The guard was holding the commander's saber with a dull expression. It was clearly a yellowish picture, but Ling Xiaolu saw through the yellow with different saturation of light and shade, and the guard's face was pale, his eyes were red, and his body was covered in blood. .
After waking up from the blank, he suddenly shouted "Aah", and rushed into the giant dragon group like a madman, completely lost his reason, and faced the giant dragon without any rules in a posture that was almost dead. Slashing and slashing. The commander saved his life, but also took away his desire to survive.
Ling Xiaolu wanted to go in to stop him, but was held on his shoulders.
Ji Meng shook his head with a rare and dignified expression: "Don't worry, if the two of them are sacrificed here, there will be no story behind."
Ling Xiaolu vaguely felt that what he said made sense in the confusion, but he just didn't understand it.
"Could it be that our role in this mission is to call NPCs?"
Although Ji Meng hadn't done many missions, he still had more experience than Ling Xiaolu.
"Some missions aim to kill monsters, some aim to collect, but some missions aim to accompany the characters and complete the journey."
The giant dragon surrounded the crazy guards, and the leading one flapped its wings twice in the air, took a long breath, and prepared to burn this overachieving pawn to ashes.
The magic of the Holy Light of the Cross descended from the sky, and the dragon was imprisoned by this insubstantial beam, struggling desperately to breathe. More than a dozen arrows flew from the sky, and the arrows hit the giant dragon without a fuss. The injured dragon let out an angry roar.
Ji Meng was refreshed: "Come on!"
Sadia stood on her chariot, calmly chanting the spell of the spell, the staff in her hand vibrated as if infused with life, and made a clanging sound of metal collision.
After reciting the last syllable, the circular magic circle flew out and collided with the oncoming dragon, causing a deafening wailing.
The army of the goddess followed closely, and the dragon leader and his group of dragons were shot by thousands of arrows in the air. Some fell from the sky on the spot, and the surviving ones fled. A demon invasion ended with heavy losses for both sides.
Sadia got off the chariot and walked to the commander who was still breathing.
Ling Xiaolu shouted excitedly, "Goddess!"
It was the voice like the sound of heaven. Since the first chanting sounded, it spread rapidly centered on the position where Sadia was standing, and all things in the world suddenly took on color. The old yellowed photos have been transformed into gorgeous oil paintings. Ling Xiaolu has never noticed how beautiful a colored summer is, and the goddess singing healing spells is so beautiful that one can't take his eyes off it.
The fatal wound on the commander's body was miraculously healed, his eyelashes that had been stationary trembled, and anger returned to him. The dying man slowly opened his eyes, and Sadia's angelic silhouette was reflected in his pupils.
"Did you save me?" The weak commander showed a very shallow smile, "Can I have the honor to know your name?"
Sadia looked down from above and met his eyes.
"I'm from Equinox City, and my name is Sadia."
"Sadia," the commander put his hand on his chest, "I thought it was an evil dragon that penetrated my chest, but I didn't expect that what really penetrated here is the holy light from you."
Ling Xiaolu's attention has been on the immortal couple, and it is only now that he remembers the existence of the guards.
"Huh? Where are the guards?"
The forgotten guard supported his body with the last shred of faith, and now he can't hold it any longer. He hugged the saber tightly in his arms, and fell weakly beside the corpse of the dragon beside him...
>>Returning to the present world…
Ling Xiaolu and Ji Meng were teleported back to the battle command hall, and the commander maintained the posture they had left. For him, time just passed by with a snap of his fingers, and he didn't realize that the two people briefly disappeared in this time and space.
"I...seem to think who you are talking about," he looked up regretfully, "but I'm sorry, I don't know the name of the guard. My guards are the best, and I'm sorry to lose him. "
He put away the saber solemnly: "Thank you for bringing this back for me, I will treasure it properly and never use it again."
"But that guard..." Ling Xiaolu hesitated.
"I will definitely find his body and bury him."
Ling Xiaolu and Ji Meng appeared in front of the selection dialog box:
>>Do you inform the commander of the guard's intentions
The two looked at each other and unanimously chose "No".
[System] You have completed the mission .
[System] You have obtained the [Statue of the Unknown Guard].
Ling Xiaolu carefully spread out his hands, and a small statue of a guard kneeling on one knee appeared in his palms.
The statue does not have any properties, only when the sight falls on it, a small line of comments will pop up:
- Unspeakable love.
**
Ling Xiaolu leaned over and quietly put down the pure white bouquet in front of the guard's tomb. This is an unnamed tomb, and the unnamed guard didn't have a name until the end.
"If he hadn't robbed his relatives, wouldn't he have died?" Ling Xiaolu thought suddenly.
Ji Meng shook his head: "His 'time' is up. Maybe the wedding is the plot node planned for him. Once this node is passed, he will not be refreshed again if he is killed for any reason."
Although he kept reminding himself that all this was fake, Ling Xiaolu was still uneasy: "No, it's still very embarrassing to think about it."
He grabbed Ling Long angrily: "Fight the dragon to vent."
Ji Meng grabbed Xiaolong: "Why do you keep venting on your pet? Although it has no intelligence, it is the same as a guard."
Ling Xiaolu thought to himself: I can only be smart.
"Then what should I do? Can I get out of my mind?"
"No. But you can send a blade to the planner."
When Jingzhe City does not hold events, the town is not lively, there are few shops on the street, and most of the shops you see along Ling Xiaolu are some functional shops.
Ji Meng and Ling Xiaolu stopped in front of the post office.
"The blades sold here are one yuan each. After buying them, they can be mailed to the planner at the mailbox at the door."
