I contracted the bed for the full escape game

The centaur stared at the door and the strange undead around it, and involuntarily scolded Merlin's socks.

He didn't want to enter this dead forest at all, it was all because of the temporary courier!

The centaur thought this way, but the magic element in his blood suddenly boiled.He was not afraid at the first moment, but grabbed the silver candlestick in his hand, rushed to the door frantically, and knocked out the heads of the undead one by one.

He finally closed the entrance of the tent, and the energy of the magic raw stone suspended at the top of the tent was instantly extracted, and the undead outside could only pat the surface of the small tent unwillingly, without affecting the inside at all.

For a while, only centaurs and dwarf undead were left in the space of the magic tent.

Before the dwarf undead clapped their hands in time to stop, they heard the centaur pinching the silver candlestick in its hand and sneering.

"Do you know why I'm not on the field?"

Inside the empty tent, the strange clapping of hands echoed.

The dwarf undead seemed to finally sense something was wrong, stopped clapping, and stared at the centaur in a daze.

The centaur weighed the candlestick in his hand very socially, showing a cruel expression: "Because our centaur family is one of the cornerstones of the Magic Express Association, where we are, the branch of the association will never perish!"

"Centaurs are never slaves!"

The dwarf undead looked bewildered, and the originally terrifying face was also full of a sense of comedy at this moment.

I saw the centaur rushing towards the dwarf undead with the candlestick as if charging. Not long ago, the seriously ill person who said that he might die on the spot at any time was swept away.

He looked like an invincible general.

"No...wait!"

The dwarf undead still wanted to struggle a bit, causing the centaur to rethink and generate fear.But he was too late, the centaur's charge would never stop.

As a result, the dwarf undead turned around and ran away when he saw that the situation was not good.

He didn't run away like a headless chicken, but instead headed straight for the sleeping Longjing.

In his opinion, as long as he can wake up the temporary courier, he can make the other party feel infinite fear from the bottom of his heart, and then gain strength to defeat the menacing centaur.

However, he didn't expect that - when he put his hand on Longjing's shoulder, a flash of white light flashed, and he was instantly thrown out, hitting the false wall of the tent heavily with a muffled sound.

Longjing didn't wake up.

The centaur just rushed to the bedside, and was stunned for a second, then turned at the fastest speed and charged towards the dwarf undead again.

"Centaurs have no fear!"

The dwarf undead turned around and struggled to get up from the ground. It never occurred to him that he would still feel fear after death.

The undead friends outside patted the cloth wall of the tent helplessly, which could only make the small tent that was already rickety even more rickety, and could not produce more impact.

"Ah! Help!"

"Why are you calling for help when you're dead?!"

The centaur picked up the weapons that Longjing gave him.

"Woooooooo..."

After being beaten several times intermittently, the dwarf, who was not so clear-headed because he became an undead, finally woke up.

He figured out one thing, since being an undead meant being beaten, it would be safer for him not to be an undead.

But at this time, it was already bright outside, and those undead had already left the tent and retreated to their hidden dark corners.

Longjing finally relieved a little drowsiness. When he woke up from the sleepiness, what he faced was a mess all over the place.

The tables and chairs in the entire room were overturned, vases and teacups fell to the ground and became shattered, and all kinds of simple and easy-to-eat items fell on the ground and turned into balls of powder, which looked extraordinarily chaotic.

Long Jing suspected at the first time that he had made something extraordinary while he was sleeping, but after his sight touched the centaur sitting under the window sill, he understood that the person who caused this should not be him.

The centaur was sitting under the window sill, dozing off with its head down. The body of the horse looked awkward in this movement.

And there was a dwarf corpse piled under his ass, occasionally twitching for a second, making one realize that it wasn't quite dead.

Longjing could see the dead energy wrapped around the dwarf's body, which was very light in color.

He lifted his legs off the bed, walked to the centaur, stared at him for a while to make sure he was still alive.

After sleeping on the bed, Longjing didn't just sleep, he also got some information about this dungeon - for example: the president of the Magic Express Association, who looks exactly like him.

Longjing thought about it, and felt something was wrong.

If that person looks exactly like the current self, but he should be the former self, if the president is the former Longjing.Not to mention the appearance is exactly the same, at least it should be similar to when I was a child.

However, the president he saw was almost exactly the same as his current self.

Who is he?

