A Race to The Top

The guard held the commander's saber with a sluggish expression. It was clearly a yellowish picture, but Ling Xiaolu looked through the yellows with different saturation of light and shade. In front of him, the guards appeared pale, his eyes were red, and his body was bathed in blood. .

He woke up from the blank, suddenly yelled "Ahhhhhhh", rushed into the dragon group frantically, completely lost his reason, and greeted him in an unruly manner with a posture of almost dying. The dragon slashed and slashed. 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 solemnly with a rare expression: "Don't worry, if the two of them sacrificed here, there would be no story behind."

In the chaos, Ling Xiaolu vaguely felt that what he said was reasonable, but he just didn't understand.

"Is our role in this task, is to call for the NPCs?"

Although Ji Meng hadn't done much of the task, his experience was better than Ling Xiaolu's.

"The purpose of some missions is to kill monsters, and some are to collect, but there are also missions whose purpose is to accompany the character to finish the journey."

The giant dragon surrounded the crazy guard regiment, and the leading one flapped its wings twice in the air, and took a long breath, preparing to burn this overweight **** to ashes.

The magic of the cross holy light descended from the sky, and the dragon was confined by this intangible light beam, struggling to breathe desperately. A dozen arrows flew over from the sky, and the arrows hit the dragon without any avail. The injured dragon roared in anger, broke free from the shackles of the spell, and turned around and flew to the direction of the arrow.

Ji Meng's spirits lifted up: "Come on!"

Sadia stood on her chariot, chanting spells without hurriedly, the staff in her hand trembling like a life-infused, clanging clang of metal collision.

After reading the last syllable, the circular magic circle flew out quickly, colliding with the oncoming dragon, causing a deafening wailing.

The army of the goddess followed closely. The dragon leader and its dragons were launched by thousands of arrows in the air. Some fell from a high altitude on the spot and fled from the surviving desert. An invasion by the demons ended with heavy losses on both sides.

Sadia got off the chariot and walked to the commander who was still breathing.

Ling Xiaolu shouted excitedly: "Goddess!"

It was the sound that resembled the heavens, from the first chanting sounded, it spread rapidly around the place where Satya was standing, the world suddenly took on color, the shade of green, the flowers contended, the sun was shining, the blue sky and white clouds... The old yellowed photos were transformed and turned into colorful oil paintings. Ling Xiaolu had never noticed that the colorful summer is so beautiful, and the goddess singing the healing spells is so beautiful that people can't move their eyes.

The fatal wound on the commander's body healed miraculously, the originally still eyelashes trembled, and the anger returned to him. The dying man slowly opened his eyes, and Sadia's angelic silhouette reflected in his pupils.

"Did you save me?" The weak commander gave a very shallow smile, "Can I have the honor to know your name?"

Sadia was condescending, and looked at him.

"I'm from Vernal Equinox, and my name is Sadia."

"Sadiya," the commander put his hand on his chest, "I thought it was an evil dragon piercing my chest, but I didn't expect that the real piercing here was your holy light."

Ling Xiaolu's attention had been on the couple of gods and immortals, and only then did he remember the existence of the guards.

"Huh? Where's the guard?"

The forgotten guard supported his body with the last trace of faith. Now he can no longer support it. He hugged the saber tightly in his arms and fell weakly on the side of the dragon's body...

> >Returning to the current world...

Ling Xiaolu and Ji Meng were teleported back to the combat command hall, and the commander maintained the posture they had when they left. For him, time only passed by a few seconds, and he didn't realize that the two people had disappeared briefly in this time and space.

"I... seem to think of 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 am sad to lose him. "

He solemnly put away the sword: "Thank you for bringing this back for me. I will cherish it properly and never use it again."

"But the guard..." Ling Xiaolu hesitated.

"I will definitely find his body and bury it heavily."

A selection dialog box appeared in front of Ling Xiaolu and Ji Meng simultaneously:

> > Do you inform the commander of the guard's feelings?

The two glanced at each other, and unanimously chose "No".

[System] You have completed the task <The Last Wish of the Unknown Guard>.

[System] You have obtained [Statue of the Unknown Guard].

Ling Xiaolu spread his hands carefully, and a small statue of a guard kneeling on one knee appeared in the palm of his hand.

The statue has no attributes, only when the line of sight falls on it, a small comment line will pop up:

-Unspeakable love.

**

Ling Xiaolu leaned over and quietly laid down the pure white bouquet in front of the guard's tomb. This was an unnamed grave, and the unnamed guard failed to have a name in the end.

"If he didn't **** his relatives, would he not die?" Ling Xiaolu thought suddenly.

Ji Meng shook his head: "His'time' is up. Maybe the wedding is a plot node planned for him. Once this node is passed, any death caused by any cause will not let him refresh again."

Even though he kept reminding himself that all of this was fake, Ling Xiaolu still felt uncomfortable: "No, I still feel aggrieved when I think about it."

He grabbed Ling Long bitterly: "Fight the dragon to vent."

Ji Meng snatched the dragon off: "Why do you keep getting angry with your little pet? Although it has no intelligence, it is essentially the same as a guard."

Ling Xiaolu thought: I can only be smart.

"What should I do? Can I vent my anger?"

"No. But you can send blades to the plan."

When Jingzhe City does not hold activities, there is no lively town, there are few shops on the street, and most of the shops along Lingxiao Road are functional shops.

Ji Meng led Ling Xiaolu to a stop in front of the post office.

