Chapter 781 When did you get infected?
Wait a minute!
Suddenly, everyone jolted awake, realizing that the excitement from the campfire had vanished.
Even the way everyone looked at the campfire carried a hint of indescribable fear.
This was the first time anyone had ever looked at a campfire like that; it was unprecedented in the history of the Sien Dungeon.
What people fear is not the campfire itself; the campfire is still a symbol of safety, a safe place to rest during a journey, combining many conveniences, and is God's greatest invention.
However, it is precisely because of its excessive convenience that it has become something people fear at this moment.
"Um... if we touch the campfire here, wouldn't that mean we'd never be able to go back?" Tammy raised a question that was on everyone's mind.
Yes, if they touch the campfire here, they will respawn right here when they revive.
This place is quite far from the disease village complex, located in the heart of the swamp!
this.
Although no one has found a way back to the upper level yet, what if the real path is actually hidden inside the buildings of the disease village? Wouldn't their operation just make things more difficult for themselves?
But if not, not touching the campfire is like making things difficult for yourself.
We've found ourselves in a dilemma.
"Captain, what do you think?" Tammy turned his gaze to Luluwo, and then everyone else looked over as well.
No, why are you looking at me like that? Let's be democratic and vote, okay?
Luluwo's lips twitched. She didn't want to make a decision in such an uncertain situation, lest she be blamed for making a mistake!
To be honest, Luluwo's exploration strategy for Blighttown was to play it safe.
She had already planned it out when she first saw the ominous name: she would have to explore this place slowly and painstakingly, as it was obviously impossible to meet the leader in one go.
And that's exactly what happened; they walked and somehow ended up in the swamp after descending from the sick village buildings.
Putting aside the fact that this swamp looks quite vast, it must contain many unknown things waiting to be explored.
They haven't even finished exploring the buildings in the sick village yet!
If we look at the progress bar, they've probably only explored about 40-50% of the way, only the most obvious "main road," and haven't explored any of the other hidden or branching paths.
She's always been a steady and methodical player, so in this situation, she'd probably only start exploring the swamp after getting the exploration progress of the disease village complex to 70-80%.
This swamp felt extremely dangerous to her, comparable to the danger level of the Sick Village complex; it's no wonder these two maps were placed together.
Lulu subconsciously touched her cheek and felt it was terribly cold. She realized that her complexion was not very good, which was to be expected. Who could have a good complexion after passing through Sicks Village?
She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt increasingly tired, and even a little exercise would leave her breathless.
Do other people experience this?
She glanced at Tammy and felt that he seemed quite healthy. As for the others, the Starfire Church's standard equipment inexplicably favored face-covering armor, and even the soldiers' faces were covered by helmets that looked quite cool, making it impossible to judge their physical condition from their complexion.
Am I just not used to the environment and climate of this sick village?
The filter mask's effect has almost disappeared. Although I've gotten used to the stench, it's still very real and will definitely have an impact on my health.
This is not a place to linger.
Luluwo had the idea of leaving, and they had already gained enough; it was time to go out and tell others the news.
Furthermore, unless we bring enough filtering masks or find some races that can tolerate the stench, such as the kobolds who would probably enjoy the environment, ordinary people will not be able to stay here on the next expedition.
"us."
Lulu paused for a moment and said, "Let's go back and explore that village first before coming to the swamp."
Turn back!
This might seem like a setback to the adventure's progress, but judging from the expressions of the others, they seemed to agree with it.
"My intuition tells me that there is an even greater danger ahead."
Nonsense, the leader might be secretly hiding in the swamp.
"I want to go back as soon as possible and tell Herve about the spell."
This is indeed of utmost importance.
"I'm so hungry, but I have absolutely no appetite here."
In short, it turns out these guys all want to go back, they're just looking for a mouth double, you bastards!
Luluwo's forehead bulged with veins in a grid pattern.
"Then let's go back!"
Seeing the new campfire appear before them, the group selected two people to touch it, as a way of preserving the possibility for the future.
After doing all this, the group turned back along the road they had come from and began to climb the dilapidated buildings of the sick village again.
Perhaps because they had delayed them a little, the road they came on was once again filled with monsters, forcing them to face a battle.
Fortunately, the group had gotten used to the stench and their fighting ability had improved. After so many battles, they had gained some understanding of the monsters' behavior patterns, so they wouldn't be caught off guard by unexpected attacks when they fought.
