Demon Gatekeeper [Unlimited]

Early the next morning, Dugu and his party gathered in the team training room, waiting to enter the game. This is a function of the team training room, which allows the team to assemble in advance.Players who enter the game from the training room, after exiting the game, will also gather here first to discuss the replay.

As an experienced veteran player who has been to the mid-level field, the killer once again asked: "Remember what I said, the devils and players in the mid-level field will no longer have independent camps, so don't trust anyone except yourself and your teammates. Teammates, please be careful to confirm your identity."

[Welcome players to enter the intermediate arena. 】

[Game map: Giant Wolf Castle, loading. 】

【Games start. 】

A convoy was advancing on the uninhabited ice field. The convoy was very large, with more than a hundred people in front and behind. A small group of cavalry walked in front. They were not riding horses, but something like a goat or a camel, with snow-white fur. Known as a prying horse.Behind them are more than a dozen large carts, also pulled by this kind of animal. The boxes on each cart are very heavy, leaving deep ruts on the snow.

At the end of the procession, there was a more ornate carriage, which was blocked by a curtain, and the situation inside could not be seen.

A slender and pale hand gently lifted a corner of the curtain, and immediately a guard stepped forward: "My lord, what do you say?"

"How far is it?" The voice from the carriage was soft and feminine, but it was clearly a male voice.

"Master, at the current speed, we should arrive before dark."

"Hmm." The person inside responded lazily and gestured to the guard.

The guard asked: "My lord is saying, wake up those people now?"

The hand in the carriage waved.

"Yes." The guard retreated obediently, and ordered the people around him: "Wake them up."

When he regained consciousness, Dugu only felt cold, the coldness penetrated into the bones, the coldness of dancing inside.

When I opened my eyes, there was an endless expanse of pure white, ice and snow all over the sky.In a trance, Dugu wondered if he had reached the South Pole.

Dugu noticed that there is no indication of the number of players in this round, which means that the number of players and demons cannot be known now.

Dugu observed the surroundings calmly.There are many people here, looking around blankly, as if they just woke up, they are wearing uniform white robes, not too warm, they can barely keep from freezing to death, with masks on their faces, they can't see In terms of appearance, the only thing that can be distinguished is the different height, shortness, fatness and thinness, and the number on each person's chest.From 001 to 100, exactly one hundred.Dugu looked down at his own serial number, it was 022, which was quite easy to remember.

In addition to these masked men, there are some guards on white horses nearby. They wear leather vests and jackets stuffed with thick cotton cloth. Watching, like a guard, also like a surveillance.Farther away, a pale, sickly young man was wrapped in a fur cloak, and a guard respectfully handed him a cup of hot drink.From dozens of meters away, Dugu could clearly see the heat steaming above.

"Ah, ah, where is this? Who are you? What are you doing!" A man in a white robe suddenly jumped up from the ground and shouted loudly.

He looked terrified and tried to pull the mask off his face, but the mask seemed to stick to his face, and he couldn't take it off no matter what.

His voice woke up the white-robed men who were not awake, some of them also shouted, some huddled together in fear, and the remaining half seemed relatively calm, sitting on the spot without moving.

Dugu felt a little strange, these loud white-robed men didn't look like demons, nor did they look like players.

It is estimated to be an NPC. The 50-player rounds experienced in the primary field before are called large-scale. If there are 100 demons and players here, it is too much. Besides, the demons are not necessarily among the white-robed people, and they may be guards , or that sick and weak young man who looks very unusual.

The guard who brought tea to the sick and weak young man just now walked towards this side holding the handle of the knife. He was wearing a black hunting suit. is a boss.

He looked a bit fierce, with a scar between his eyebrows, and he walked over so aggressively, scaring the white-robed men who were having a good time, and shrunk their necks like a quail, as if they were afraid of being stabbed by him.

"Several guests, please be safe..." Unexpectedly, the head of the guards pulled out a not-so-gentle smile. Regardless of the insincerity, at least he looked kind on the surface: "This is the northern ice field. The porters of the caravan passed out due to a blizzard, and the Witch God took a lot of effort to save you all, but maybe it was because of the cold weather that damaged your brain and lost your memory, so you don’t need to panic. "

"Then... what's the matter with this mask? Why can't you take it off?" The white-robed man asked tremblingly, "And our clothes, why have they been changed, changed?"

The head of the guard: "Masks are necessary for casting spells. They will fall off naturally when you are fully recovered. Clothes are also used for casting spells. Although they are a bit thin, please be patient for now. When you arrive at the castle, it will naturally not be cold."

Dugu felt that the only thing he could believe in the guard's explanation was the setting of collective amnesia. No wonder that although there were NPCs in this game, they didn't remind the players that they couldn't create OOCs. People with amnesia don't need any character settings.

Now the mask can't be taken off, and I don't know the real situation. It's freezing and snowy. If you don't follow the team, you will probably freeze to death. Dugu decided to follow along first.

As for finding teammates, there is no rush. It is not clear whether the people around are player demons or NPCs. If the player's identity is exposed rashly, it may be dangerous.

"Are we going to the castle you mentioned now? How far is it?" A clear and capable female voice sounded behind Dugu. Dugu turned his head and glanced at the number on the other's chest, 015.

The chief guard took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and said, "We'll be at the Frost Castle in two hours' journey. Please persevere. When you arrive at the castle, there will naturally be delicious food and wine for you."

As soon as they heard the delicious food and wine, many people in white robes showed anticipation. It only took two hours, and they would arrive if they persisted.

"Is that warm? A hot bath?"

"All of them, we will try our best to satisfy all the needs of our customers"

"How long do we live there?"

"Live as long as you want."

"Don't you need to pay? Is there such a good thing?"

