The Non-Existing Intelligence Organization's Mission
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
On the desolate ground that was filled with black rocks, besides illumination from the fluorescent grass, there were no other sources of light.
A few Gnomes hid behind the rocks as they looked warily at a distant village.
TakeASpearHit surveyed the sides carefully. Beside him, SealHeadLingChong and Dragonborn were peeking over the rocks to observe the village in front. Two Ogres who looked like guards were lazing at the entrance.
Occasionally, some Beetlemons entered and exited the village.
"Did you count the number of Ogres?" TakeASpearHit asked Dragonborn and SealHeadLingChong nervously.
"How can we see the Ogres clearly? It looks like the Ogres are working," Dragonborn said, bewildered.
"I saw Ogres with safety helmets entering and exiting the village."
"Safety helmets? This game has safety helmets? Don't joke with me."