Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

“Come on, get somebody over there!” There's something wrong with going up the river, though I can't say one at this time.

There has been no act of siege against alcohol during this time. After the dissolution of the federation alliance, the reflux upstream did not like touching hard enough to take down the cloud city. Therefore, most of the members of the federation were demobilized, while searching for missions, while paying attention to the situation on various battlefields.

Fragmented tasks have also been collected, although there have been no major events affecting the urban war process, but they have accumulated on the basis of these tasks and the upstream perception that they will not fail. Those who fought the city's NPC bloodbath didn't like it. Three doors, east and south, as the number of player deaths rose, it was more than helpless, and finally, the system guards waited for each wave to disappear.

Now even the players in the direction of the Three Towns Gate are less enthusiastic, some are still insistent, some are turning to collecting tasks like a song for alcohol, and others find it a little tedious, so they are simply offline. Of course, these are more desperate clubs, where members are more indifferent to their contributions, because even contributions do not necessarily translate into any direct benefits.

But the club is different, and the club points are almost equivalent to the currency in circulation within the club, and how the club distributes it is not a matter of masking the day when it completes some of the major tasks for which it is rewarded with excellent equipment. The rules set by the system are that members consume bank points to earn excellent equipment, and in order to have points, you must regularly participate in the team activities of the club. Otherwise, you will be the best at what you do. There is no other way for the system to earn points. While the statistics of the system are inevitably somewhat stubborn, some of the more humane contribution systems are not statistically available and can only be compensated for in other ways by the chairman of the bank.

All walks of life will establish their own reward system in conjunction with the system's points system, but it is usually the Grand Chambers that can really implement it. It's actually a virtuous cycle. There are no rules, everyone abides by the rules, the banks will develop natural steam, the bigger and bigger; the bigger the industry will naturally receive stronger tasks, the better the reward, in order to get rewards, the more active the members of the bank will naturally earn points. By entering this loop mode, players will feel more and more belonging to the club, and the club will grow more and more stable. And the rules are empty, but the members are basically inappropriate, supported by only a few activists, definitely won't be able to achieve a large climate, then envy the equipment of the members of the grand rally, it is possible that birds and animals will be scattered instantly.

Naturally, when a song about wine develops to this day, it's not like this. So even though the war in the city was not going smoothly, no one withdrew from the plenary session and was searching for a task with all their heart. This requires a task, and while we don't know how many points we can earn in a city war, it's clearly counted in the system where row points are counted, which is similar to making money.

The backflow greeted the players who had put the song down and started following the backflow directions to the pit where they had previously been on a mission.

“You keep in touch with that lemongrass guy and ask them what the club is, who the chairman is, and we can work together.” Instruct the brothers around you down against the current.

After the man sent a few messages, the divine color also became uneasy: “He supported the excuse, and the chairman refused to say, I think there is a problem. ”

“Well, just turn it off. ”

“This is troublesome. Clean the snake. Tell the players closest to it to hurry over and see what happens first.” Back up, he said.

“What the hell is going on? Why can't I figure it out?” One knocks his head blind.

“You'll see.” There was a book in his heart at this time, but he didn't want to speculate until there was conclusive evidence. Only one thing he was sure was that the impression was not the mastermind of the matter, that he should be the leverage that everyone was fighting for, and that the real competitors were still behind it. As for who he is, it's not hard to know which club they're in.

Clearly, there's no energy left to do this at this time, so who else? Upstream thinking lingered in three other six-level meetings. Except for them, actually wait a little bit for the club's appetite to not be this big, and they'll eat alcohol as a song.

The first part of the song about wine arrives quickly. As instructed by the upriver, they did not appear out of nowhere, but were approached first by bandits to see exactly what was going on.

“Notice what the club's over there!” Reverse flow up and down.

