However, Zhang Ye also knew that now was not the time to ask this question, because in his serious state, the huge figure of the Lava Demon God was already standing less than five kilometers away from him.
And those countless meteorites falling from the sky hit the ground like meteors and fire showers. Just like the alien creatures in Star Wars, a demonic monster will stand up in every meteorite crater.
Zhang Ye was very surprised. From what the sleeping sheep said before, he could tell that this was not the first time they resisted the attack of the Lava Demon. So how did they withstand it? You must know that it was a level 180 super boss.
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The sleeping sheep seemed to see the doubt in Zhang Ye's mind. He pointed at a level 120 violent demon next to him and said with a smile.
"Without these pets, we would all be dead a long time ago. For us players, those demon monsters smashed out of the crater are not only enemies, but also allies!"
Zhang Ye was stunned by the words of the sleeping sheep. He remembered his previous worries about the changes that enslaving demons might have on the glorious history, but at this time, he suddenly smiled in his heart.
There is absolutely no comparison between the flashy history and missions and his group of brothers. Even if he is facing a doomsday-like scene, Zhang Ye is not afraid. His heart gradually calms down. At this time, he thinks of something.
Suddenly he spoke.
"Are there any dwarf friends here who know level 110 crafting skills?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dwarf looked at him, with a trace of doubt and a trace of excitement in his eyes.
"My crafting skills are at level 106, and there are still 4 levels left. Brother Tornado, do you need anything?"
Zhang Ye was stunned. He didn't expect that there really was one here. Although it was still 4 levels away from level 110, there was still hope of reaching it. When Zhang Ye took out a crafting book from his backpack and traded it to the dwarf player, he could only
I saw the ecstatic excitement on his face.
"Xuan...Brother Xuanfeng, where did this manufacturing book come from?"
Nothing excites life skill players more than crafting books, materials, and recipes. He originally came here to find some hard-to-obtain crafting materials in the Lost Continent, and unfortunately he ended up in this place.
"Tornado Mall."
Zhang Ye smiled mysteriously, without revealing too much about his illness. This sentence made both the sleeping sheep and the phoenix smile. It seemed that Zhang Ye still hadn't lost the magic of his convulsive hand after his account was deleted.
"Brother Tornado, then I'm going to level up!"
The dwarf player didn't care about anything at this time. He dropped the weapon in his hand and ran towards the back. There was still a lot of materials in his backpack, enough for him to upgrade his level 106 crafting skills to level 110. All he needed was time.
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The Sleeping Sheep commanded the goblin engineers to build the Adventurer's Tower. He no longer had many acceleration gears and no rotating screws, so he needed to save the level 4 magic tower until it was needed more.
After Zhang Ye and others joined, their pressure was greatly reduced. At this time, no matter what history was, all players had to survive and complete the mission as their primary goal. When a large number of demon monsters were captured by players, they became
As a new force among the cannon fodder, the sleeping sheep knew that this time the devil's attack had been resisted.
"What on earth is going on?"
Zhang Ye looked at the sleeping sheep, and his heart stirred up again. Since entering Fuhua, every legendary mission he has received has never been easy, whether it is resisting the attack of the god of death, or the terrifying rebirth of the undead army in Zhongzhou, the Lost Continent
The dual threat of the black dragon and the lava demon.
"There is a woman in the city, and our mission is to protect this woman."
Zhang Ye was stunned by the sleeping sheep's words, woman?
"This woman is very mysterious. You can go take a look. Maybe you can trigger some tasks."
After Zhang Ye got some clues from the sleeping sheep, he came to Deyoer City alone. When he walked through the streets and alleys and came to a lonely courtyard, he saw the words in the sleeping sheep's mouth at first sight.
That woman.
This was a graceful woman. At first glance, Zhang Ye had an illusion. This woman looked like a player, because she had no NPC mark, no mark of level or special border, and she didn't even have a name.
This woman had been standing in the courtyard with her hands clasped together as if praying for something. But when Zhang Ye approached, the woman suddenly turned around, and there seemed to be tears on her indifferent face.
It was so lifelike. Even Princess Murphy'er, whom Zhang Ye saw several times, only had a few expressions, but they were not as rich as the woman in front of him. But when she saw Zhang Ye, she actually had a restrained temperament.
, the whole person became solemn.
"Young man, what's on your mind?"
Just like a chat between friends, Zhang Ye walked with the woman in the courtyard, looking at the fallen leaves all over the ground, with a desolate look on his face, as if he suddenly felt the same thing, he smiled bitterly and said.
"Why is there war in this world?"
As soon as Zhang Ye finished speaking, he stopped. Why did he suddenly say the same words as Zhiruo? He frowned, as if the scenes of the old soldier and Tang Yiyi's death appeared in his mind, and the scenes of residual blood and others.
The face flashed across his mind, causing him to let out a long sigh.
"Yes, why is there a war in this world? You die and I live, you live and I die."
The woman also sighed along with Zhang Ye's sigh, and the sadness she occasionally revealed seemed to be deeply touching. The two of them started walking forward again along the corridor and came to a dry fountain.
"What would you do if countless people died because of you?"
The woman's second question touched Zhang Ye's heart. He remembered that when they attacked Xianyang in Zhongzhou, the group of Somali Night players were not afraid of death. They ignored Feng Zhi's orders and fought with a burst of momentum.
The scene where he was sent to the Xianyang Palace.
And in the Lost Continent, covering the retreat of "Wrathful Flame", countless magicians died in front of his eyes, he thought for a while and then spoke.
"If it is possible to turn back, I will give up, but if it has already happened, I will avenge them."
Zhang Ye answered firmly. He was sure that this was his truest thought when facing this question. Then he saw the woman's smile. The joy that could not be concealed in her eyes made Zhang Ye stunned. Did he get it?
Her approval?
"You two have such contrasting views on the same issue."
The woman mentioned another person, which made Zhang Ye stunned. Could it be that there was someone else who triggered this conversation before him, was it the sleeping sheep?
It seems that if it is residual blood, it may indeed be different from your own values.
At this moment, a task prompt appeared in Zhang Ye's message bar.
"Do your best to end this war!"
Seeing this mission prompt, Zhang Ye was very confused. Is that all there was to it, without any clues?
Obviously there are many ways to end a war, defeat all enemies, or find an opening for negotiation, but is this possible?
Zhang Ye thought about the answers to his previous two questions. Is it possible for players, demons, ruins, disasters, and the dark world to coexist peacefully? At least in Zhang Ye's opinion, this is absolutely impossible.
After he said goodbye to the woman, he left there and saw Xu Yin waiting outside, and he walked over quickly.
"Dear, I just made a decision."
After hearing Xu Yin's words, Zhang Ye was slightly startled. Xu Yin paused and continued.
"I think... I'll stop playing games."
After hearing these words, Zhang Ye was shaken violently. He looked at Xu Yin with a look of disbelief, wondering why she would make such an incredible decision.
