"The tree has fallen~" Atobe shouted at the top of his lungs, jumped up a few feet, and kicked hard on the tree trunk high up. This would ensure that the tree would fall towards the other side of the gorge.
It won't hit the players on this side.
The vine branches on the tree crown had rapidly withered and shrunk a few minutes ago, so they did not hinder the tree from falling. A few seconds later, the sounds of rocks and tree trunks rubbing against each other, and the sound of the wind blowing when the giant tree fell came one after another.
, and finally ended with a dull sound of falling to the ground.
"Ah~ I've always wanted to roar like this." Ji Lu fell to the ground, wiped his sweat, picked up the ax, and posed in a pose that he thought was cool.
Feng Bujue stepped forward, completely ignoring his traces, and headed straight for the severed tree roots.
"Aha! Equipment!" Feng Bujue immediately found what the man in the tree called "reward".
However, Brother Jue was not in a hurry to pick it up, because there are many items in the game that are bound after being picked up. If it is an equipment that is of no use to you but greatly improves it for others, you will get into trouble if you pick it up.
.
Fortunately, version 1.10 of Thriller Paradise has added a new feature. For items whose ownership has not yet been determined, players only need to look closely to see the description of the item. They do not have to hold it in their hands.
[Name: Pessimist’s Head]
[Type: Armor]
[Quality: Excellent]
[Defense: Medium]
[Attribute: None]
[Special Effect: Insight into the safe path to the ghost swamp]
[Equipment conditions: Choose Volkol as your faith]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: All reality begins with a dream, but not all dreams will turn into reality.]
This [Pessimist's Head] looks very much like the standard helmet of an ancient Roman soldier. At this time, this piece of equipment is embedded horizontally in a chopped tree root.
The man in the tree said "cut along my waist" earlier, which is an obvious reminder. If the player's entry point when cutting down the tree is too high or too low, they may miss the item.
"This one is for the believers of Wokol." After reading the description, Feng Bujue pulled the helmet out of the tree trunk, turned to the good-for-nothing uncle and said, "Well... I guess it will be used soon.
.”
The good-for-nothing uncle took a few steps forward. He took the helmet, observed it for a few seconds and said, "Sure enough, no matter which faith you choose, it will play a certain role at a certain time and place."
"Well, this shows that our strategy in choosing faith is correct." Honghu responded, "Looking back...if none of us chose Wisden, we wouldn't know the existence of this 'shortcut'; and if
If no one chooses Idient, there will be no way to cut down the big tree and find this piece of equipment."
"Actually... the choice made at that time was just to reduce the difficulty of passing the level." Feng Bujue poured cold water on it at this time, "At present, it seems that regardless of the benefits brought by each faith, forcibly breaking through
There are still ways..." He paused and then said, "If you don't know the shortcut, then find it yourself, or simply take a long way around; if no one can chop down trees with an ax, then risk taking the upper route and consume a few more bottles.
Antidote." He pointed ahead, "The ghost swamp after that will probably be the same. Without this [Pessimist's Head], we would probably face great difficulties, but... it would never be impossible.
Difficulties to solve.”
Brother Jue's words can be regarded as filling in the blind spots of his teammates' thinking. After a little thought, you can understand...the role of these beliefs is indeed great. But it is not a "must" condition for clearing the level.
The plot of choosing your faith is, to put it bluntly, a fine-tuning of the difficulty of the subsequent scripts.
Teams that are more curious or consider the issue more thoughtfully are likely to make multiple choices and benefit from it. Teams that are conservative, or have a single and careless strategy may focus on one or two beliefs, resulting in
Later game progress becomes more difficult.
In short, everything is based on "choice".
There are obviously many variables in the previous plot of Lysend, the key branch of which lies in the option of "Wisden, God of Wisdom". There are three plot changes here: the first one, no player chooses Wisden
This faith. In that case... Lysander will vaguely point out the general direction of the faith temple to the players before leaving, but he will not reveal the shortcut.
The second type is what Brother Jue and the others are experiencing...someone chooses Wisden, and the question raised is related to the main mission. Under such a choice, Lysend will tell this shortcut, and then leave
.
The third type is that someone chooses Wisden, but the question asked has nothing to do with the main mission. Well... it's basically a death option. If the player does this, Lysander will leave directly and have no confidence in Faith.
Not a word was mentioned about the temple.
Of course, the above three are just one set of many variables. There are many other plot changes, such as "failed to complete side tasks", "actively triggering combat", "nonsense when choosing faith", etc.
Wait... Most of them are flags that will kill you at the first touch, so I won't go into details one by one.
