Drip.

A virtual screen flashes on the desktop.

Charr didn't blink, read the information he had searched for, and read for a long time before he exhaled and turned off the virtual projection equipment.

It's night, squinting at the position of Zhang Ze next to the bed, the whole person is nested in the game simulation chair, with silver seat belts buckled on his feet and waist, and the slightest electric light is disappearing into the skin through the silver belt, stimulating blood and cells.

The underside of the chair is not empty, but a three-dimensional metal box encased. This is a simple life-sustaining system that comes with the simulation chair, and under normal circumstances, the nutrient solution stored in it can support players to swim in the virtual world for three days without sleep.

Glancing at the time displayed by the electronic wall clock in the dormitory, at 22 o'clock, at this moment, Zhang Ze must have brought a large group of friends into the dark half-plane, maybe they were fighting.

And his battle is about to begin.

"Welcome back, Holy Presence."

Reconnecting to the game, accompanied by a familiar melodious female voice, as soon as his consciousness entered the virtual world, Charles felt the night breeze blowing in his face, and his whole body was cool.

Standing on the tower of the megalithic fortress, where he had gone offline more than an hour earlier.

The rotunda on the ground floor of the tower is the meeting point agreed between Charles and Malthus. Charles was not in a hurry, leaning on the battlements of the wall, carefully observing the shadowy fires in the fortress from a high place, and had a plan in mind.

Fundamentally, his intentions are completely different from the players and aborigines who come here.

It can be said that everyone but him has the idea of killing Alyssa and receiving the royal reward, but Charles has come to seek the protection of the Blight.

The Pale Lord Duru or outside the fortress. Or inside the fortress. Or staring at him. Or looking for him, in short, if this nail is not removed, it will be difficult for Charles to have peace of mind for a while. He went offline in front, not only to find the information of the 'Glory Alliance', but also to avoid Duru.

Go down the dilapidated stone staircase.

On the ground floor of the tower, in the rotunda, several bags of marijuana have been piled up, with a strong smell of bacon and air-dried meat. Filling the hall from the mouth of the bag.

Of course, in addition to the dried meat, there are also sheepskin water bags, dry food, and as for forage, there is no need to prepare it because no one comes on horseback.

"That's it!"

The little wanderer, 'Big Rat, Big Rat', gave a thumbs up to the priest who had just walked down the stairs.

"It's time to go."

Malthus is directing the orc warrior 'Gollum' to pack the sacks into the backpack space, and he has a high physique attribute and a strong weight-bearing ability, so he naturally has to play the role of a servant. It seems that the team has always called him that way. 'Gollum' didn't complain, he smirked and bowed down and was busy.

"Didn't Doreen bring back the news?" Charles asked, looking down the hall.

"I'm back." The black-robed mage leaning on the threshold of the hall interjected in real time. In just a few seconds, even the half-orc warrior with the lowest perception attribute heard the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps.

The female druid Doreen burst in, followed by a pale blue wolf spirit.

“…… Call...... Charles, you're right, the bounty hunters have gathered together, and they are secretly discussing something, most likely related to the dungeon! ”

Doreen gasped and said, "Just outside the megalith fortress, to the northeast, there is a rift valley several kilometers long, which seems to lead straight to the galaxy. Bounty hunters set up camp on the edge of the rift. ”

"We took the fortress from the front, but the Blight and the Dark Knight slipped through the back door of the fortress?" Charles was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed.

"Without further ado."

Malthus said in a deep voice, a sense of urgency in his voice.

According to the plan agreed in advance, it is to infiltrate the dungeon with the bounty hunters and become the second or third group of visitors. The things of the dungeon can't be hidden for long, and other aborigines and players are not stupid, but if you can get in front of these people and enter the dungeon first, the benefits will be much higher.

The female druid Doreen didn't talk nonsense, but as soon as she entered the door, she turned her head straight out of the door, and the small wanderer, the half-orc warrior and the black-robed mage, followed in turn, leaving Malthus and Charles behind.

"That money, after exploring, return to Susar, and I will mail it to you personally." As he stepped over the collapsed wooden door, Malthus turned his head sideways and said solemnly.

"No problem."

Charles nodded.

The reason for Malthus's borrowing was nothing more than that before Charles went offline, he proposed to him to buy food resources and fresh water at double the price with other players.

The team of the 'Glory Alliance' was in a hurry when they went out, and they set off without even summoning all the members, and Malthus, as the leader, could not be like Charles, who often carried a huge amount of money of tens of thousands of gold coins.

So Charles lent out a thousand gold coins to solve Malthus's financial dilemma, and at the same time made the adventure smooth, and won the gratitude of Malthus's people by the way.

This ticket is a good deal.

After checking the information of the 'Glory Alliance' offline, Charles was full of interest in this large team that had only been established for half a month, but had a large number of elites.

Walking along the broken stone path of the fortress, after a quarter of an hour the crowd stood in front of the rift that Doreen had spoken of.

