Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

The two groups were drinking in a harmonious atmosphere at the Thunder Tavern. Gu Fei tidied up the equipment just arrived from the thin waist dance here, and counted it backwards and upwards.

If it's true, as he says, 73% resistance, it's perverted. It would take about 11 people to put on the equipment that could have been wiped out by a three-day fire wheel… this is too much.

Although the Water Flower Mercenary Corps is under the banner of alcohol, the strength of the Mercenary Corps and the Guild cannot be freely exchanged for equal value, mainly because of this number limit. Songs about alcohol can be composed of more than 100 magicians, but the ceiling of the Water Flower Mercenary Corps is only 80, not all of which can be composed of magicians. Teams without a professional balance can easily be defeated. So it's really hard to show off in a mercenary regiment when a song is powerful about alcohol.

It has already weakened itself, and now Gu Fei is carrying 73% of his resistance gear, which makes him feel like his magicians have become waste in this game.

It looks like we're going to have to recount this game! Think so upstream.

After sitting quietly again for a moment, the game time is running out, obviously everyone has had enough of this barely sitting together drinking atmosphere, and everyone is watching the time. When one muttered, "Almost there", he received a positive response from everyone, who rose up at the same time and mutually said, "See you on the battlefield." Then there was the tacit agreement that the six members of the son's elite group went out through the left door of the tavern and up the river with their brothers through the right door, each taking a street towards the transfer array.

As Ben's pre-war intelligence conference unexpectedly emerged as a silent wine party due to the reflux, the time on the way was also hurried. The opponent's information was explained by Han's son himself. After all, he was a member of the song about alcohol, and the members of the mercenary regiment were all elite members of the club. He actually recognized them all.

Listen, Han's son, like several Jens, clearly and quickly recited the intelligence of 80 people, the bigger the eyes of the other four except the Sword Ghost. Nobody listened to the content in the back, and they were all amazed at Han's strong memory. Brother Yu usually relies on his little intelligence book to talk about intelligence.

“That's the eighty!” By the end of this last sentence, the six of us had just arrived in the transmission array. After entering the pre-war preparation map, the royal gods were still pulling the number of fingers: "Are there eighty? Exactly 80? ”

“Eighty!” Brother Yu nodded clearly, he was a bit of a statistical talent, and he ended up amazed: “You are really talented if you don't do intelligence work. ”

“Anything can be flawed without me.” Mr Han said.

The crowd was so amazed that they were not in the mood because of his words.

“Now that you know these eighty men so well, you must be pretty sure about this contest, right?” Yu said.

“Well, it works a little, but it's not the key.” Master Han said, "I just love to see your amazing eyes! ”

“Fuck you!” Everyone has replaced their eyes with contempt, the deepest contempt.

Time was running out, the number of opponents of the splash mercenary regiment jumped fast, without the General Assembly rising to 72, the remaining eight seemed to be unable to attend. Without a ten-second countdown, the scene turns and the confrontation begins officially.

“Highlands, huh?” Several people stretched out their lazy hips to ask Han's son.

Han's son grinned: “A lot of people thought they could see through my thoughts, and they were all wrong. ”

“We're all wrong! Please stop attacking us like that. What's the plan? Just say it's okay.” Gu Fei can't stand it anymore.

“Follow me!” Han's son walked forward. Five people looked at each other, followed behind him, Yu Brother found confidence in the face of the sword ghost. This time, he failed to get what he wanted, and the face of the sword ghost was slightly confused.

“Sword Ghost...” Yu's voice was a little trembling.

The Sword Ghost recalled: “Once upon a time, his intentions were guessed out, so he deliberately changed the tactics that would have been appropriate, and finally..."

“Lost?” Brother Yu grabbed the answer.

“No, we won, but the losses were bigger than planned, including the guy who broke his intentions.” Sword ghost said.

“Wow, this guy is awful!” They were also eavesdropping on Yuko's conversation with the Sword Ghost, Gu Fei, and they couldn't help but make a statement.

“Will he let us all die?” The gods roar.

“No one is to blame! Did everyone just yell?” Yu asked.

“I didn't yell.” The Sword Ghost said.

“Neither did I.” Gu Fei said.

“You're lying, I'm right next to you, and you shouted.” The royal gods pointed to Gu Feiduo.

“Calm down, young man, you may just be sent to die soon; but if you say I yell again, you will die soon.” Gu Fei intimidated.