…………
After cutting down the big tree, the five people quickly crossed the gorge and continued moving forward.
Behind the gorge mouth, it was still within the scope of the mocking woods. Therefore, after walking for more than a hundred meters, they were surrounded by a wave of curses.
However, the players are already accustomed to this, and just treat it as a rumor...
Atobe still acted as a vanguard, fighting through obstacles and opening up the way forward. After walking like this for a while, he suddenly said: "This forest is getting thinner and thinner..."
"It means we are getting closer to the edge of the forest." Feng Bujue continued.
While the two were talking, Atobe split open a vine wall blocking the road.
Suddenly, a strong smell hit my face...
"Fuck!" Atobe yelled, raised an arm to cover his mouth and nose, turned around and staggered back.
In the first second, the four people behind thought Atobe ran away because they saw some danger. But in less than two seconds, they all smelled the stench that came with the wind...
"Um...what's going on?" Tianma Xingkong put his palms together, covered his mouth and nose, and said angrily.
"You can't fart in this game... We can rule out the possibility that the smell comes from teammates first," Honghu said, covering his nose with his sleeve.
"Your analysis is the same as what you didn't say..." Uncle Good-for-nothing's reaction was the same as the former one, he also covered his face with his sleeves.
"Hmm... it should smell like shit." Feng Bujue stood at the front, covering his nose with his gloves, and thought thoughtfully.
"Damn! I took a big breath without being prepared..." Atobe had retreated to the very back and sat sideways on the ground, his face clouded, "I always feel that I have lost something important.
s things……"
"It just smells like shit." Feng Bujue replied in a relaxed tone, "As for acting like he's been spoiled?"
"I said... Crazy brother, why are you so sure it's shit?" Uncle Good-for-nothing asked this question in a weird tone, because he already had some bad assumptions in his mind.
"Oh, it's like this... When I was in middle school, my natural science research project was-'Stink.'" Feng Bujue replied.
"Is your teacher crazy?" Honghu blurted out his complaint. After saying this, he immediately thought of something else and continued, "You are the one who drove me crazy, right?"
"The assignment assigned by the teacher is 'free research', which means that you can choose the research project yourself." Feng Bujue said, "I hesitated for a long time between the 'complete crime' and 'stinky' topics. Considering
The former may cause misunderstanding, but in the end I chose the latter.”
"Afraid of causing misunderstanding, just do something a normal person would do! Just plant potted flowers, and then write an observation diary, that's all work!" Honghu roared, "Speaking of which... it's a complete crime.
Natural science?”
"In short... I classified human beings according to their tolerance to odors." Feng Bujue ignored the other person's complaints and began to explain with interest, "The mildest is 'acceptable', such as odor."
Things like tofu and garlic; then there's 'general disgust', such as farts, body odor, smelly socks, moldy food, etc.; and more serious ones are 'extreme disgust', such as corpses, shit..." He paused for two seconds.
, took a breath, "Finally, it's 'stinking beyond smell'. Substances in this level are the nemesis of human sense of smell, and can even directly harm us physiologically, such as hydrogen selenide, ethyl mercaptan, skunk, etc.
"
"And the smell in front of us..." Feng Bujue pointed in that direction with his eyes, "... it must be feces. It is undoubtedly the smell of indole and skatole. This is different from corpse odor.
Although it is also a derivative of intestinal bacteria, but..."
"Okay! Stop talking! The more you talk, the more disgusting you are!" Atobe used the ax as a support, stood up again, and shouted to interrupt Brother Jue, "This is not the point at all! Just say so."
Come on! What is there to discuss about this kind of thing!"
"Haha... What I said makes sense." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "I am creating a psychological 'disgusting defense line' for you so that you can better cope with the physical pressure that will follow.
"
"What do you mean?" Tianma Xingkong's eyes widened, "Are we going to continue to move forward despite this feeling?"
"Of course." Feng Bujue said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Do we still have a way out?"
"He's right..." Honghu continued, "There is no fork in the road here, and we can't go back... So, no matter how bad the smell ahead is, we have to go."
"Don't worry." Feng Bujue shrugged, "After a while, your sense of smell will become numb. If you really can't bear it, you will vomit a few times at most." He waved to Atobe, "Let's go, don't delay.
Time, whether it stretches or shrinks, is like a knife."
"Can I forcefully retreat? To be honest, I wanted to retreat from the beginning!" Atobe resisted with all his strength.
"Ah...it's okay, Atobe." Uncle Good-for-nothing continued weakly, "When we get to Shit Swamp...er...Ghost Swamp, I will be the one to lead the way."
"Hey! You just wanted to say shit swamp! You've already said it!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
