After fighting one battle after another, Bologe has gradually become familiar with this unfamiliar game. In addition to the identity card, there are also several equipment cards, which Bologe won in the incident.
Now his Swift Wolf Hunter has replaced a round of equipment, and even obtained a weapon enchanted by the Potion Master.
Bologg's role is currently the main output on the field. Hart assumes the function of a human shield. He and Bologg are in the front. Two potion masters rescue and strengthen them. Canary is located on the edge of the battlefield.
, helping two people to catch up when necessary.
As for Irwin... his identity as a bard is really useless. It can be said that Irwin is just a tool for throwing dice and making up game mechanics, but Irwin is having a lot of fun.
"I'm just an ordinary person, and it's the same in the game. This is the full sense of immersion."
Irwin looked at the chessboard intently. Everyone else felt bored, but Irwin himself really enjoyed playing.
Palmer muttered, "Speaking of which, you really like the profession of poet. Not only do you call yourself a poet, you also write it into a book, and you even play games as him."
"You are overthinking this."
Irwin rolled the dice without forgetting to crush Palmer's fantasy, "I just thought that there should be a narrator in the story of "Night Hunters". He happened to think of the profession of bard, so he added him to the story.
Here...the truth is not that complicated."
Palmer was at a loss for words, so he shouldn't have asked.
The atmosphere was a bit stuffy, and everyone was very absorbed in the game. They put themselves into the roles, made decisions carefully, and rolled the key dice nervously.
The center of the chessboard is the battlefield when the fighting event occurs. The periphery of the battlefield is the huge map of the game. They are distributed around the battlefield and the railway tracks run through it. When the Dawn arrives from the starting station to the terminal station, it looks like a huge road.
The snake has completely entangled the world of the chessboard.
As Hart draws an event card, the game reaches a critical stage.
"Event Card·Tide of Monsters."
Palmer narrated the story from the perspective of a narrator, "The night collapsed, and endless shadows emerged at the end of the field of vision. They were swaying like zombies, with a bloodthirsty desire, completely surrounding the Dawn.
You have nowhere to escape."
Hart's face turned pale. Among the many event cards in "Night Journey", Tide of Monsters is one of the worst. It is no longer an event card, but a disaster card and a group destruction card.
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When the player draws this card, he will be attacked by a large number of monsters. Before that, the player's characters have suffered numerous injuries in the previous journey. Only a few lucky and skilled players can carry out such an offensive.
Survive. Now except for Hart, everyone else is a new player.
As expected of a deluxe version, there were unexpectedly many monster chess pieces. Palmer arranged a large chess piece densely. He deliberately mocked Hart and took out an extra-large chess piece from the wooden box.
It was also the chess piece of a monster, but it was obvious that this monster's chess piece was extremely special, both in terms of size and the degree of sophistication of the piece.
Palmer said, "You can still try your luck with Tide of Monsters. If you draw this one, you're dead."
Hart didn't bother to pay attention to him and concentrated on the game at hand. He rolled the dice and it rolled out a bad value.
Big failure.
The monsters surrounded him, and their sharp claws tore into pieces Hart's shield and armor. In an instant, the iron-walled hunter became dying.
Aimu rolled the dice nervously, and then the role of the potion master came into play. If she could roll another big success, she could rescue Hart and let him break through the siege.
Lady Luck will not take care of the same person all the time. Aimu cast a mediocre value and performed an ordinary treatment on Hart. The amount of blood restored by this value was not enough for Hart to withstand the next round of attacks. At the moment
At the beginning of the first round, Hart was dead.
Bologg relied on his equipment and numerical advantages to eliminate several monsters. Canary also changed direction at the right time. She felt that Hart was hopeless, so she used more points to help Bologg deal with nearby monsters.
Palmer became excited, "Is the first attrition about to happen?"
Not only was the first loss of personnel, but amid Cinderella's wails, she also suffered a huge failure. This round of actions can be said to be of no use.
The monsters devoured Hart, pursued and intercepted them, and compressed the living environment of others. No matter how great Boluogo's equipment advantage was, he could not stop these hordes of enemies. Cinderella and Aimu invested all their points in
Even if it fell on Boluogo, it could not reverse Boluogo's fall.
When Palmer pronounced Burlogo dead, Burlogo actually had an unreal feeling. He was about to say that he was an immortal, how could he die, when he realized that this was just a game.
I am not an immortal in the game.
Unknowingly, Boluogo was immersed in this game. He did not expect that he would be so fascinated.
Now all the hunters blocking the front row were dead, and there was still a small group of monsters left, but it was this small group that overwhelmed them.
The two potion masters were unable to fight back under the attack of the monsters, and then there was Canary. Even though she was far away from the battlefield at the beginning, she was still in a desperate situation under the pressure of the monsters.
His limbs were cut off by monsters.
With the death of the last hunter, Irwin also lost the protection of his abilities and can now be killed.
The defeat of the game was already determined, but Irwin still rolled the dice repeatedly unwillingly. After running a marathon for several times on the chessboard, the panting mortal was finally overtaken by the monsters and cut into pieces.
"The Dawn failed to reach the end of the night, and the hunters also returned to dust unyielding..."
Palmer told the story, clasping his hands together as if he had combined a heavy book, and finished reading this chapter of the story.
Everyone did not speak, and all sympathized with the story they had narrated. Bologger looked at the chessboard. There were still a few squares left before the Dawn could reach the next supply point on the coast. Without this series of mistakes,
, they might be able to go longer.
It's just a game. Compared with personal decision-making and ability, luck also plays a crucial factor in the game.
"Do you want to continue?"
Palmer reshuffled the cards and looked at everyone with excitement. He was still full of energy, but the others were much tired. They were highly concentrated and immersed, which was a difficult task for everyone.
"Let's take a rest first," Boluogo suggested. "It's almost getting dark."
Looking out the car window, people noticed that the sky had darkened and the sun was sinking in the distant horizon. However, before the game started, the sky was still bright and blue.
"The thing about this game is that once you become immersed in it, time flies by quickly."
Palmer agreed with Burlogo, "Generally speaking, it would take at least a few days to finish "The Journey into the Night."
"So the guys in the Immortal Club love this game very much. The most important thing they don't lack is time. Serre also said that he would look for an opportunity to make a bigger board game. It would be best if he could play it for decades.
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It was really difficult for Palmer to imagine the board game described by Sere. Also, since he was not an immortal, it was difficult for him to understand Sere's abnormal view of time.
After the baptism of the game, the strangeness between the few people faded away, and they became familiar with each other. Aimu and Cinderella chatted about stories, and Hart put away the chessboard pieces and put them back into the wooden box.
As the host, Palmer should speak the most. Now his mouth is dry and he just wants to drink some water.
Irwin stood up reluctantly. The injuries from the Paradise incident had not yet healed. He was walking with a limp. He also wanted to drink some water to swallow the pills.
Suddenly, a warm feeling came from my chest.
Irwin stood there, his relaxed expression suddenly tense. He looked nervously at the people behind him. Everyone was resting in their seats and chatting, and no one noticed Irvin's strangeness.
Reaching into his arms, Irwin touched the hot thing and took it out.
That precious ticket changed, and the unpredictable time on the paper finally came to a standstill at this moment. It stopped changing and the time to board the train was determined.
Irwin looked up and glanced at the clock hanging at the end of the carriage.
