The attrition was sudden and without any chance to counterattack, Palmer dragged Hart back to the table next to the chessboard round table. In this hellish place, this was the safest place for the time being.
Due to Hart's fall, there was one less player to roll the dice in each round, and the number of action points in the superposition calculation was reduced. This resulted in the Dawn's forward distance being shortened in each round.
Boluogo felt the pressure. In the previous board game, they fell under the tide of hordes of monsters and lost the game in the battle. But now a new crisis has appeared. If the attrition continues, they will be thrown every round.
The points will only become less and less, and the supply points close at hand will become out of reach.
"We need to pick up the pace."
Boluogo suggested, "Roll the dice as quickly as possible to resolve the incident quickly!"
In order to speed up the game and thereby speed up the number of rounds, Burlogo hopes that Hart will be strong enough to minimize the need for rounds.
Palmer looked up and asked, "What do you think Hart's nightmare will be?"
"The most fearful part of him," Gold explained.
Palmer did not continue to ask. From Gold's state of coexistence of madness and reason, Palmer could feel the horror of the nightmare, and looked at Hart with compassion and concern.
Burlogo asked, "What would Hart be afraid of?"
"I don't know," Palmer shook his head. He didn't know much about this friend. "He didn't tell me this."
This is probably the etiquette between adults. Hart would often go to drinking parties with Palmer and drink with him until dawn. However, he rarely told Palmer about his troubles.
Work protest.
No matter who it is, when everyone gets together, they all tell boring jokes, and then you say something to each other, like a stew, constantly adding jokes, turning the joke into weird shapes, and everyone laughs along with it.
Out of breath.
No one talks about sad things.
Palmer didn't know what Hart was afraid of.
"look."
Aimu's voice sounded, and she stood next to Hart, gently petting Hart and combing the messy hair, as if stroking a big dog.
"Just like me before, other people's strange eyes, different bodies, incompatible with society... This is what Hart is afraid of."
Hart's appearance as a beast is well known in the field, and everyone has long been accustomed to it. Hart can greet others calmly and chat about recent events, as if he is still an ordinary person.
But it's different after leaving the Bureau of Order. If Hart walks on the street, people will regard him as an exquisite doll. If he opens his bloody mouth, people will scream in horror.
Hart has been unable to integrate back into his original world. Since turning into a beast, he has hardly left the Bureau of Order. He has imprisoned himself in this world, even if he has done nothing wrong.
Everyone fell silent in unison, and Aimu rubbed Hart's face pityingly, hoping to share his pain, but she understood that there was nothing she could do.
Irwin picked up the dice and handed it to Boluogo, "If the wish card is drawn, it can allow us to escape from here."
Canary raised a question, "Leaving aside whether we can draw that card, who can guarantee that he will make such a wish after getting that card?"
"I will take you all away," Boluogo took the dice, "As for the reason... I don't like explanations, I prefer actions."
Palmer and Aimu did not speak. They stood on the side of Boluogo. They believed in Boluogo and Boluogo believed in them. There is no doubt about this. The real difference lies between Canary, Irwin and Cinderella.
among people.
"I hope I am a noble person. I should be the only one participating in this game. It is my responsibility to involve you."
Irwin said, "If I get that card, I'm going to make a wish for you guys to leave, and I'm going to keep playing."
Palmer was puzzled, "Is immortality so worth your obsession?"
"I know what you are going to say, about the cruelty of eternal life," Irwin quoted another story. "If you tell a child about the horror of fire, it will not quench his curiosity, but only he will be attracted by the flames."
Only after being burned will he truly understand your words."
Boluogo looked at Irwin carefully, "Are your words worthy of belief?"
"That's up to you."
Irwin looked directly into Bologg's eyes without giving in at all, "Noble people will not say that they are noble, but those who repeatedly mention it are extremely hypocritical... This sounds a bit paradoxical, but I really want to be
A noble person."
