"Why are those buildings lying sideways? Are they still rolling horizontally in midair?"
Ciri raised a question at that moment. Seeing an elf fall from a building had evidently put her in a good mood, though she was more concerned about the escape route of the remaining few.
The snow was still falling, and the city remained cold, but the elves were no longer killing zombies.
"You mean the 'rolling cylinder zone' I designed? Pretty good, right?" Su Ming said with a smile as he adjusted the camera, showing the unavoidable obstacles on the road out of the city. Suspended buildings were slowly rotating in the air, like the shafts in a sausage-grilling machine, except they were far from smooth. Getting onto them required not only skill, but timing.
He had learned this design from a variety show in his previous life. What was it called again? Boys and Girls Charge Forward? Happy Charge? Or some kind of Grand Challenge?
They were all more or less the same anyway—parkour mixed with cross-country racing. Except beneath the contestants in those old shows had been swimming pools or ball pits, while beneath these elves was bubbling, fiery-red lava.
Yes, lava did not spread slowly across land. Maybe it could not match a flood, but before cooling and solidifying, it could still be regarded as liquid. It had now spread into the streets, adding a touch of warmth to the game.
"Pfft!"
That was the sound of Number Three, who had fallen earlier, plunging into the lava from high above. Under the eyes of his teammates, he screamed as he turned into a flickering flame. Just like that.
The lava was too hot. The instant he fell in, he was cremated on the spot.
The remaining four had watched him for too long