"The blades sold here are sold for one yuan each. After you buy them, you can mail them to the planner at the mailbox at the door."

"..." Ling Xiaolu didn't know what to say, "This game is really sweet."

"It may be that too many people have the same thoughts as you, and only then developed such a function 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 I need?"

"How much do you want to send?" Ji Meng turned to ask Ling Xiaolu who followed.

Ling Xiaolu quantified his dissatisfaction: "I want to send 99!"

Ji Meng turned back: "200 blades."

"Buy so much?"

"I'll send it with you." Ji Meng said without looking back.

Ling Xiaolu: ...planning to receive the blade from the prince, I don't know if he is flustered.

The game company is really attentive. When sending the blades, you can choose the task to deliver it. Ling Xiaolu didn't hesitate to vote all in <The Last Wish of the Unknown Guard>.

"It's terrible to pierce your heart, and it's even more horrible to trap your money. But after you pierce your heart, you still have to squeeze your money. This is the most terrible. Your company must have a high salary?

Ji Meng threw a razor blade into the postbox while repliing: "That's not what other people say."

"Then what did they say?"

"They said that many tasks in this game were designed as if the company didn't pay the planner."

Ling Xiaolu: "Emmm... I actually think this sentence makes more sense."

"See the leaderboard over there?"

"What is it?"

"The task receives a ranking of the number of blades."

"..."

The numbers on the rankings were shockingly large. One of the most tasks received more than three million blades. Ling Xiaolu, who was still shallow, admitted that he was frightened.

"What task is this? It provokes the anger to such an extent."

"You want to do it?" Ji Meng misunderstood what he meant.

Ling Xiaolu looked like hell: "Are you kidding me? Wait for me to take a screenshot and block all the tasks on the list! My blood sugar is too low right now, and I need to do something happy to ease my mood."

Ji Meng can think of very limited happy things: "Then catch the baby?"

"...Apart from catching the baby, feeding the baby, playing with the baby, patting the baby... are there other happy things?"

Ji Meng thought for a while: "Then go get the image."

The photo studio is diagonally across the street from the post office. In the center of the pavilion is a transparent cuboid suspended about the length of an adult's arm span.

Ji Meng made a "grab" gesture from the photo album and "threw" it into the cuboid, and the scene of them doing the task appeared in a holographic and three-dimensional manner inside the frame.

"It's amazing, why do you have?" Ling Xiaolu grabbed the top and looked in.

"You can choose to record the whole process when you start the mission."

"Why didn't you tell me? I knew I would record it!" Ling Xiaolu regretted that he was too involved in the task and forgot to take a screenshot.

Ji Meng drew the operation panel in the air to him: "Use this to select the progress, zoom in and zoom out, adjust the camera angle, and press the capture button when you select it."

Ling Xiaolu slides the progress bar with his finger, and the character inside moves quickly. He slides back, and the character rewinds at a speed of N times, as if he is controlling a holographic miniature film. Even the tones in the film are kept in sync with the task. Yellow to gorgeous.

"How about this print?" The screen stayed on the scene where Ling Xiaolu critically hit Ji Meng's chest with his ancestral deer fist.

Ji Meng glared at him.

"I think it's better to print this one." Ji Meng dragged it to the back, and Ling Xiaolu screamed when he jumped onto the dragon's back, and he exasperatedly zoomed in to a close-up.

Ling Xiaolu:...

He looked for Ji Meng's ugly photos frame by frame: "You wait, I won't give up if I don't get enough of your Jiugongge expression pack today... Wait! I want this one!"

He pressed the capture button and carefully held the printed photo in his hand. It was the guard holding the hamster with a gentle smile on his face.

Ling Xiaolu is a treasure: "Although you don't know your name, you can leave your appearance."

He collected the photos in the album, and looking back at such a blink of an eye, Ji Meng actually printed a dozen of them, with a thin stack in his hand.

"Why do you print so many?" he wondered, "What are they printed? Show me."

Ji Mengguang speed stuffed the photo into the album: "No."

The behavior is more suspicious.

"Did you take me to print the emoji?" Ling Xiaolu grabbed him and asked.

"Who imprinted you?" Ji Meng looked at him as if nothing had happened. "What do I imprint on you for?"

"Then what did you print?"

"...Lei, Lei Lulu!"

Ling Xiaolu saw that he was right and confident, let go of him dubiously, turned around and continued to take his own picture, and muttered in a low voice: "Yin Leilulu has such a guilty conscience and does not show it to others, as if someone doesn't know you show. Like crazy..."

The last two people each printed a bunch of photos and walked out of the photo studio contentedly.

Ling Xiaolu touched Ji Meng with his elbow: "There are so many empty rooms in your house, can you lend me one?"

Ji Meng's response to this was: "I told you not to ask so much nonsense."

Ling Xiaolu chose a vacant room with the best sunshine on the second floor, and carefully posted photos on the wall. There were guards holding hamsters, commanders who sacrificed themselves to save others, goddess who chanted hymns, and Ji. The scene of Meng suppressing him avoiding the dragon, the scene of him running down the mountain with Ji Meng, the scene of two people fighting with the dragon group...Of course, the scene of the ancestral Luquan is also indispensable. All kinds of pictures are added together to form his memory of being touched by the mission for the first time in the game, just like that little guard statue was properly cherished in the display cabinet in the center of the room.

Before Ling Xiaolu left, he glanced back, and the statue stayed quietly in the sunshine.

He raised the corner of his mouth subconsciously and gently closed the door behind him.