Although he is an author, Irwin is not good at defending himself. On the contrary, because he has lived alone for a long time, Irwin has very poor language skills. Sometimes he even forgets the words and stumbles when he speaks in a hurry.
Irving and Burlogo are somewhat similar in this regard. They will only state their attitudes forcefully and leave the rest to action.
Bologg turned to look at Canary. Bologg did not trust Canary. To be precise, he believed in Canary to a certain extent, but he did not trust the existence of Canary itself.
This is a bit awkward to say, but looking back at Bologo's experience, the doubts are obvious.
Boluogo thought that he was not under the control of the devil, but he always indirectly helped the devil. It was difficult to judge whether Canary was in such a state.
Irwin felt that he had dragged everyone into the Happy Garden, but Canary also had a ticket, and Canary also felt that he had accidentally dragged others into the quagmire.
But is this really the case? Is this coincidence deliberately created by the devil?
If so, then what is the purpose of the devils? Who is Happy Garden here for, the canary, Irwin, or even himself?
Boluogo turned his attention to the last person. Cinderella sat obediently on the chair. She did not directly participate in the fight against the monsters, but her body was still stained with a lot of blood.
Because of their status as potion masters and Amu's own fighting skills, Amu briefly told Cinderella how to use the weapon. Now Cinderella was playing with the dagger, imagining that she could use it to pierce the monster's body.
Throat.
Bologg tried to be suspicious of Cinderella, but when he noticed this, Bologg realized that he knew very little about Cinderella.
The cold rough house made of cement comes to mind.
Boluogo didn't ask questions, but raised his hand and rolled the dice. Externally there was pressure from monsters and even devils, while internally there was the fallen Hart and other people's unknown wishes.
The dice fell on the chessboard, and after a crisp impact, the dice were rotated. As always, the points were integrated and converted into forward values. The Dawn drove through most of the wilderness, and the supply point was within easy reach.
Bai Ou waved several slender arms with condensed blood, grabbed the deck of cards and handed them to others. Boluogo took the lead in drawing cards.
This time Boluogo still had the event card: Peaceful Time, and Baiou narrated, "Nothing happened, and the peaceful time is as precious as gold."
Palmer drew a card, "Event Card·Undetermined Good Luck."
Bai Ou's tone became weird, as if this thing shouldn't have happened, "An inexplicable good luck has come."
Cinderella flipped through the rule book and added. Not all players understand all card effects like Palmer.
"The player gets temporary good luck, and in the next few rounds, the success judgment interval will become wider."
Luck is an unpredictable factor. In order to use it reasonably in the game, the most obvious manifestation is the change in point requirements. After increasing the success judgment interval, Palmer can more easily throw a big success.
Palmer burst out laughing. He was so unlucky that he actually got lucky. This sounded like a black humorous joke. Before, Palmer could still joke about it and make the atmosphere lighter, but now
Palmer couldn't do it anymore.
A strong sense of unease spread in Palmer's heart, and he began to understand what Gold said. This damn game will break the most vulnerable side of your heart.
What was happening now brought with it a deadly sense of familiarity, causing Palmer to recall the day when he almost died and almost lost Church.
This is too bad.
In the subsequent card drawings, all benign events were drawn, but these events did not improve the current predicament much. Finally, it was Irwin's turn to draw cards, and he took out one card from the blood-stained card pile, and after turning over the card
In an instant, sharp fangs pierced out from the card frame and bit through Irwin's finger.
Cinderella reacted very quickly, and immediately stabbed out the dagger and penetrated the card with one blow, nailing it to the ground. Then a shrill roar sounded from the card, and a ferocious monster was seen screaming continuously.
"Disaster card: violent disaster."
Bai Ou was talking, and at the same time, heavy and powerful footsteps came from behind the carriages, and the coagulated blood flowed against the wind, as if emanating from countless accumulated corpses.
Please pay attention to your safety. I am fine for the time being, but I have been busy with these things recently.
