"The tree has fallen~" Traces shouted at the top of his voice, and at the same time jumped up several feet and kicked the high tree trunk. Doing so will ensure that the tree falls towards the other side of the gorge and does not hit the players on this side.

The vine branches in the canopy had withered and shrunk rapidly a few minutes earlier, so they did not hinder the fall of the tree. Seconds later, the sound of rocks rubbing against tree trunks, the whirring of wind as the giant tree fell, ended with a dull thud falling to the ground.

"Ah~ I've always wanted to roar like this." After the trace landed, he wiped his sweat, shouldered the axe, and put on a pose that he thought was very handsome.

Feng Bujue stepped forward, completely ignoring the tracks, and went straight to the severed root.

"Aha! Equip! Feng Bujue found the "reward" that the man in the tree said for the first time.

However, Brother Jue didn't rush to pick it up, because now there are a lot of items in the game that are bound after picking up, and if it is a piece of equipment that is useless to himself and has a great improvement for others, then picking it up will be in trouble.

Fortunately, the 1.10 version of Thriller Land has added a new feature that allows players to see the description of the item by simply looking at it closely, and not necessarily holding it in their hand.

[Name: The Pessimist's Skull]

[Type: Armor]

【Quality: Excellent】

[Defense: Medium]

[Attributes: None]

[Special Effect: Insight into the Safe Path of the Ghost Swamp]

[Equipment Condition: Choose Wokol as Faith]

[Can I bring out the script: No]

[Note: All reality begins with dreams, but not all dreams become reality.] 】

The "Pessimist's Skull" resembles the standard helmet of an ancient Roman soldier, and the equipment is now embedded horizontally in the severed roots.

The phrase "cut along my waist" by the man in the tree is a more obvious hint. If the player's entry point is too high or too low when cutting down a tree, they are likely to miss out on this item.

"This one is for the believers of Wakol." After reading the instructions, Feng Bujue pulled the helmet out of the trunk, and turned to Uncle Waste Wood and said, "Hmm...... It is estimated that it will be used soon. ”

Uncle Waste Chai took a few steps forward, took the helmet, observed for a few seconds, and said, "Sure enough, no matter which faith you choose, it will play a certain role in a certain time and place." ”

"Well, that shows that we were doing the right thing when it came to choosing our faith." Honghu replied, "Look back and think about it...... If none of us choose Westen, we won't know where the 'shortcut' exists, and if we don't choose Idiant, we won't be able to cut down the tree and find the equipment. ”

"Actually...... At that time, the choice was just to reduce the difficulty of clearing the customs. "At present, it seems that putting aside the benefits brought by various beliefs, the method of forcibly breaking through is still a ......" He paused for a moment, and then said, "If you don't know a shortcut, then find it yourself, or simply take a long detour; No one can chop down a tree with an axe, so take the risk of going down the upper route and consuming a few more bottles of antidote. He pointed ahead, "The ghost swamp after that, most of the same. Without this [pessimist's head], we would have faced great difficulties, but ...... That will never be an insurmountable difficulty. ”

Brother Jue's words can be regarded as filling the blind spot of his teammates' thinking. With a little thought, you can figure it out...... These beliefs do play a big role, but they are not a "must" condition for clearing the level.

The plot of choosing faith is, to put it bluntly, a fine-tuning of the difficulty of the script later.

Teams that are more curious or thoughtful are likely to choose more than one and benefit from it. Those who are conservative, or have a single-minded and sloppy strategy, may concentrate on one or two beliefs, which will make the progress of the game more difficult.

In short, a qiē is built on the basis of "choice".

There are obviously many variables in the plot of the former Sender, and the key branch of it lies in the option of "Westden, the God of Wisdom". There are three story variations here: First, no player chooses the Westen faith. In that case...... Lesende will cryptically point out the location of the Temple of Faith to the player before leaving, but he will not reveal anything about the shortcuts.

The second is the kind of ...... that Brother Jue is experiencing. Someone chose Westen, and the question was related to the main quest. With such a choice, Lesende will say the shortcut and then leave.

The third is that someone chooses Westen, but the question asked has nothing to do with the main quest. What's this...... It's basically a death option. If the player does so, Lesende will simply leave, leaving nothing to say about the Temple of Faith.

Of course, the above three are only one of many variables. There are many other plot changes, such as "failed to complete side quests", "actively triggering battles", "nonsense when choosing beliefs", and so on...... Most of them are flags that die at the touch of a button, so I won't elaborate on them one by one.

…………

After cutting down the big tree, the five quickly crossed the gorge and continued on their way.

