Thriller Paradise Chapter 506: The Magic Island of Tsui (12)

"The tree is down~" Trace Department yelled loudly, and at the same time he jumped up several feet and kicked on the high tree trunk. By doing this, it can be ensured that the big tree falls towards the other side of the mouth, and will not hit the players on this side.

The vine branches on the canopy had withered and shrunk rapidly a few minutes ago, so they did not hinder the fall of the big tree. A few seconds later, the sound of the rubbing between the rock and the tree trunk and the whirring sound of the giant tree falling down one after another, and finally ended with a dull fall to the ground.

"Ah~ I've always wanted to shout with such a voice." The trace behind wiped off his sweat, picked up an axe, and said in a pose that he thought was very handsome.

Feng Bujue strode forward, completely ignoring the sight, and went straight to the broken root of the tree.

"Aha! Equipment!" Feng Bujue found the "reward" that the person in the tree said in the first place.

However, Brother Jue didn’t rush to pick it up, because there are many items in the game that are bound after picking it up. If it’s a piece of equipment that is useless to you but has a great improvement to others, pick it up. Just got into trouble.

Fortunately, the thriller park of version 1.10 has added a new feature. For such items that have not yet been identified, players only need to observe closely to see the description of the items, not necessarily in their hands.

[Name: Skull of the Pessimist]

[Type: Armor]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Defense: Medium]

[Attribute: None]

[Special effects: Insight into the safe path of the ghost swamp]

[Equipment Conditions: Choose Walker as Faith]

[Can the script be brought out: No]

[Note: All reality begins with dreams, but not all dreams become reality. 】

The appearance of this [Skull of the Pessimist] is very similar to the standard helmet of an ancient Roman soldier, and this piece of equipment is now embedded horizontally in the roots of the cut tree.

The previous phrase "cut along my waist" in the tree was a more obvious reminder. If the player's entry point is too high or too low when cutting a tree, it is likely to miss this item.

"This one is for the followers of Walker." After reading the instructions, Feng Bujue pulled the helmet out of the tree trunk, and turned his head and said to Uncle Waste Chai, "Um...I guess it will be soon I will use it."

Uncle Waste Chai took a few steps forward. After taking the helmet and observing for a few seconds, he said: "Sure enough, no matter which belief you choose, it will play a certain role at some time and place."

"Well, this shows that our strategy in choosing beliefs is correct." Honghu replied, "Look back and think...If none of us chooses Wisden, then we won't know the existence of this'shortcut'. ; And if no one chooses Edith, they won’t be able to cut down the tree and find this piece of equipment."

"Actually... the choice at that time was nothing more than to reduce the difficulty of clearance." Feng Bujue poured cold water on at this time, "For the moment. Leaving aside the benefits of various beliefs, The method of forcibly breaking through still exists..." He paused, and then said, "If you don't know the shortcut, then find it yourself, or just take a long way; if no one can cut down a tree with an axe, then risk taking the upper-level route. Consume a few bottles of detoxification potions." He pointed to the front, "The ghost swamp afterwards. Most of the same. Without this [Skull of the Pessimist], 80% of us would face great difficulties, but... It will be an unsolvable difficulty."

Brother Jue’s remarks filled the blind spots of the teammates’ thinking. You can understand with a little bit of thinking... these beliefs really play a big role. But it is not a "required" condition for customs clearance.

The plot of choosing a belief, to put it bluntly, is to fine-tune the difficulty of the subsequent script.

Teams with strong curiosity or thoughtful considerations are likely to choose more and benefit from them. And those who act conservatively. Or teams with a single strategy and sloppy strategy may focus on choosing one or two beliefs, making the subsequent game process more difficult.

In short. Everything is based on "choice".

The previous story of Resende obviously has many variables. The key branch is the option of "Wisdom, God of Wisdom". There are three plot changes here: the first one, no player chooses the belief of Wisden. In that case...Lesende will vaguely point out the general location of the Temple of Faith to the players before leaving, but he will not reveal the shortcuts.

The second type is what Jue Ge and the others are experiencing... Someone chose Wisden, and the questions raised are related to the main task. With such a choice, Lesende would say this shortcut before leaving.

The third one is that someone has chosen Wisden, but the questions asked have nothing to do with the main task. Well... it's basically a death option. If the player does this, Lesende will leave without mentioning anything about the Temple of Faith.

Of course, the above three are just a group of many variables. There are many other plot changes, such as "failure to complete side missions", "actively trigger battles", "nonsense when choosing beliefs" and so on... Most of them are flags that are touch-and-death, so I won't expand them one by one. said.