Longjing temporarily put aside this question, stretched out his hand and pushed the sleeping centaur.

The centaur suddenly woke up from his sleep, and when he looked up, he saw Long Jing staring at him with a sleepy face, as if asking him with his eyes, what happened last night?

"You finally woke up?!"

The centaur's emotions suddenly became agitated.

He staggered and stood up from the ground, and he couldn't control his tone and said to him, "Do you know how dangerous it was last night? If I wasn't here to watch, you would be dead!"

Longjing looked at him calmly: "What happened last night?"

Perhaps Longjing's attitude was too calm, and the centaur gradually calmed down, telling Longjing what happened last night word by word.

After hearing all the things that happened last night, Longjing replied to the centaur: "That's why I brought you out together."

The centaur was held back by this sentence for a long time, and finally scolded his mother as Longjing expected.

But after scolding his mother, he looked at Longjing and asked, "What shall we do next?"

Longjing: "Keep walking until you get out of the forest."

"It will take at least one more day to get out of the forest. Are you sure you want to do this? We still have time to get out now."

The centaur didn't want to go on, because he was able to beat the dwarf undead entirely because the body of the dwarf race was not suitable for fighting.What's more, there is only one undead. After all, the centaur is a fighting race, and it is still possible to fight one.

Longjing glanced at him, and suddenly said: "Do you know the president of the Magic Express Association?"

The centaur froze for a moment, wondering why the temporary courier would ask this question.

He replied: "Of course I don't know the president anymore, I'm just an ordinary delivery manager."

Longjing nodded to show that he understood, and then he began to pack up the things he could use to continue on the road. The things in the room can be taken out of the space of the magic tent.

The centaur watched him pack his things, and suddenly felt a wave of nameless fear.

He tremblingly asked Longjing: "You...do you want to go on?"

Longjing didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

He has already packed up the items that should be used and are not heavy, and he can officially go on the road.

The centaur followed him out of the tent, and the undead gnome was dragged by him, struggling in the shadow of the tent and the outside world - he could not be exposed to the sun.

"But if you want to get out of the White Night Forest from there, it will take at least a day. When night falls, what will you use to resist those undead?"

Long Jing looked back at him, with heavy packages and luggage on his back. He didn't answer the question directly, but instead asked the centaur: "You were so fierce last night, did you see that I woke up?"

The centaur was speechless.

No—why would this man be proud of sleeping like a dead pig? !

Why is this temporary courier so proud? !

"Going further, before you subdued this undead gnome, he must have tried to hurt me. But obviously, he failed."

Longjing took out a beef stick from the side pocket of his luggage, and while biting into it, he continued: "You should have seen that I can't be hurt when I'm asleep, and I can even fight back if I want to hurt you." my creature."

"What do you want to express?"

Centaurs have bad instincts.

Longjing took another piece of food from his pocket and gave it to the centaur, before he said slowly, "I think the two of us can travel separately."

"I will drive the daytime journey, and when night falls, you will drive the night journey."

The centaur wanted to refute Longjing, but before he could refute, Longjing made a second suggestion - "You can use me to defend against those undead, as long as those undead approach me, they should be expelled."

"Are you scared?"

……

The night in the White Night Forest is very deep, so dark that you can hardly see your fingers.

The centaur administrator was carrying a dragon well weighing more than a hundred kilograms, and he couldn't understand why he agreed to the other party's proposal in a brain twitch in the morning.

Maybe this is the last stubbornness of a courier delivery manager?

He took Longjing's hand and slapped the strange undead in front of him. Seeing that the hideous undead was about to hit him, he was bounced away by the light emanating from Longjing's body as expected. Several branches were broken.

The centaur administrator silently calculated the distance in his heart, and there were still about three hours.

In just three hours, they should have completely walked out of the White Night Forest.

This damn forest, anyway, he never wants to come back in this life.

The sign of walking out of the forest is that the stars in the night sky began to shine, and countless undead stopped at the border position, accompanied by howling mournfully, which made the centaur feel terrified.

There are too many.

Even if a high-level magician came to such a scene, he would probably die in the forest due to exhaustion of magic.

The centaur administrator walked towards the scattered towns in the distance without looking back. When he returned to the headquarters, he must report to the president the news he accidentally overheard in Sulawesi.

The war will soon be over.

As long as they control the contents of package No. 0000, their Magic Express Association will dominate this chaotic continent!