Every time Wei Youfang knew the horror of this monster from someone else's mouth, he would refresh his conjecture about these monsters. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But Wei Youfang's imagination also has an end, and Wei Youfang's conjecture is still very different from reality in the end.

Wei Youfang couldn't find an adjective to describe the number of monsters in front of him, and how he felt it.

Innumerable, as numerous as a cow's hair, shoulder to shoulder, the number of sand in the Ganges, full of pits and valleys...... Wei Youfang said all the adjectives he knew, and these adjectives all matched, but they were incomplete.

After Wei Youfang saw these monsters, he felt a little ridiculous, laughing at his previous actions to encourage the three armies.

Does encouragement help defeating these monsters?

I can tell you for sure, it's useless.

The only way to defeat them is to die.

Wei Youfang was looking at the monster, and the team members behind him were looking at Wei Youfang.

The team members behind him were waiting for Wei Youfang to give an order, waiting for Wei Youfang to give this impetus.

Wei Youfang looked at the monster, his heart trembled, he was also waiting, waiting for his heart to be strong enough to give himself a motivation, so that he could release himself and push his team members.

"All ready, the first battle begins!"

Wei Youfang himself didn't expect that his heart would be strong to this point, is this a surprise he gave himself.

As a warrior, Wei Youfang naturally had to rush to the forefront and assume the responsibility of a warrior.

The strength of this monster is a little weaker than the monsters that Wei Youfang encountered before that can add BUFF to himself, Wei Youfang fights like chopping melons and vegetables, and the monster dies one by one like leeks, but it keeps growing again.

The scene of this battle is very similar to a lawn mowing game with the theme of the Three Kingdoms that Wei Youfang likes very much, but Wei Youfang did not experience the exact same pleasure in the game.

There are a lot of monsters, so many that as long as Wei Youfang stops for a second, he will be pounced on by countless monsters and take a bite, although most of these monsters will not bite Wei Youfang, but the bite of each monster is like a mouthful of formic acid spit on the bones of an ant, no one knows which one will hurt him, or kill him.

Therefore, Wei Youfang could only attack and wave without slacking off for a moment.

But people are not machines, no, even if they are machines, there are times when they run out of energy.

Wei Youfang finally withdrew.

But what greeted Wei Youfang after that was the cruelest thing in the world.

Because after Wei Youfang withdrew, looking at the group of monsters in front of him that had not changed in the slightest, he didn't even know how many monsters he had killed.

He even felt that he had a dream before the battle, that he had killed the monster in his imagination.

At this time, Wei Youfang really realized what kind of despair in Mo Xia's mouth was.

After the battle, everyone who returned to the Phantom Camp was silent.

How Wei Youfang wished that they didn't have the strength to speak just because they were exhausted and tired.

But the look in their eyes couldn't deceive Wei Youfang, and Wei Youfang couldn't deceive himself.

After this first battle, Wei Youfang's squad was wiped out.

Since it is a group annihilation, it naturally includes Wei Youfang himself.

A team of walking dead staggered back to their rooms.

Wei Youfang returned to his room and lay on the bed, his mind blank.

Hehe, yes, how can a corpse have an idea, of course it's a blank.

There is no sunrise or sunset in this fantasy world.

Of course, because the builders of this illusion world have no need for this black and white alternation.

The builders of the illusion world are naturally ordinary illusionists, and the reason why they have no need for sunrise and sunset is because they are fighting all the time.

Wei Youfang and the others went to rest because their strength was exhausted. But these illusionists can't go. Because once they go to rest, the whole defense line collapses, and this side of the world is over.

And when this world is finished, it is very likely that the monsters that overflow will destroy the other worlds that are still struggling to resist.

Therefore they did not dare to retreat, nor could they retreat.

Qing Ling'er came to the house of Wei Youfang and the others again, but still didn't find any movement.

It had been two days since Wei Youfang's people fought for the first time.

Qing Ling'er knew why they didn't come out, and Qing Ling'er understood their desperate feelings.

Because Qing Ling'er had felt this way before, but in the end, he was saved by those powerful illusionists who had passed away.

Yes, save, because Qing Ling'er at that time, like Wei Youfang and others today, has lost her soul.

Qing Ling'er wanted to save them, just like the powerful illusionists who saved them in the first place.

Qing Ling'er was not afraid that losing their group of combat power would cause the battle line of this illusion world to collapse. It's that Qing Ling'er saw people who had a similar experience to herself, and she couldn't bear it, and wanted to save these people and save her former self.

Qing Ling'er walked outside Wei Youfang's door and knocked on the door.

There was no reaction inside the door, not a single sound.

"Open the door, I know you're awake. Qing Ling'er shouted.

There was still no response from inside the door.

"I have something to tell you, just listen to it, it's okay if you don't open the door. Qing Ling'er said.

"I understand how you're feeling right now, but I still want to say that you're a bunch of bastards. "No one thought that a fresh beauty like Qing Ling'er would burst into foul language at the first sentence.

"May I ask yourself, what was your purpose here?"

"Is your goal just to defeat these monsters on the surface?"

"I can't say anything to get you back up in spirit, I just want you to ask yourself, do you remember what you meant to be?"

Qing Ling'er turned around and left.

He knew he couldn't say too much, and it wasn't that the more he said, the more they understood.

Now they are like a medicine, and the real cure lies in themselves.

Qing Ling'er turned around and walked a few steps, and suddenly heard a knock on the door behind her.

"Anyway, thank you for your kindness. ”

Qing Ling'er didn't turn around to look back, she just waved her hand, she knew that her words had entered Wei Youfang's heart, as for whether Wei Youfang could heal himself, it was not something that Qing Ling'er could control.

Wei Youfang didn't say anything, he looked at Qing Ling'er quietly, until he disappeared from vision, Wei Youfang slowly closed the door, returned to his bed, and lay down again.

This time, there seemed to be more emotion in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

But the furrowed eyebrows, as if to tell others, he didn't think clearly.