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After cutting down the big tree, the five quickly crossed the gorge and continued on.

Behind the gorge is still within the scope of the taunting woods. Therefore, after walking more than a hundred meters, they were surrounded by curses.

However, the players are not surprised at this, as long as it is the wind...

The trace department still acts as a pioneer, overcoming obstacles along the way and pioneering the way forward. After doing this for another period of time, he suddenly said: "This forest is getting thinner and thinner..."

"It means that we are getting closer and closer to the edge of this forest." Feng Bujue continued.

While the two were talking, the trace just split a wall of vines blocking the way.

Suddenly, a strong smell came to my face...

"Fuck!" Trace Department shouted, raising an arm to cover his mouth and nose, turning around and staggering back.

In the first second, the four people behind thought that the trail department saw some danger before running. But in less than two seconds, they all smelled the stench coming from the wind...

"Um...what's the situation?" Tianma Xingkong put his palms together, covering his mouth and nose, and said urnly.

"This game can't fart...The possibility that the smell comes from teammates can be ruled out first." Honghu covered his nose with his sleeve.

"Your analysis is the same as you didn't say..." Uncle Waste Chai's reaction was the same as the former, covering his face with a sleeve.

"Well...it should be the smell of shit." Feng Bujue stood in the front, covering his nose with gloves, and said thoughtfully.

"Damn! I took a big gulp without any preparation..." At this moment, the trail has retreated to the back, sitting sideways on the ground, with clouds on his face, "I always feel that I have lost What's the important thing..."

"It's just a smell of shit." Feng Bujue replied in a relaxed tone, "As for the appearance of being broken?"

"I said...Crazy brother, why are you so sure that it is shit?" Uncle Waste Chai asked this question in a weird tone, because he already had some bad speculations in his heart.

"Oh, it's like this... When I was in middle school, my natural science research project was-"Smell"." Feng Bujue replied.

"Your teacher is crazy, right?" Honghu murmured. After saying this, he immediately thought of something, and took advantage of the situation, "You made me crazy, right?"

"The homework assigned by the teacher is'free research', that is, you can choose the research project yourself." Feng Bujue said, "I hesitated for a long time between the topic of'complete crime' and'smelly' , Considering that the former may cause misunderstandings, I chose the latter in the end."

"If you are afraid of causing misunderstandings, do something normal people would do! Just plant potted flowers and write an observation diary. This is all you need to do!" Honghu roared, "Speaking of which...completely Is crime also a natural science?"

"In short...I classified the smell according to the human tolerance of it." Feng Bujue ignored the other party's complaints and started to explain with interest, "The slightest one is'acceptable'. , Such as stinky tofu and garlic; then "general disgust", such as farts, body odor, stinky socks, moldy food, etc.; more serious is "extreme disgust", such as corpses, shit..." He paused After two seconds, he changed his breath and said, "Finally, it is'stinky'. Substances in this level are the nemesis of human smell, and can even directly harm us physiologically, such as hydrogen selenide, ethyl mercaptan, and odor. Itachi and so on."

"And the smell in front of us..." Feng Bujue gestured in that direction with his eyes, "...it must be shit, that is undoubtedly the smell of indole and skatole. This is similar to corpse odor. The difference, although it is also a derivative of intestinal bacteria, but..."

"Okay! Stop talking! The more you talk about it, the more disgusting there is!" Trace Department stood up again with an axe, and shouted to interrupt Brother Jue, "This is not the point at all! You say yes That's it! What is there to discuss about this kind of thing!"

"Hehe... I say this, it is of course meaningful." Feng Bujue smiled, "I am psychologically establishing a'disgusting defense' for you, so that you can better meet the next Physiological stress~IndoMTL.com~ What does it mean?" Tianma Xingkong's eyes widened, "Are we going to continue to move forward with this smell?"

"Of course." Feng Bujue said in a natural tone, "Do we still have a way out?"

"He was right..." Honghu continued, "There is no fork in the road at all, and we can't turn back...So, even if the smell in front is unpleasant, we can get it."

"Don't worry." Feng Bujue shrugged, "After a while, the sense of smell will become numb. I can't help it, and it's vomiting a few times at most." He waved to the ruins, "Let's go. , Don’t delay the time, it’s a cut when you stretch your head and shrink your head."

"Can I retreat forcefully? Seriously, I wanted to retreat from the beginning!" Traces resisted hoarsely.

"Ah... it's okay, Trace Department." Uncle Waste Chai said weakly at this time, "When you get to the stool marsh... uh... the ghost swamp, I will be replaced by me to lead the way."

"Hey! You just wanted to talk about **** swamp! You have already said it!" (To be continued...)