Chapter 775: Chapter 735: Molten Mountain Dragon Crusade


    Camille Victoria was recognized by someone.


    Previously in Chang’an, they mainly yed by themselves and didn’t interact much with others, so the risk of being exposed was very low.


    However, this trip to Suzhou required them to interact with many famous bad singers, which involved close contact. It was a bit difficult not to be recognized.


    Several middle-aged aunties recognized Camille Victoria and were both surprised and overjoyed. They talked to Lincoln while constantly ncing at the Little Princess. Eventually, they pulled Camille Victoria into a lively conversation.


    As for Lincoln’s invitation, they almost absent-mindedly agreed.


    Camille Victoria anxiously awaited news to spread online.


    But waiting and waiting… in the end, nothing happened.


    – The four teachers they met, their qualities were too high, none of them talked about what had happened…


    This was actually quite normal. How could established bad singers in their forties or fifties enjoy gossiping and bbering?<div>


    In the game, of course, virtual beauties of various ages would sing.


    However, in reality, if you want to listen to the highest-level performances, they are all from performers who are over 40 years old and have sung for decades. The younger performers are just students taught by these people.


    Cloud Dream sought foreign aid and naturally wanted the highest possible level.


    *


    Friday night, Camille Victoria was lying on the hotel bed, browsing socialworks, and discovered that everything was still peaceful, with no news about her.


    Little Princess’s mood wasplicated – she didn’t know whether to be happy or disappointed.


    Just as she was feeling mncholy, her mobile phone rang. She picked it up and found a message from Shuihua –


    [The Molten Mountain Dragon Hunt is about to begin, everyone is here, do you want to join us?]


    Camille Victoria checked the time and found it was almost 9 o’clock.


    Lincoln was still busy, and she guessed he wouldn’t invite her to explore Suzhou at night. So, she replied: “I’ming.”


    This whole week, Shuihua attended sses during the day and fought on the battlefield and hunted with Lance at night. The two hadn’t yed together for a long time.


    Moreover, Camille Victoria was indeed curious about the Molten Mountain Dragon Hunt.


    Nobody in Cloud Dream knew exactly where the plot of [Dinosaur Ind] would go.


    At Lincoln’s request, everyone designed only the models, skills, numerical values, and action rules for Molten Mountain Dragon and Phase Willow, without preparing an ending in advance.


    As a result, the staff of Cloud Dream was as curious as the yers about the final plot direction of [Dinosaur Ind].


    On the way to Suzhou, Princess Camille Victoria asked Lincoln how he arranged the ending of the [Dinosaur Ind] event.


    Lincoln told her that he had made multiple preparations:


    “If the yers win, both Molten Mountain Dragon and Phase Willow will have exclusive death performances.”


    “If the yers can’t beat either of them, they will fight each other at the end of the seven days and perish together.”


    “What if the yers can only beat one of them?” Camille Victoria asked at that time.


    Lincoln’s answer was: “There will be surprises.”


    When Camille Victoria asked what kind of surprise, Lincoln deliberately kept her in suspense and refused to say.


    So now that the Hunt has finally started, she is still curious.


    …


    Log in to the virtual world, ept the invitation, join the team, and then log in to Dinosaur Ind.


    But what appeared in front of her was not Shuihua and Camille Victoria’s Team.


    The starting point of the Hunt was still the dock, but the dense crowd of yer teams hadpletely filled the space.


    yers who just logged in had to appear on the edge of the crowd.


    Camille Victoria had already changed into Intern Camille’s “leather suit.” She dialed the voice call while struggling to find Shuihua and the others among the crowd.


    Along the way, Camille Victoria saw arge number of “wild” yers.


    Bare-chested male yers and almost bare-chested female yers were everywhere, and both men and women had their thighs exposed.


    Huge swords were tied on their backs with belts, leather wristbands, furry boots, leather skirts, leg hoops, and beast-tooth nes…every part of them was filled with wildness.


    Some people even tied copper bells to their belts, making a constant jingling sound as they walked, which was very amusing.


    Of course, it wasn’t just the bells that made noise—


    Because the weapons were so huge, they often collided as the yers walked, with swords shing and axes and hammers striking each other, making a continuous noisy nging sound.


    These weapons were not just about size.


    Many people’s weapons had increasingly bizarre designs: all kinds of wild beast teeth and beast head decorations, to name a few.


    Some weapons, even when carried on their backs, had streaks of flowing light moving through the patterns on the des.


    Folding shields and giant axes, engine-powered greatswords, hammers that constantly spewed smoke and sparks, and heavy crossbows with ammunition as thick as one’s wrist…


    One piece of weaponry after another, utterly disregarding any sense of reason, focused solely on wildness and exaggeration.


    Although Camille Victoria had seen some of these weapons in design sketches, she was still quite shocked when she saw them in person—


    She never imagined that the visual impact would be so strong when all these things were put together!


    Walking among these people, the princess felt like a little rabbit walking among fierce beasts, treading carefully with every step, fearing to identally bump into a muscr man’s chest muscles or a fierce woman’s eight-pack abs.


    As she walked, she couldn’t help but think: What on earth was Lincoln thinking, allowing yers to grow taller with hunting, and even more baffling, developing more muscles the more they hunt?!!


    Many average-sized yers were initially very conservative.


    When strengthening their armor, they would specifically ask the armorsmith to wrap them up more tightly.


    But as they hunted more and more, their bodies grew increasingly strong and burly, and they mysteriously became more open, wanting to expose every piece of muscle to the air.


    Even female yers were like this!


    Moreover, as female yers hunted more times, they grew taller and more muscr, with increasingly better proportions like a fuller bust, curvier hips, slimmer waist, and longer legs, moving towards a perfect figure step by step.


    This change brought arge influx of female yers to Dinosaur Ind in a short time, significantly alleviating the gender imbnce that was bing an issue.


    After passing through the group of male yers with raised buttocks and female yers with raised hips, Camille Victoria finally found Shuihua’s location.


    The crowd here was not much different.


    Lance and Shuihua, who originally only had half a head difference in height, now had a huge height gap—Shuihua’s head could only reach Lance’s chest muscles.


    Don’t get the wrong idea, Lance had himself well-covered, but even through a thick chest te, those strong chest muscles were hard to ignore.


    Even Camille Victoria was a full head taller than Shuihua now!@@novelbin@@


    Seeing Camille Victoria appear, Shuihua quickly ran over and grabbed her best friend’s arm, refusing to let go.


    “Phew—” Shuihua breathed a sigh of relief, “Finally, there’s someone I can talk to without craning my neck.”


    Camille Victoria yed less frequently, and the equipment she wore was a developer suit given to her directly by Lincoln, providing maximum defense and resistance. The catch was that she couldn’t gain any benefits from hunting once she put on this suit, rendering it a purely “spectator suit.”


    Imagining Shuihua straining her neck to talk to Lance, Camille Victoria couldn’t help but want tough.


    Just as she was about to crack a few jokes and tease Shuihua, she was suddenly interrupted by a loud shout from the crowd—


    “9 o’clock sharp! Time’s up!!”


    “Let’s go!”


    “Target: Molten Mountain Dragon!”


    The dense, messy crowd, stretching as far as the eye could see, suddenly started moving in the same direction.


    One muscr man or woman after another started moving, forming a torrent of bodies, creating an extremely spectacr scene.


    The battle against the Molten Mountain Dragon had officially begun!