Everything outside the "civilized circle" of this world has been submerged by the gray mist transformed by the curse. These places are called "forbidden areas".
The gray fog in the restricted area is a material, powerful curse that can be seen by ordinary people's naked eyes.
Curse has the characteristic of flowing from places with high concentration to places with low concentration.
Because ordinary people's souls do not store curses, they can barely live in the gray fog for a while.
But for extraordinary beings, this is a poison with no solution. All extraordinary beings who reach the "Bronze Level" and have their souls "corrupted" by curses have the ability to contain curses in their souls.
So as long as the extraordinary person enters the restricted area, he will be forced to inhale a large amount of powerful curses that cannot be digested normally. To use an analogy, it is like throwing humans into the deep sea. Under the water pressure, the sea water flows into all the orifices.
Influx in general.
If this door really leads to a restricted area, then it will be for nothing if they enter...
Even if they can escape and resurrect by then, if it is a random portal, they may not even have a way to come back.
At that time, the "wandering children" will really start wandering.
"I have to find a way to test it," the child murmured.
"...But I remember, that should be the gray fog in the restricted area, right?"
Si Anke on the side frowned slightly: "This is Bai Wu..."
If you ignore the dim environment where nothing can be seen in the fog door, it is quite like a fairyland - the white fog is like dry ice at room temperature, filling the entire world in front of you, and even the part that should have been the earth can only see clouds.
Like white mist.
"That's not necessarily true, Kezi."
Citalopram shook his head slightly and made a hoarse voice: "Who knows how gray the fog is? What if the gray level of the fog is inconsistent under different conditions?"
"...Well, what you said makes sense."
"——However, I really don't think there will be any danger."
Citalopram said and walked over with interest: "The reason is very simple. The address and password here were given to Annan by Salvatore, and there is no way he could harm Annan.
"And that Jude, he should be from the Black Tower of Zedi. He definitely doesn't plan to come here to catch us, but most likely to go to the ruins.
"If it's really gray fog outside, wouldn't it be nice to have a soul-stealing wizard come in and grab some people and bring things back?"
The analysis of citalopram is very convincing.
She is more like a captain than a mascot like a child.
And the child didn't shy away from it at all.
"...It seems we will have to rely on you in the future.
"If there is anything I can do, just mention it. If I can do it, I will do it."
What he meant... was that he planned to go in and explore the grass with all his strength.
Anyway, he is already used to this kind of operation.
After realizing that Citalopram was better than him in observation and analysis, the wandering child immediately transferred power. He even handed over the power of commanding himself to Citalopram.
Compared with Jiu'er and the others, the biggest problem with his team is... among these four people, there is only one veteran.
That's the child.
Among these four people, he is the only one who is a first-term player.
Whether it is based on status in reality, seniority in the game, personal level, combat prowess, understanding of the world, or even one's true age... there is no doubt that the captain can only be a child.
Along the way, the child can definitely be said to be conscientious and conscientious.
He spends the longest time online and carries the most things on the road. In addition to the necessary sleeping time, his other time and energy are used to take care of the bodies of the other three people left behind in this world when they go offline.
This is not just a day of playing games... Not only does he have to cheer up and pay attention to the environment, but he also has to go offline when the crowd is the most crowded and the chat is happiest.
Just like before——
Just like when I was playing professionally before;
Just like when we used to do experiments in groups when we were in school;
Just like when he collaborates with other anchors.
When children play Dota, they always play position 5, but when playing LoL, they play support.
He knows that his talent is limited, and his only advantage is that he has enough patience. Therefore, the tasks he is responsible for are the most boring and the most sacrificial, but someone has to do it...and it is very important.
This is not because he "likes" to play support, but because he thinks it is the most "right".
"My decision is, you all wait here. Let me go in and explore the way."
Citalopram has a slightly hoarse voice caused by long-term smoking, which is very personal.
Although she is only a little older than Si Anke among the four, and is still half a student, her tone is unexpectedly mature.
Without any hesitation or hesitation, firm and unquestionable, calm and convincing——
"I am more or less an undead... maybe I can have something in common with the undead inside. And it's night now, when my combat effectiveness and perception are at their strongest, so it's the right choice for me to go in and explore. I'm turning on the live broadcast
, you can see it directly from my perspective."
Citalopram stood in front of the fog door and looked back at the other three people.
In other words, looking at the wandering children - their captain.
correct?
The child was startled.
"...You convinced me. The perspective of the undead may indeed trigger additional tasks..."
Then he was silent for a while and said seriously: "But I still plan to go in with you.
"This is not my stubbornness - listen to me. The biggest difference between me and the three of you is that as an old player... I have the privilege of resurrection.
"You are newcomers, so you may not know... Live streaming is not omnipotent. For example, certain areas in the nightmare will cut off the signal from the live broadcast room. Those are usually the areas with the strongest curse... And look at this white mist.
I am basically certain that the live broadcast signal will be cut off.
"It's just like the situation over at Lao Goose. Annan's detachment has its own meaning... You are the only player among us who can become a ghost, Dove is the newcomer with the strongest combat power, and Si Dark Carving is the only one among us.
Players who can detect enchantments and traps.
"It's just me...my specialty is that my combat power will be enhanced in the jungle. So my position is to escort the three of you in and out. But if there is danger inside, I can also enable the resurrection privilege and unlimited resurrections in a short period of time.
.
"The meaning of your and Si Anqi's existence lies more within the ruins; while Dove and I are responsible for outside the ruins. So the two of us can die, but you two can't - no problem, Sister Dove?
"
"I know."
Dove nodded calmly.
Seeing this scene, the pressure on Si Anqi increased.
Do you want... to protect me?
hateful!
What's going on, this atmosphere where only I can't do it...
He gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice: "You should be more careful."
"This is our agreement... remember it."
The child thought for a while and then ordered: "You can observe my level through the forum. If after entering the ruins, the live broadcast message is closed and we cannot access the forum, you can come in in ten minutes."
"If it's very dangerous inside, and you see that Citalopram and I have each dropped one level or more, don't come in and log off directly; we will find a place to sleep and log off forcibly, and call after we log off to discuss it in detail."
If we are not dead after ten minutes, you can come in directly. If citalopram dies and I do not, it must mean that we are separated, or I ran away when I saw little danger. It means you can come in.
"Also - if I die within five minutes after entering and only die once, it means that I have opened the resurrection privilege after dying once and am asking you for help. You will come in immediately... remember?"
The child said calmly.
Even if it's like in a nightmare and the forum cannot be logged in... we still need to send a warning or a signal for help.
This is a situation that is absolutely impossible to achieve if Citalopram goes to die alone.
After getting approval from the two people, he held Citalopram's forearm - this was to avoid suspicion between men and women, so he did not grab Citalopram's hand.
On the contrary, Citalopram grabbed his hand with his backhand without any care, and chuckled with an unknown meaning: "We are leaving."
...I always feel like it’s a joke.
The child muttered in his heart, but did not say it out loud.
What happened next was indeed not beyond his expectation——
The moment the child stepped through the fog door, his live stream was immediately cut off.
And in the endless gray fog, a prompt he had never seen before suddenly appeared in front of the child, and the screen was scrolled down line by line at an extremely fast speed:
[No primary influence detected: Whisper of Grace]
[No primary impact detected: Hymn to Nature]
[No high-level influence detected: Gravity of the stars]
[No higher-order influence detected: The Parable of the Moth]