien smiled lightly, "Dear Miss Menthe, I think you must have played the Jenga game. How hard do you pull blocks? ”

"You're saying that the force that destroyed the remnants of the wall was so great that it only broke and didn't collapse?" Mint understands now.

"Yes, prepare for the worst, if it's a new monster, it can be dangerous to be caught off guard. We need Mr. Zorro to bring us definitive information. Curien nodded.

Mint stopped talking, staring at the head with sparkling eyes, and at this moment he seemed to have turned into a fan sister of head Curien. After staring and drooling for a while, Mint suddenly jumped up and chased Zorro with his longbow in hand, "Captain, I'm going to help too!" My Eagle Eye is the best for tracking monsters! ”

……

In the ruins of the castle, Zorro and Mint scattered, cautiously searching forward. This is a small town built outside the castle by the lords who were attached to the Count of Balzac, and the scale is not small, so it can be seen that it was also a prosperous place back then. Of course, the prosperity of the past can only bring trouble to the search work of Mint and others.

Suddenly, a member of the group signaled that there was a new discovery, and Mint and the others walked over gently. There are traces of tragic battles in this wreckage, and it can be seen that a large number of walking corpses and a gargoyle are besieging the enemy, and it is obviously a very powerful existence to be able to engage so many enemies. Whether it's a human or a ghost, it's not something this four-person team can handle. Zorro retreated, motioning for the exploration to stop.

Mint saw Zorro's gesture and thought about the words of the regimental commander, Curien. Since the regimental commander wants to be able to obtain detailed information, how can he retreat now? Go back and tell the regiment commander that we took a look, and then we were scared away by the traces of battle? For the barely humiliating behavior of the regimental commander, Mint resolutely resisted!

Seeing the determination in Mint's eyes, Zorro reluctantly motioned to move on. The more you advance, the more terrifying the battle scene becomes, and even Mint, who is proud of his own strength, is a little frightened. In front of the corner, the four people pressed against the wall, one by one, the first member of the group came to the corner, quietly poked his head out, shrank back in fright at a glance, and looked at it slowly, relieved in his heart, and motioned for a few people to come forward.

Mint boldly poked his head out to see the corpse of a gargoyle, its neck twisted off, its head on the ground, the corpse slumped against the wall, its hands and feet almost broken, and its huge batwing wings were in tatters, and none of them were intact. The ghoul had apparently been dead for a long time, silently.

The scouts looked at each other in horror, wondering what kind of monster could do such a thing. As they walked on, they saw the beast covered by the gargoyle corpse.

It wasn't a beast, it was a person, and the scouts looked at the young man in front of them in surprise, almost in disbelief. With black hair and black eyes, blackened strips of cloth wrapped around his fists, shirtless, and tattered pants that could be seen to be from the Reincarnation Hall for free, the ground was splashed with black blood and rotten flesh and bones, and he was just sitting in the Shura Field, tired and leaning against the wall, staring at the sky that ushered in the morning light with godless eyes.

The movement of the scouts seemed to wake him up, and the young man beckoned feebly, saying something that was not a language that these French people could often hear.

Mint didn't understand what he was saying, but she could tell where it was coming from. The teenager speaks Chinese, but there is no NPC in the Shania Continent who speaks Chinese, this person should be a player. It's a shame that there are students from China in the class, otherwise Mint wouldn't be able to tell the difference between C, Fusang, and Peninsular.

But apparently, the teenager from China did not have the translator on, and the players in France could not understand what he was trying to say.

The boy looked at them blankly for a moment, then suddenly realized something, and said in English, "Water and food!" ”

Probably because of the deterrent power of the gargoyle who died tragically, the scouts hurriedly took out water bags and dry food, and Mint volunteered to send them to the teenager.

“Thanks！” The boy looked very polite, and after thanking him, he threw it away as if he had never eaten dry food, and he even drank up a water bag in one gulp.

Mint looked at the young man who was reincarnated by the starving ghost, thought it was very interesting, and said in Chinese with a strange accent, "Nihao!" ”

The boy looked at her, a little curious, and then said something.

But unfortunately, Mint's Chinese doesn't stop there, she will also say "Saonima! "Almost all European and American players know these two sentences in Chinese. Of course, she knew that "Saonima" meant unfriendly and could not be used here.

“Sorry，I dont know Mandarin。” Mint said in English, spreading his hands, "But could you turn on the translator?"

“Turn what?“ The boy didn't seem to quite understand what she meant.

“Translator！” Mint was very patient, slowly repeated, compared to the appearance of a headphone, thought about it, selected his translator in the explicit mode, a flash of light, Mint had a Bluetooth headset on his ear. As a globally synchronized virtual game, a translator is a must-have, but for privacy reasons, if the player does not activate his own translator, no one else will be able to translate his words directly.

The boy seemed to understand, and after fumbling for a while, a Bluetooth headset also appeared in his ear.

"Hey! Do you understand what I'm saying? "Finally, the two sides can communicate.