“Not alive, one worse than the other.” The royal gods are weeping.

Five people stopped talking and, led by Han's son, came to a woodland. Mr. Han took the lead and drilled in. All right, stop and turn your head.

The sun was falling on his face after being dispersed by the leaves on the top of the tree. In the overall gloomy forest, the strange face appeared even more unusual. At this time, Han suddenly smiled slightly, the five creepy people.

“All right, let's go!” Mr. Han suddenly opened his mouth.

“Up to what?” Five people are surprised.

“Up the tree.” Master Han filmed him around.

“Oh, just climbing a tree?” The five were relieved, but quickly asked: “Why the tree? ”

“It's a tactic!” Mr Han said.

“Tactics?” The five of them doubted each other, all afraid to be played to death by the evil of Han's son.

By way of example, Han family led the sword ghost to give him a handle, and climbed up first. After reaching the position, he studied it four times and greeted several people under the tree.

“Thousand miles, Mighty Heaven, you two go up first.” Mr Han said.

The two of them were shocked.

Frankly, the two of them were a little louder when they just stretched out their lazy hips and shouted at the top of the mountain. Mighty God is a teenager. Naturally speaking without regard, Gu Fei is a teacher. After the teacher's lecture becomes a habit, he will speak out loud without paying attention.

Is this a revenge trap? The two men thought alike.

“I'm not going to the trees!” The royal gods began to flee immediately.

“Let me help you!” There was no tragedy or happiness in the war, and the royal god who tried to escape had been caught by him.

“No harm done, you son of a bitch, eat your shit!” The royal gods roared.

The battle was unharmed and ignored him. He found a tree and threw the royal gods up. The royal angels didn't sound high at first glance. They wanted to fall smoothly again. As a result, the battle was unharmed and the sword was put under the royal angels. The royal angels also responded quickly. The situation was not right. The tree trunk was snapped.

“Over there. Go that way.” Master Han pointed him in the direction.

The imperial gods roared on the tree in awe, checking from time to time to see if there was any chance of falling. No, not at all. Without saying anything, Gu Fei joined the ranks, and sent a message to the imperial gods: "Try to find out, don't worry, something won't save you for me. ”

The imperial gods could not help but weep for the sake of making such an evil group of friends.

Under the guidance of Han's son, the royal angels climbed higher and higher, and had extinguished the idea of falling and falling. He began to carefully examine whether the branches under his feet were loose. He thought that Han's plan was likely to be to deliberately point to an unbearable branch to put him on his feet.

It turns out that Mr. Han's mind is not so easy to guess, and the royal gods arrived safely at the designated location, and the reception was immediately quarreled.

“How's it going? Is there anything wrong?” Gu Fei and others wrote to inquire.

Use yourself as a test piece! The angels roar with resentment, and no one can gamble.

“Thousand miles, you too, go to that position.” Mr. Han pointed to a place and then greeted the other three: “All come up and look for a place to hide. ”

With the greatest unharmed strength, he took on the responsibility of "helping hands" and lifted the sword ghost and Yuko to the tree, and then looked to the flying eye.

“I don't have to.” Gu Fei shook his head and pointed at a branch next to him. "Moving instantly, moving!” Sex, Gu Fei has stood on the tree in a dazzling manner.

“I know you don't have to. I mean, give me a hand!” War is unharmed and devastating.

Gu Fei swept his wretched body with no expression: “Do you think it's possible? ”

The battle was truly a difficult problem. Later, with the help of several people, he was put on a tree. Gu Fei looked at his clumsy figure on the branches and continued to feel sad: “Don't be so fussy! ”

Afterwards, Gu Fei put the lightweight sword ghost on the tree. He moved again in a dazzling moment and jumped between the branches.

“Well, just a lot of practice. It'll be useful in a minute.” Master Han ignored.

“By the way, what now? What should we do?" Asked Yu, except that the battle was unharmed, and the other five chose their place in the tree.

“Wait for the backflow to find us.” Han's son smiled slightly.

“What if I can't find it? ”

“We'll find them. We'll find them in the clouds. How could he not find them? ”

“What about finding it?” Actually, that's what you really care about.

“This forest is a trap to give him. ”

“Oh!" everyone relieved, turns out Han's conscience also found that when not counting his own people, the trap was intended for backflow up.

Last night was not very thoughtful, this chapter took five hours to complete, it was rewritten countless times, sweating... (to be continued, please log on to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)