Chapter 839: Escape and Kill in the Demon Swamp (15)
Chapter 839 Escape from the Demon Swamp (15)
Husky let out a groan of protest: "Anti-humanity."
"Meow against humanity." Even Hal muttered in a low voice.
"Huhu, whatever you say." King Arthur handed the two roasted skewers of wild boar to Husky and Hal respectively: "Eat it. Although the taste can't be expected."
Huskey doubted that this game of complete sensory simulation could taste anything. He took the roasted wild boar and took a bite. As expected, the roasted pork only had a faint salty taste of meat.
It's like chewing a dry piece of compressed dry food, and you can't feel the heat.
Because there is no system to simulate the sense of smell in the game, the meat has no scent.
If you lose your sense of smell, the only five tastes of food that a person can distinguish are sweet, sour, bitter, salty, and astringent. If there are only combinations of these five tastes in food, then there will not be much difference in eating any food. This is also
The reason why people with colds eat tasteless food is because their noses are not sharp and they cannot taste the delicious flavor (scent) of any food they eat.
Husky was very dissatisfied with the tasteless meat.
"This game needs to add a olfactory system." The dog boy complained. If you can't even have a good barbecue, who is willing to play this kind of ghost game!
"It will be added. We are currently collecting relevant information." Arthur smiled bitterly. He did not expect that the dog-man boy would be so picky about such details.
The special physical sensation of smell is uncertain for everyone. What some people find fragrant may smell extremely smelly to others. I want to digitize and reproduce the complex and huge world of smell.
In a game system, an extremely large amount of calculations are required.
Most warriors in the world don't pay much attention to food at all - in short, as long as they can fill their stomachs.
After they finished their meal, it got dark quickly. The time in this game is four times longer than reality. There are only six hours in a day, so it gets dark very quickly.
"Now, what should we do?" Arthur looked at the two teenagers and sneered: "We can continue to hunt monsters at night, but monsters will appear in groups at night, and their levels will increase a lot. Find them.
They are going to die by playing. The safest way is to rest here at the altar overnight and wait until dawn."
"Uh... before we do that--" Hal stood up, walked to the broken wall on the side, took off his pants without thinking much, and planned to---
"No! Stop! What are you doing?!" the King of Knights exclaimed.
"Uh... pee, meow." Hal replied in a low voice. Since there was no toilet here, he had to find a corner and do it on the spot.
"no!"
"Why, why not meow?" (No one else is watching)
"If you have a problem, just say it! That's a problem from the real world and has nothing to do with this game." Arthur explained gloomily: "Even if our consciousness is in the game world, part of our body sensations will still be synchronized with reality."
If you urinate and defecate at will in the game------"
"Oh no!" Hal blushed and turned to look at Arthur: "In the real world, I will wet my pants too?!"
"Exactly." Arthur shrugged helplessly: "Stop talking, let's exit the game first. You need to go to the real toilet, not solve it here--"
Hal cried with a sad face: "But I have already peed a little bit..."
Arthur laughed evilly: "Congratulations then. In the real world, your pants are definitely wet - it's time to change your diaper, kid!"
"No------!" The desperate cry of the leopard boy echoed in the altar of eternity.
At the same time, in the middle and upper reaches of the Nile River, in the great swamps of Sudan.
"Oh my god, isn't it over yet?" Bedivere sighed as he looked at the endless Everglades in front of him. As the raft continued to move south, the crazy scenery of the Everglades gradually faded away a lot - at least there weren't so many terrifying ones.
Monsters are out and about looking for food.
"Ugh..." The white bear man was having a fever and talking a lot of nonsense: "Dad... don't leave..."
Seeing that the condition of the wounded was getting worse and worse, the elf girl Chanel finally couldn't help but persuaded: "We have to find a place to stop and rest. This child needs more care, the bumps on the road will kill him."
"...Now is not a good time." Paramedis looked at the surrounding swamps. Although the "madness" has greatly reduced, the Sudanese swamps are still full of dangers. God knows whether another swamp python will jump out of the water.
Hunt them down?
"Dad... Brother's situation is not good either." Seglade touched Saifer's forehead and said.
Because the swamp is a paradise for bacteria. The swamp formed by the decay of countless biological corpses is dirtier than the city's sewers. Injuries here can easily become infected. Even if you are as strong as an orc, once the wound is infected, you must lie down for a long time.
After a few days, if the condition is severe, the leg may have to be amputated.
The problem is very serious and cannot be put off any longer.
"But---" Palamedes still wanted to say something.
