Bishop on the run from the Ark, but the Fourth Scourge

Talk about the newcomers who joined the team last night, the team's plans, and the tasks for a while,

But just after chatting for a long time, I heard a bloody dragon's arm screaming from outside the door.

"The Hanhan who started the Liberator may be...?? Who is arguing?"

"It seems to be a blood dragon arm!"

"Why did they get caught and cooked??"

The two took up their weapons and rushed out of the tent. As soon as they saw a small ragged NPC lying on the ground, and the "deep-sea small plane" who was crushed under him and turned into a "lone brave man".

The bowl containing credit notes was scattered all over the floor, and D6's index finger moved wildly.

"Wow! The gold coins exploded all over the place!"

"Burst your head, you sixth son, come quickly! Come and help me!"

It was not too late at this time, and there were still some idle players wandering around in the camp. D2 uttered a voice, and someone rushed over after hearing the news.

Everyone was amazed, and hurried forward to help - pointing to the little NPC.

"Look at the road obediently! Oh, don't step on it! Don't step on it! Look at your stupid feet!!"

The players hurriedly carried the little "NPC" into the tent,

Then dumbfounded.

"Here, what should we do next?"

"There's no mission prompt here, is there?"

"Hardcore realistic games have mission prompts? Are you from TX! Let it go!"

D2 pushed aside a few players and squatted next to the little "NPC".

Hands and feet as dirty and black as a school bathroom mop made the magic weapon angel startled,

My giao, is it necessary to be so real...

The protruding shoulder bones could not support the rag-like dress. The fabric was gray and stained, and the original style and color could not be discerned. It was punctured by Originium crystal clusters, reflecting a frightening black and cold light.

Two fluffy lopped rabbit ears were paralyzed on both sides of the body, and a part of the left ear was missing.

"I go……"

Even if it really wants to reflect the world view, there is no need to make it so similar... Day, how much modeling is involved!

"Is this Nima a child...?"

"Hey second, are you okay?"

"Your second child!"

Touching the palms of coal-like hands, fingers stained with sweat, D2 got up.

"Heatstroke is dehydrating, hurry up and get some water and alcohol to physically cool down."

"Alcohol...I have alcohol! Go get it now!"

"Go and get water, let's go!"

Several players turned around and ran out of the tent, leaving D2 and D6 behind.

D2 squatted down again suspiciously, and touched the soles of the little rabbit's feet... only felt the sand sticking to the dead cocoon.

"Second brother, hiss... how old are you, isn't it bad..."

"Your second child! Where did you think, let me see how far she ran barefoot."

The soles of the feet that were supposed to be immature are as hard as a stone, and the thick calloused cuticles did not happen overnight, but the sand standing on it...

"...After running so far, it's just heat stroke. The child who changed to the earthling died on the way..."

Behind D6 exclaimed,

"You can see this??!?!"

With so much sand and dust, do we need any criminal investigation speculation...

"Second brother, how can you still know medicine?"

"Study medicine at home...Prevention of heat stroke is taught to junior high school students, didn't you remember that?"

"My math class."

"........."

Well, another teacher in the world has been poisoned by a math teacher.

D2 checked the situation of Little Custer again,

Judging from the hungry facial features and the dress on her body, it should be a girl.

Like many refugees in the Vilas refugee camp, unkempt, with cracked hands,

...like refugees?

Without any equipment storage, it is completely impossible to live in the big desert outside.

People came here by themselves, just a skirt and no shoes.

So, this kid is a refugee in the Vilas refugee camp? ,

D2 ponders,

It didn't feel right again.

But why didn't she stay in the camp, but ran alone in the desert?

……

The starting point is not a refugee camp, but a run back from the desert to the refugee camp?

Thinking about it, D2 caught a glimpse of a detail from the corner of his eye,

He broke away from little Castor's hand and pulled out a note.

"...a plot clue!"

The two quickly approached the note,

but,

The imagined subtitle translation did not appear.

"..."

"..."

"What the hell?? Watch the game without translation!"

"Two colleagues, where are the wounded?"

A clear and crisp sound inspired the two angels. They turned their heads and saw that the leather shoes were connected, and they walked fast.

Sister Lilia walked into the tent.

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Volume II Columbia Chapter: Chapter 97 The Lost Child. II

Yi Xue Longmen Arm actually has a dream,

That is to become a rising star among all Haisi players with the status of Wutest Mengxin.

"I...one-blood Dragon Gate Arm...will definitely surpass you!"

"As long as, as long as..."

Falling to the ground, the one-blooded Longmen arm that was stepped back and forth by the players squirmed its tentacles, crawling towards the side of the road... twisting...

"As long as, as long as I can reach that place...!"

The main city of Heishan Town, and then learn how Yuri eats Hesse!

"...I, I can...I can!"

quack-

Bagpipe and Joseph, who walked into the camp quickly, felt their feet were hard, but they had important tasks, so they didn't bother to check.

"Miss Lilia."

The two walked into the tent one after another, and Lilia stood up upon hearing the sound.Players avoid a path by themselves.

"How is the condition of the wounded?"

"Everything is stable, but I still have dehydration stroke and need to rest."

At the feet of the little nun was an open box of emergency medicines, and a bottle of normal saline was hung on a simple foldable bracket for intravenous drip...

Her attire has never changed, it is still the original one,

Huh?Doesn't Miss Lilia feel hot like this?

Bagpipe was curious, but out of politeness, he didn't ask.

"Thank you on behalf of all the defenders who have persisted in the camp so far, Miss Lilia..."

Joseph took off his hat and leaned over, and the players around him whispered.

"Did we trigger a hidden mission??"

"It seems to be! Will this little NPC join the team after the task is completed?"

"Don't, this ore is a bit sick... don't it be a knife?"

"It's still a nun's majesty, and this bad old man has to be humble!"

Of course, the translator was wisely turned off.

"This is my Mr. Joseph..."

Lilia, who already has good "NPC ethics", automatically blocks the words of the players.

"We chose to come here, and of course we will do our part here."

"... There are not many people who can persist in doing this..."

Joseph looked at the Agor girl, and the players standing around (watching the plot),

Looking back at the beginning, I just feel that I am stingy and ridiculous.

"I found a note in this child's hand...but is she a resident of the camp?"

"yes,……"

Joseph hesitated to speak,

I wanted to lean over to thank you again, but was stopped by Lilia.

"You are an elder, you don't have to be so polite to me...~"

"But I'm a little curious, how did you and Miss Bagpipe know about this?...Is it the other colleagues?"

"It's Komi~"

The bagpipes answered casually,

Remembering that the other party didn't know these details, he scratched his head and added.

"Kemi is a maintenance worker in the camp, a very honest and enthusiastic person, hehe..."

"Give her to us, Miss Lilia,"

Joseph looked at the little rabbit on the floor, with only tenderness and regret in his eyes.

He remembered the child... or rather two, who played together a lot.

He also knows what's going on...

"The volunteers in Montenegro have done enough."