Combat efficiency was thus improved, and among all those present, Reed was probably the one who killed monsters the most enthusiastically.
Anyone who gets a new weapon, armor, magic, or other new gadget will be eager to try it out, and Reed is no exception.
He was hurling fireballs at the monsters with an extremely absorbed expression, and a large number of flames exploded on the monster horde in front of him, making the scene as lively as if it were New Year's Day.
Monsters like "spider" and "blood mosquito" have a natural high resistance to fire, but fat and thin zombies have no resistance to fire at all. Being hit by a fireball will result in death or serious injury.
Even if someone manages to break through the blockade and reach Reed, they will be slapped in the face and killed by Reed's incredibly fast-moving igniting flames.
This casting speed is so fast it defies logic; what kind of magic can be cast so instantly!
"How does it feel? Is this new magic any good?" a Starfire Knight asked from the side.
“This is sorcery, sorcery! It’s not the same as magic.” Reed corrected him, saying, “I feel like I’m a flame right now. I was originally very small, but I received a portion of the fire from my teacher, and now I can burn brighter and brighter.”
“Every time I cast a spell, I feel my flames growing stronger. As long as I keep casting my spells, they will burn brighter and brighter!” he said with a fanatical expression.
"Uh," Starfire Knight thought for a moment and said, "Isn't this just saying you get stronger the more you train? Why make it such a riddle?"
Reed rolled his eyes, feeling that the atmosphere he had worked so hard to create had been completely ruined.
He wasn't deliberately being cryptic to create atmosphere; his words just now reflected his genuine feelings while using the spell.
Even though he only had a faint feeling, he felt that sorcery must be something different from the magic they were using now.
Just then, a giant zombie suddenly rushed in from the side to attack. Reed noticed it, and he assumed that his companion, who was stronger than him, would also notice it, and might even be faster than him.
However, by the time the giant zombie roared and hurled the boulder it had picked up from the ground, the Starfire Knight barely managed to react. He lunged to the side, risking getting covered in filth, to finally dodge the heavy blow.
"What are you doing!?" Reed was shocked. He slammed a Flame Shot into the giant zombie's face, forcing it back, and then quickly helped his companion up.
"I...I don't know," Starfire Knight shook his head. "I was a little distracted just now."
"Is this the time to be distracted?!" Reed's shock was still palpable. They were elite troops, after all. How could elite troops be distracted on the battlefield?
But just as this thought popped into his head, his vision suddenly blurred for a moment.
The giant boulder was hurled at them by the giant zombie, and the two of them strangely forgot to dodge, and were immediately knocked over.
"Someone is injured! Go and help them!"
Luluvo saw what was happening and immediately helped block the enemy that Tammy was dealing with, instructing him to go and rescue Reed.
"Huh?"
The clubs of the two giant zombies came down, and she instinctively used her chains to block them, but the chains became weak and powerless in the next moment, and she was also knocked away.
"Ahem. What's going on?"
Luluwo sat down on the ground, her face full of surprise and doubt.
She suddenly felt like she had no strength left in her body.
Her body felt even colder than before, and not only that, her strength was waning, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.
What's even stranger is that he took two heavy blows head-on, but he didn't feel any pain.
Something's not right!
As if breaking through cognitive barriers, she suddenly discovered the abnormality within herself.
Was my body this fat before?
Beneath the leather jacket, it seemed as if countless tiny lives were wriggling wildly.
"I'm so tired, I can't muster any strength."
A soldier suddenly collapsed to his knees like a marionette with its strings cut, losing all his strength. Even with the enemy right in front of him, he couldn't lift his hand and could only repeat that he was so tired.
"I feel like there's something inside the helmet."
The soldier muttered to himself as if lost in thought, raising his almost exhausted arm to touch his helmet. After several attempts, he finally managed to find the buckle and seemed to exert a great deal of effort to remove the helmet.
"!"
Upon seeing the other person's appearance, Luluwo turned pale and covered her mouth.
Is there something on my face?
The soldier raised his hand and scratched his head, which was crowded with countless wriggling insects.
As he moved, the small insects fell like raindrops, looking like leeches.
At the same time, more and more soldiers took off their helmets.
Beneath everyone's equipment, something was writhing.
(End of this chapter)
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