"..." Ling Xiaolu didn't know what to say, "This game is really thoughtful."
"It may be that there are too many people who have the same idea as you, and such a function was developed to quell public anger."
"You can also take the opportunity to make money." Ling Xiaolu added the key.
Ji Meng walked into the post office, and the NPC service staff greeted him politely: "What do you need?"
"How much do you want to send?" Ji Meng turned his head and asked Ling Xiaolu who was following behind.
Ling Xiaolu quantified his dissatisfaction: "I want to send 99!"
Ji Meng turned back: "200 blades."
"Buy that much?"
"I'll send it with you." Ji Meng said without turning his head.
Ling Xiaolu: ... Planning to receive the blade sent by the prince, I don't know if I'm flustered or not.
The game company is really considerate. When sending the blade, you can choose task-directed delivery. Ling Xiaolu did not hesitate to vote for .
"It's terrifying to pierce your heart, and even more terrifying to make money. But after piercing your heart, you have to make money from you. That's the most terrifying thing. Your company's planned salary must be very high, right?"
Ji Meng threw a blade into the mailbox and replied, "No one else said that."
"Then what did they say?"
"They said that many tasks in this game were designed as if the company didn't pay the planners."
Ling Xiaolu: "Emmm... I actually think this sentence makes more sense."
"Have you seen the leaderboard over there?"
"What is it?"
"The leaderboard of the number of blades received by the task."
"… "
The numbers on the leaderboard were shockingly large. One mission with the most received more than three million blades. Ling Xiaolu, who was not involved in the incident, admitted that he was frightened.
"What kind of mission is this? To provoke public anger to such an extent."
"What do you want to do?" Ji Meng misunderstood what he meant.
Ling Xiaolu's expression was like hell: "Are you kidding me? Wait, I'll take a screenshot and block all the tasks on the list! My blood sugar is too low right now, and I urgently need to do something happy to ease my mood."
Ji Meng can think of very limited things to be happy about: "Then go catch the baby?"
"...other than catching the baby, feeding the baby, playing with the baby, patting the baby...is there anything else to be happy about?"
Ji Meng thought for a while: "Then go and take the image."
The photo studio is located diagonally across the street from the post office. A transparent cuboid is suspended in the center of the photo studio, the length of which is about the length of an adult's arm span.
Ji Meng made a "grab" gesture from the album, and "threw" it into the cuboid, and the scene when they were doing the task appeared holographically inside the box.
"It's amazing, why do you have it?" Ling Xiaolu leaned on the top and looked inside.
"You can choose to record the entire process when you start a mission."
"Why didn't you tell me? I knew I would record it!" Ling Xiaolu regretted that he was so involved in the task that he even forgot to take a screenshot.
Ji Meng swiped the operation panel in the air in front of him: "Use this to select the progress, zoom in and zoom out, adjust the camera angle, and press the image capture button when you have selected it."
Ling Xiaolu swiped the progress bar with his finger, and the characters in it moved quickly. He slid back, and the characters regressed at N times the speed, as if he was manipulating a holographic miniature movie. Yellow to brilliant.
"How about printing this?" The picture stayed on the scene where Ling Xiaolu used his ancestral deer fist to crit Ji Meng's chest.
Ji Meng glared at him.
"I think it's better to print this one." Ji Meng dragged behind him in one breath, and Ling Xiaolu's cowardly cry when he jumped onto the dragon's back was magnified into a close-up irritatingly.
Ling Xiaolu: …
He searched for Ji Meng's ugly photos frame by frame: "Wait, I won't stop if I can't get enough of your Jiugongge expression packs today... Wait! I want this one!"
He pressed the image capture button and carefully squeezed the printed photo in his hand. It was the guard holding the hamster with a gentle smile on his face.
Ling Xiaolu is like a treasure: "Although I don't know your name, I can leave your appearance."
He kept the photos in the album, and looking back at the blink of an eye, Ji Meng had printed a dozen of them, and he had a thin stack in his hand.
"Why did you print so many?" he wondered. "What did you print? Show me."
Ji Meng quickly stuffed the photo into the album: "No."
Behaviour is more suspicious.
"Did you print me an emoji?" Ling Xiaolu grabbed him and asked.
"Who printed you?" Ji Meng looked at the east and west as if nothing happened, "What did I print you for?"
"Then what did you print?"
"... Lei, Lei Lulu!"
Ling Xiaolu saw that he was speaking righteously, so he let go of him dubiously, turned around and continued to take pictures of himself, and whispered in his mouth, "What is Yinleilulu doing with such a guilty conscience, and you don't show it to others, it's as if no one knows about your show. Like a pet madman…”
In the end, the two of them each printed a bunch of photos and walked out of the photo studio contentedly.
Ling Xiaolu touched Ji Meng with his elbow: "You have so many empty rooms, can you lend me one?"
Ji Meng's response to this was: "I told you earlier not to ask so much nonsense."
Ling Xiaolu picked an empty room with the best sunlight on the second floor, and carefully posted a photo on the wall. There were guards holding hamsters, commanders who sacrificed themselves to save others, goddesses who chanted hymns, and Ji. The picture of Meng knocking him down to avoid the giant dragon, the picture of him running down the mountain with Ji Meng, the picture of two people and one pet fighting the dragons... Of course, the picture of the ancestral Luquan is also indispensable. All kinds of pictures are added together to form the memory of the first time he was touched by the mission in the game, just like the small statue of the guard, which was properly stored in the display cabinet in the center of the room.
Ling Xiaolu glanced back before leaving, the statue stayed quietly in the sun.
He subconsciously raised the corner of his mouth and gently closed the door behind him.