Outside,The storm that swept the entire Far Moon School Park is coming,But Mo Wen, who is the corner of the storm, is still living a happy life.,Although he is currently a little interested in the woman of Kasumigaoka Shiyu,But in comparison,He prefers to do something lighter.。 Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wearing the NERvGear helmet, Mo Wen once again entered the world of Ayn Grant.

The sun hung high in the blue sky, not too harsh, and the air was dry and fresh, a bit like a desert, but more lively and lively than that. The carved stone houses line the streets neatly on both sides, and although they are not very tall, these European-style buildings are very flavorful, and they look like the Mediterranean towns of old times.

Sparse players walk the streets, looking hurried, and occasionally a few players with stalls on the ground are bargaining with other players trying to sell their unwanted goods.

Although he hadn't logged in for a while, in Mo Wen's eyes at the moment, Ayn Grant was still as beautiful and charming as ever.

It's just that just a moment later, he frowned, and subconsciously felt that something was wrong, not that the surrounding environment had changed, but that with the appearance of Mo Wen, the whole town had another extremely small and imperceptible change.

Because the body is virtual, even if Mo Wen has a superhuman reaction speed, he will inevitably need some equipment and medicines, so he has visited the city center and trading place on each floor a few times, under normal circumstances, every time he sees him coming, those ordinary players will be like seeing the plague god, one by one, hugging the head of the rat and avoiding it, for fear that one will be targeted by Mo Wen accidentally, but this time, although these players still dare not approach, they did not scatter and escape, but left more than ten meters later, Faintly surrounded Mo Wen, whispering one by one.

"He—He actually appeared, damn it, but at this time・・・・・・"

"What should I do, do you want to inform President Heathcliff that they are canceling the action?"

"No, I can't contact the captain!"

・・・・・・

His brows furrowed even tighter, looking at the players with nervous faces and as if they were facing a great enemy, Mo Wen hesitated for a moment, and then stopped paying attention to it, and strode towards the system store in the city.

The center of the city is a safe area, and if he doesn't use any cheating means, he can't hurt these players, and if he asks ordinary questions, Mo Wen doesn't think that there are any brave players who will stay and answer him - the name of the Black Death is not called in vain, and there is a saying in the current SAO game, 'If any player dies, if he is not killed by monsters or suicide, then he is killed by the Black Death!' Although Mo Wen did not take the initiative to attack players on a large scale except for the killing ring on the day of the opening of the server, the horror and fear he brought to everyone have not been forgotten until now.

There is no way to get the information he wants, and with Mo Wen's wisdom, he naturally won't waste any more time, and he wants to finish his shopping quickly at the moment than play a guessing game with these players, and then go out to take a look at the scenery on this floor.

It's just that soon, Mo Wen understood that something big had really happened in Ayn Grant today, because this group of players who are usually timid as mice had the courage to follow him this time.

Masked players with their heels behind them, players walking around as if they were passing by, players pretending to be shopping but never looking at the goods, and everywhere Mo Wen went, there were teams of several people watching, making some movements that Mo Wen thought were full of flaws, but they thought they were hidden.

"Interesting! It seems that if I don't know what happened, I don't want to act casually! ”

Mo Wen's footsteps stopped, and a rare smile cracked into the corners of his mouth.

The unusual actions of the players aroused his rare interest, and with a slight roll of his eyes, he immediately turned around and rushed in the direction of the city gate, and the speed was so fast that it disappeared around the corner of the street almost in the blink of an eye.

"Not good! It's been discovered! ”

The players who were originally slowly dangling beside Mo Wen were completely dumbfounded when they looked at this scene, looking at each other, one player took the lead in shouting, and then several of them glanced at each other, gritted their teeth and chased in the direction where Mo Wen left.

But by the time they rushed to the corner, the street opposite was already empty, and there was no such thing as Mo Wen?

"Quick! Keep chasing, you can't lose his place! ”

"I'll inform the president!"

・・・・・・

In the midst of the noise, the trackers split up and began to run along the street in different directions.

And just as their figures gradually faded away, at the corner of the street, in a dark corner, the air floated like water waves, and Mo Wen's whole person slowly emerged.

Although it usually doesn't take long to level up, most of the skills are not proficient, but because he is always wandering alone in the wild, Mo Wen's latent level is surprisingly high, and under carelessness, those few trackers didn't notice that he didn't leave at all, but stayed where he was.

With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Mo Wen quietly followed the guy who was shouting to inform the president before.

It seemed that the target of the search was not in the city, and the two of them went out of the city one after the other, and then ran towards the west.

About an hour later, through the dunes and meadows, the tracker looked left and right, saw a mark on a rock, and plunged headlong into the dense forest on the edge of the layer.

Then it was another ten minutes of walking, and along the way, leaning on the marks on the trunks of trees and stones, the tracker turned left and right, and gradually came to the depths of the dense forest, where there was a white mist, in which the sound of shouting and killing and the sound of swords colliding could be faintly heard.

"No, no, President! The black, black Grim Reaper guy appeared, Kyle and they followed, and no news has come back so far! ”

Shouting and screaming, the tracker in front of Mo Wen rushed into the mist without any hesitation, unaware that he had brought the main master.

Looking at his back gradually disappearing into the mist, Mo Wen, who was following behind, opened his attribute panel, only to find that at some point, the communication column had become unusable, and I don't know if it was the influence of a special location or some kind of prop.

"Interesting!"

Although he had roughly understood what was going on, he had already come here, and Mo Wen didn't plan to leave just like that, and his whole figure flashed, and he also rushed into the mist.