"Be careful, there are a lot of traps here. If they are triggered, you will not need to participate in this mission."
"Your family will be happy to see you idiots, and my name, on the monument to the next batch of brave men in the kingdom!"
The brave captain whispered to the eager team members behind him. The faces of these young people were filled with excitement, excitement and a touch of fear...
They are the bravest, or reckless, group of people in the kingdom. After all, Bowser's reputation is not spread through fairy tales.
But there are always things that people need to do, no matter how absurd it seems...
What's more, the weight of fame and glory is enough for these young brave men to put life and death at risk, and death will also bring enough value - just to their families.
A group of snapping turtles flew over the head of the brave team that was lying on the corner of the rock. Suddenly, the brave captain lowered his voice and made gestures to remind the team members to stay still.
The snapper's gliding flight style based on swan wings does not allow them to detect enemies directly below them, but this does not mean that its hearing will be damaged as a result.
This subtle battle between the kingdom and Bowser has been going on for a long time, and now the monsters in Bowser's monster kingdom have become very sensitive to human voices.
"Captain, what should we do?"
Watching Pat Turtle retreat, a young brave man lowered his voice and asked.
"More than 80% of the brave men died outside this area. As long as we enter, it will be the 80% of the brave men who are outside."
For some reason, the brave captain didn't respond directly to him, but said something else.
He was supposed to be a silent person, but now faced with this situation, he needed to have a good talk with these young people who he thought were good enough.
"Would that make our death... pension higher?"
A rather thin-looking brave man said this, which made other brave men look at him with somewhat strange eyes.
"Pension? Listen, what you should be thinking about is how to survive and complete the mission!"
"I don't want to say any exciting nonsense, but you have to know that I want you to live, not die in this damn, cold monster country!"
The brave captain looked a little angry. He lowered his voice and shouted at the thin brave man in a dull voice.
But for a moment, he seemed to have been drained of strength, his face looked full of gloomy colors, and then in a period of oppressive deathly silence, he looked at the brave men around him and said:
"Listen, this is the last time I tell you idiots..."
The brave captain paused, and then said in a low voice:
"Survive..."
At this time, there was suddenly a violent vibration on the ground, and at the same time, there was a huge muffled sound in the distance, like thunder.
Mixed with Snap Turtle's dying cry, all the members of the brave team instantly felt a layer of gloom in their hearts.
No one spoke, they just lay on the ground.
Even if they don't know what's happening ahead, even a group of Snap Turtles can force them to temporarily avoid the edge. They don't have the courage to participate in an incident where even the Snap Turtles are nothing more than cannon fodder.
At some point, the wind blowing from afar began to be filled with a faint smell of blood.
The wailing sounds of the snapping turtles continued, like sharp blades licking their necks, and a shuddering breath of death made their breathing stagnant.
They didn't dare to raise their heads, as if something was suppressing their heads.
The courage that surged in my chest also turned into a sore throat in this depressing environment, and the faint burning pain conveyed a kind of uneasiness originating from the depths of my soul.
Finally, the frequency of the ground's vibrations began to slow down, and it was no longer as exciting as before, making people's hearts suffocate.
The brave captain gritted his teeth, suppressing the involuntary trembling in his body and raised his head.
The muscles in his neck seemed to be rusty, making his movement of raising his head slow and difficult, as if he was fighting against some invisible force.
During this confrontation, his face turned red and even his veins bulged involuntarily.
This is a confrontation between will and instinct, a fierce battle between courage and terror.
Finally, he raised his head, but the existence that appeared at the end of his field of vision made him feel as if he had suddenly fallen into an icy abyss:
It was a huge, terrifying humanoid monster with six arms...
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"So what are you thinking about?" The friend looked at Muzi with confusion.
Of course she knew that her attitude was inappropriate, but sometimes when you see your friends going the wrong way and not stop them, it is really a test of one's conscience.
Of course, for some people, this statement is just a way to build her fragile friendship ecology.
She values her attitude more in the process rather than the final impact - whether positive or negative.
"I'm tired. I want to take a break and... pursue something new."
Muzi still looked at her friend with a smile, and she could feel her friend's concern from his words.
Since sharpening his will through meditation practice as a warrior monk, Muzi has become more and more comfortable with the challenges at this stage of Zongwang.
This also caused her time to become crowded. Compared with Yi Qiu, she needed to spend part of her time on dubbing work and spending time with her family.
Although since arriving in Lhasa, her work tasks have been relatively diluted.
But from time to time, when there was a shortage of corresponding manpower, Muzi was called to help.
Although the time consumed is not much in general, this relatively trivial and unplanned work arrangement makes Muzi feel very bored.
Especially when she has recently achieved new breakthroughs in the abilities of related heroes, the unruly spirit that permeates the hero's will has left her somewhat infected.
She wants to be as free as Yi Qiu, but she is not Yi Qiu after all. She has her own worries and fetters.
But this does not mean that she still needs to play her role in society. Some things have become shackles for her at this time.
Or maybe it was like that from beginning to end, but it was also a kind of protection for the once ordinary her, although this kind of protection was not its original intention.
"Well, I hope it's just as you said..." The friend moved his lips, then paused and said:
"What are your plans next?"
"Originally I wanted to see a friend, but he seems to have something to do, so I plan to go to Mount Everest again." Muzi's eyes seemed to have passed through a distant space, and the sacred snow mountain goddess was quietly staring at the vastness.