Behind the mouth of the gorge, it is still within the range of the taunting woods. Therefore, after walking more than 100 meters, they were surrounded by scolding.

But players are already surprised by this, just think it's rumor......

The trail is still acting as a pioneer, overcoming obstacles and blazing a trail forward. After doing this for a while, he suddenly said, "This forest is getting thinner and thinner......

"It means we're getting closer to the edge of this wood." Feng Bujue answered.

While the two were talking, the trace department happened to split a vine wall blocking the way.

Suddenly, a strong stench came to my face......

"it!" He cursed, raised an arm to cover his mouth and nose, turned around and staggered back.

In the first second, the four people in the rear thought that the track department saw some danger before running. But in less than two seconds, they all smelled the foul smell that came with the wind......

"Hmm...... What's the situation? He put his palms together, covered his mouth and nose, and said angrily.

"You can't fart in this game...... The possibility that the smell is coming from a teammate can be ruled out first. Honghu covered his nose with his sleeve and said.

"Your analysis is the same as what you didn't say......" Uncle Wastewood's reaction was the same as the former, and he also covered his face with his sleeves.

"Hmm...... It should be the smell of. Feng Bujue stood at the front, covered his nose with his gloves, and said thoughtfully.

"Damn! I took a big inhap unprepared...... "Traces had now retreated to the rear, and sat on his side, his face clouded, "I always felt like I had lost something important......

"It's just a smell of." Feng Bujue replied in a relaxed tone, "As for putting on this appearance of being played badly?" ”

I said...... Crazy man, why are you so sure it's? Uncle Wastewood asked this question in a strange tone, because he already had some bad speculations in his heart.

"Oh, that's right...... When I was in middle school, my natural science research project was 'smelly'. Feng Bujue replied.

"Your teacher is crazy, aren't you?" Honghu's complaint blurted out, and after saying this, he immediately thought of something, and continued, "You drove me crazy, right?" ”

"The assignment assigned by the teacher is 'free research', which means that you can choose the research project by yourself." "I hesitated for a long time between the topic of 'total crime' and 'smell', and considering that the former might cause misunderstanding, I finally chose the latter. ”

"I'm afraid of causing misunderstanding, so you can do something that a normal person would do! Plant potted flowers casually, and then write an observation diary, and that's all there is to it! "Then again...... Is total sin considered a natural science? ”

"Anyway...... I categorized them according to their tolerance to odors. Feng Bujue ignored the other party's complaints, and began to explain with interest, "The slightest is 'acceptable', such as stinky tofu and garlic, and then 'general disgust', such as fart, fox odor, stinky socks, moldy food, etc.; The stricter ones are 'extremely disgusted', such as corpses,......" He paused for two seconds and changed his breath, "Finally, it's 'smelly', the substances in this level are the nemesis of the human sense of smell, and can even directly harm us physiologically, such as hydrogen selenide, ethyl mercaptan, skunk, etc. ”

"And the smell in front of us ......" Feng Bujue gestured in that direction with his eyes, "...... It must be, it was undoubtedly the smell of indole and skoin. This is different from corpse odor, although it is also a derivative of intestinal bacteria, but ......"

"Alright! Say no more! The more you talk about it, the more disgusting it becomes! With an axe as a support, he stood up again, and interrupted Jue Ge with a shout, "That's not the point at all!" You say yes, okay! What the hell is there to discuss about this kind of thing! ”

"Huh...... When I say this, it naturally makes sense. Feng Bujue smiled, "I'm trying to build a 'nausea defense' for you psychologically, so that you can better cope with the next physiological pressure." ”

"What do you mean?" His eyes widened, "Do we still want to continue to move forward with this smell?" ”

"Of course." Feng Bujue said in a natural tone, "Is there still a way out for us?" ”

"He's right......," replied Honghu, "there is no fork in the road, and we can't turn back...... So, no matter how bad the smell is, we have to take it. ”

"Don't worry." Feng Bujue shrugged his shoulders and said, "After a while, the sense of smell will be numb." I couldn't help it, and at most I vomited a few times. He waved his hand towards the trace, "Let's go, don't waste time, it's a knife to stretch out and shrink your head." ”

"Can I force myself out? Seriously, I wanted to quit in the first place! The trace resisted hoarsely.

"Ah...... It's okay, Trace. Uncle Waste Wood answered weakly at this time, "When you get to the poop swamp...... Belch...... The ghost swamp will be replaced by me to lead the way. ”

"Hey! You just wanted to talk about the poop swamp! It's all been said! ”RS