"You don't need to pay money, our lord is a witch god, and you are all his subjects. As long as you are sincere, you will naturally be able to get your blessing."

The white-robed man's inquiries were all answered one by one by the chief guard.

"Thank you, Lord Sorcerer God." The white-robed man broke away from the initial panic and relaxed temporarily as he said this.They don't ask for much, just being alive and having food is enough.

Dugu lowered his head to hide the disapproval in his eyes.

This way of wearing number suits and masks is not like saving people at all, but like herding sheep.The chief guard spoke nicely, but there was an unconcealable contempt in his eyes.Calling for guests, how can the owner sit in a soft sedan chair, ride a horse, drink hot tea, wear a jacket, and let the guests walk in the ice and snow with only clothes and straw sandals?

But I think so, this is in the game, when it is really comfortable, I am afraid that death is not far away.

After everyone woke up, the guards organized the guests to line up, and everyone lined up in five rows according to the number, and followed the car of Lord Wu Shen.

The corner of Dugu's mouth under Dugu's mask curled up in a mocking arc.They are only a whip away from the sheep being herded.

The team continued to move forward, and the air was full of the smell of wind and snow.Dugu's teeth chattered from the cold. He was always afraid of the cold. Thanks to the training in the extreme cold mode in the training room during the past three months, he didn't freeze to death in the snow at the beginning of the game.

After half an hour, several white-robed men had cramps in their legs and feet, or froze directly on the ground, and they were carried headlong into the snow.

The head guard told the others that this was a test for them by the witch gods, those who were not sincere would be left behind by the ice field, and only the pure and pious could enter the castle.

Nonsense, it was obviously frozen.If you don't want to save it, just say it, talking about feudal superstition.Dugu slandered in his heart.But he was just slandering, the current situation is unknown, and there is no benefit in offending the NPC.

But there are always people who are outspoken and can't see such a thing. Guest No. 058 glared at the chief guard dissatisfiedly: "Aren't you, Lord Wushen, very powerful? Aren't you very kind? Why don't you save yourself when you die?"

The one who answered him was the guard's unsheathed long knife. With a flash of cold light, a head fell into the snow. Blood spurted out from the neck, steaming, and quickly froze and mixed into the snow. .

The head guard wiped the knife clean with the man's white robe, slowly put the knife back into the sheath, glanced around the crowd as if in awe, and said a few words coldly: "Whoever disrespects the witch god, kill."

Very sharp knife, very fast cutting speed.

Dugu was horrified secretly, the strength of the chief guard was probably no less than that of the killer.This is definitely not the level that humans should have. It seems that the NPCs here are far stronger than humans in the real world. Is this the world of the intermediate arena?

No, it's not completely sure that it's an NPC, but it may also be a demon in human skin.

After this knife, the guests were silent, no one would touch the chief guard's bad luck, and followed the team obediently.

Another hour passed, and Dugu's hands and feet gradually lost consciousness, and his lungs seemed to be frozen.He didn't dare to take a big breath, so he could only breathe in small mouthfuls. He was a little dazed from the cold, when he suddenly heard a voice next to him asking, "Are you all players?"

Dugu turned his stiff neck and looked at him, it was 024.

Dugu skipped two possibilities in his mind: 1. The opponent is a player with a bad brain. 2. The other party is a devil who came to fish.

If you can't see the face, you can't see the expression.Dugu turned his head back and ignored him.

023 next to him answered, "What player? Have you recovered your memory?"

Dugu thought of three possibilities again, 023 is a player, and he is pretending to be stupid. 023 is the devil, he is fishing. 023 is an NPC, he really lost his memory.

Tsk, sure enough, without the division of identities, the difficulty of the game has indeed increased a lot.Dugu temporarily dismissed the idea of ​​looking for teammates, let's wait until a warm place.People who are really familiar can be distinguished by a small movement and a few words, and there is no need to ask or speak deliberately.

"AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhinAfter a while, his face was covered with purple and black, and his whole body was twisted and died.

His death was so sudden, and his death was horrific, it caused quite a commotion in the crowd. Even the witch god, supported by the chief guard, got out of the soft sedan chair and came over to check.

Frightened by the identity of the witch god, the people around all backed away one after another to make way.

This was the first time Dugu saw each other up close.

The other party's skin was pale, there was no beard on his face, and his hair was long and draped behind his head.The lip color is very gorgeous, the phoenix eyes, the eyebrows are like willows, at first glance she looks like a woman.But the difference is that he has a very obvious Adam's apple in his neck, and he is indeed taller.

The witch god lowered his head and stared at the dead 024 for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and uttered a word: "Knife."

The head guard handed over the knife respectfully.

The witch god's slender fingers held the handle of the knife, turned his wrist over, and the blade picked apart the white-robed man's clothes, and cut open 024's chest. The rotten internal organs flowed out from 024's stomach with a stench, but the witch god's hand was steady, like It's a doctor with a scalpel.Some people in white robes have already retreated in fear. On the one hand, they feel that the scene is too bloody, and on the other hand, 024 died strangely. Everyone is afraid that if they get close, they will be stained with something unclean.

The witch god used the tip of a knife to remove the rotten flesh and bones inside 024, exposing the blackened bones, and made a verdict: "It's poisoned."

The witch god snorted, as if he thought it was funny, and said with red lips: "The person who poisoned him should not be far away."

Then he glanced around with his long and narrow eyes, focusing on the men in white robes around 024.

Dugu only looked at him briefly, then quickly lowered his eyes.He felt that this weak-looking witch god was very dangerous.Much more dangerous than the Chief of Guards.

The author has something to say:

Numbering belongs to the joy of naming waste~

Dugu: Hello everyone, this is the 100 Castle Tourist Group, my number is 022, please pick me.