The wind swirled and howled in the rift, but fortunately, the six members of the team were all professionals, and even if they stood on the edge of the rift and looked down, they would not be blown into the abyss by the wind.

The darkness of the rift valley in the middle of the night naturally exudes a dangerous aura in the silence. Charles didn't blindly activate the pendant ornament, because he knew that even if he used [Dark Vision], he could measure how deep the rift was, what was inside, and what the environment was.

"All that bunch of bounty hunters are gone......"

The light blue wolf spirit, flashing from the improvised camp dozens of meters away, stopped at Doreen's feet, and stared at the female druid with ghost eyes, as if to convey a message.

This is not a druid's animal companion, but a power spell that summons the spirit of nature to obey the commands, and is time-limited. Doreen listened and said to the crowd, "The wolf spirits say that their aura has disappeared at the edge of the rift, where there are large eerie wooden stakes. ”

"Stakes?" Charles' eyes flickered, "Let your wolf spirit lead the way." ”

Doreen immediately spat out strange words at the wolf spirit, and the wolf soul nodded. And they ran on the rocky ground.

"Follow-"

Malthus waved. Lead the squad around the bounty hunters' camp.

Soon. A large piece of crooked, the shadow of the dilapidated pillar came into view, and when they got closer, they found that this was actually a dozen totem stone pillars, with peculiar patterns on them, and even scribbled words.

"Black robe!" Doreen called out to the mages in the group, "You go and read the text on the pillar, the bounty hunters must have deciphered the information." ”

"Good!"

Hearing this, the black-robed mage walked to the nearest stone pillar to him. With a wave of his staff, he threw out a simple interpretation spell, and then shook his head and said, "No, this is a script of a different race, I don't have enough knowledge and skills, and I didn't pass the test." ”

"I'll do it."

To everyone's surprise, the pastor who had just joined the team took the initiative to ask.

'Knowledge' is the main skill of the profession of priests and mages, but according to people's impressions, the knowledge of pastors is always not as profound as that of mages. In particular, Malthus and Doreen knew the details of the black robe, and even he failed. Nasusar's other mage players also didn't want to decipher the message of the totem pillar.

In fact, Charles dared to stand up like that. must have their own confidence.

The reason is Ogma's blessing (intense).

As for the effect of the blessing, Charles had verified it in the Gisyankee ruins of the Dark Half-Plane, and since the blessing could help him gain insight into the truth about the ancient ruins of the Gisyankees, it would now also help him decipher these stone pillars.

"Character Verification ......"

"Passed the knowledge test, and the result: goblin writing."

Charles stared at him, wiped the dust from the stone pillar, followed the words that had been rearranged and combined in his field of vision, and read, "...... Danger Zone, Grounded! ”

Move on to the second stone pillar.

"Whoever steps in it will die! The souls of the dead will fall into the abyss forever, and they will not rest! ”

The third stone pillar.

"Hey, man, no matter who you are, what profession you are, or what race you come from, listen to the sincere advice of a goblin friend...... This is the abyss of death, and there is no return......"

There is no need to look at the fourth pillar anymore. Charles found that the pillars were covered with goblin writing of threats and warnings, and the smell of trying to cover them up was too ridiculous.

Malthus and Doreen followed behind him, and as they listened to his words, they were all speechless.

This is clearly to tell adventurers that there is something strange about Rift.

"Rope! Those totem pillars in the distance are tied with thick ropes! ”

Suddenly, the orc warriors in the ranks, who had been silent, let out a dull thunderous voice. The half-orcs have their own [Shimmer Vision] racial talent, and the other five people in the team are all normal humans, and without activating props or using magic, their vision is naturally not as good as his.

"Let's take a look."

The rift valley snakes out into the galaxy, twisting and turning, allowing only an adult to cross at its narrowest point and 30 feet wide at its widest point. The rope that 'Gollum' spoke of was firmly tied to the stone pillar at the widest part of the rift, and the other end hung down into the darkness of the rift, and it should lead somewhere.

"There are a lot of campfire ashes spread around."

"There are old and new years, and the most recent ash is at least a little over a month ago......," the little wanderer 'Big Rat' probed around and returned to report.

"Go down?"

It was still the orc warrior 'Gollum' who was straightforward, grabbed a rope the thickness of his arm, and said with an urn voice.

Malthus and Doreen looked at each other, clearly decided, but they both looked at the priest in the group with inquiring eyes.

"Down."

"It's better for the bounty hunters to go down first and step on some traps for us."

Now that they've all come here, the Charr certainly won't turn back, and it's impossible for them to turn back, and the Pale Lord Duru may be watching him somewhere in the back, looking for an opportunity to retrieve the Stone of Ion.

And he must get Alyssa's asylum as soon as possible. (To be continued......)

PS: A wave of travel is slightly injured, the update rhythm has been disrupted, and the top pot is hidden first (/□\)