"We need some medicine. A powerful antibiotic called bogberry." Seglade said bluntly: "I have seen a lot of this plant in the great swamps of Turks, and I was also in the swamp here just now."
I have seen a cat. Give me some time and I can pick it up."
"Collecting herbs on foot in the Everglades? This is asking for death!" Albert muttered. He had seen the horror of this swamp, so he was convinced that there were even more terrifying things lurking in this swamp. The most stupid thing.
No one would hike here.
Seglade sighed deeply: "But we have to do this, there is no other choice. Without medicine, they will not survive tonight."
"Okay, that's it." Bedivere interrupted everyone's argument: "Seglade and I are going to collect herbs. You...just stop the boat on the island over there and have a rest."
"I don't know if that's a good idea..." Palamedes looked at the slopes of earth emerging from the water one after another in the Everglades.
These slopes are like small islands on the sea, dotted in the swamp. The slopes are almost uniformly arch-shaped. Most of the slopes are bare mud, and there are only a few low shrubs and small trees near the water.
Grass.
All of this seems to be a deliberate resting place for travelers. It looks comfortable and comfortable, but it is too comfortable and comfortable. Anyone who is alert can vaguely detect some kind of disharmony in it.
"Don't think too much. We'll stop for a few minutes and get enough supplies before we set off. If there's danger, it won't take more than a few minutes." Bediwell comforted. He was very optimistic, thinking that these slopes were just the miraculous work of nature.
, exists for the convenience of travelers.
"...Okay." Palamedes was also forced by the situation. Even though he felt vaguely that something was wrong, he had no choice but to do as he was told and found a dry slope to stop the boat.
As soon as the raft stopped, Bediwell and Seglade jumped onto the slope. The werewolf stamped his feet vigorously, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual on the slope where they were, he greeted the leopard man youth: "Okay.
Let's go."
"Bog berries are shade-loving plants. They will definitely grow in clusters on the southwest side of this type of soil slope." Seglade explained as he walked: "We will find it soon if we look in this direction."
"Do you want me to go with you? My hearing may come in handy." Chanel's face showed unprecedented uneasiness, perhaps because this swamp was so quiet that it was suspiciously quiet.
Bediwell shook his head: "No, you stay here and be on guard. If there is any movement, don't wait for us and let the ship take off immediately."
His assumption was also correct. The boat is more important than the people. When the two of them were in danger while collecting medicine, they only lost two people. If the boat was attacked and destroyed, all of them would die in this swamp.
among.
"That...okay." The elf girl looked a little disappointed. She also knew the same reason, but she still felt very uneasy.
Seglade couldn't help but frowned when he saw the way Chanel looked at Bedivere.
"And I... am responsible for preparing lunch." Albert added water and dried meat into a stone bowl, and boiled the dried meat into broth again for the convenience of the wounded: "I will leave some for you.
Meow?"
"Oh, just a little bit, thank you." Bedivere agreed casually, picked up his big wooden bow, and walked towards the depths of the swamp with Seglade.
Palamedes didn't stop either. After he parked the boat, he picked up a knife and continued to process the wood to create the previous javelin "cannonball" with a bleeding groove.
This is one of the more lethal weapons they can currently use. Of course, the more preparations, the better.
The shortcomings of this powerful attack method are also obvious. The attack requires the use of photon reflectors for propulsion. The ship cannot move until the cannonball is fired, which means it cannot escape;
Moreover, each "cannonball" fired requires electricity---the electricity is obtained by using Palamedes' physical strength. When Palamedes is not around, or he is too tired to generate electricity,
These shells will be rendered useless.
"You need more rest, Sir Palamedes." France's Holy Lily Knight Chanel advised worriedly. She could clearly see the fatigue on the face of the leopard warrior: "Don't waste your energy in such a place.
We need your strength to continue the journey. Without you, the ship will not move fast at all."
"I know. It'll be ready soon. Let's make one more." Palamedes hurriedly sharpened the javelin in his hand, and then lay down obediently to rest: "I'll take a nap first. Call me when the meal is ready."
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"Well, that's right." Chanel smiled.
"Like a housekeeper--" Albert beside him muttered in a low voice.
"Shut up and keep cooking your lunch!" Chanel yelled angrily. She still didn't like Albert, the naked pervert.
"Meow meow..." Albert muttered twice and continued to stir the broth in the stone bowl with a small wooden stick so that it would be heated evenly under the burning flame.
Albert still didn't know that a murderous noon was gradually approaching their group.