The assassin was the first to rush to the pit in a song about alcohol and, after reporting to the captain, was personally instructed by the chairman. Fluttering is a complete individual heroism, but attending a group event at the club is hard work because he wants a weapon: a dagger that breaks the snow. I've seen this dagger from friends in other castles, and I love it, but it's a reward for club tasks, and it's a big task, so there's no other way to get started. For this reason, this is why we have added songs about wine, earned points diligently, listened to the activities of the day's club every day, and looked forward to joining the task of rewarding the broken snow early.

I wonder if the mission content of the main city is different, and I haven't seen the one his friends mentioned in the song about wine. He can only participate frequently in the club tasks at this level, and he will take any reward for broken snow. His line will score fourth on the wine when the song is already ranked, because he has never consumed it, he doesn't want anything but crushed snow.

The upstream on this side is reassuring to learn that the person conducting the investigation is in flux. It was also a small character, but he was impressed by the upstream, not only because of his points ranking, but also because he was diligently on various assignments and had no complaints. The chairman will love this role, especially if he accumulates such high points, which means he won't leave the club easily.

“Be careful.” Reverse the flow up and direct the flow personally on the channel.

“Mmm-hmm!” The flow simply responded, entering the diving state and slowly walking towards the pit.

Today, diving is no longer a 100% safe peek, and an increasing number of equipment and skills have anti-diving effects, equipped by a mature team. But I looked around, and this pit circle really didn't have any cover, so I just walked straight up.

As a man who aspires to be a solo warrior, it must be prudent. Carefully approaching the pit step by step, turn your head every two or three steps to gauge the movement around you. No movement, even the nearest companion to himself, is now lying in the woods.

He looked at the pit and suddenly received a message from his companion: "Beware!!! ”

Turning back, he saw a flame rising in the woods and heard skills interact.

The other side is ready!!

Have you been discovered?

Otherwise, for a moment, the flow turned back, and two assassins had appeared in front of him, and the dagger flashed a cold light towards him.

Fluency is not a celebrity, but it doesn't mean his skills suck. Perhaps his friends at the club, who worked with him, would think he was very conscious, but that's because he didn't want to be here at all. He never thought of any kind of cooperation, and his goal was a lone wolf who would leave me alone. He does not have a particular sense of team, but the technology of Single P is absolutely exceptional.

Faced with two sudden daggers, he did not panic, he quickly disarmed his dive, one running around, waved a knife to reverse the assassin on the other's right. At the same time, the left hand grabbed a small sandbag and threw it in all directions. The white lime scattered out, not surprisingly. Since the other side was already ready, then of course there were more than two potential assassins.

One person was in a difficult situation and became unknown and excited. He did not forget the task of the trip. He looked at each other's chest, but did not find any club badges. The opponent has been surrounded, and he knows his strength, knowing that not so many opponents. Although it's just a game, and it's a mode of death without punishment, for an ideal flurry, death is a very uncomfortable ending at all times, and in the face of such a siege, you have to back off your whole body, and that's victory.

The flushing disease has not yet expired, disguised as rushing in one direction, driving everyone to run, then suddenly turning back in a direction. So many players are not all foolish, such a simple change is not to be dumped, but for them it is a sudden turnaround, the reaction is fast and slow, the flow grabs a huge gap between one fast-reacting player and another slow-responsive player, and the ghost glamorously crosses the past.

He smiled back with pride and did this with great satisfaction.

But the assassins didn't let him go and chased him. Once again, he laughed and patted himself gently on a badge on his chest, which suddenly picked up speed and instantly threw away the assassins behind him.

This is a skill badge with a skill “boost” that boosts the user's mobility by 30% for 10 seconds.

Ten seconds is long enough to get rid of these players. Everyone's movement speed is similar to that of the profession. Pull away a lot of this, which is basically hopeless. The assassins stopped and watched the flow leave before returning to the pit.

The flush did not really leave, and after the dive cooled down, he went back into the dive state and reported the situation to the club first.

Back up this side of the river, we received reports that a small group of people arrived first, were scouted by the stream, and others were lurking in the woods. As a result, the lurker encountered an ambush and the entire army was overthrown, and the influx was surrounded by several people.

I didn't realize the stream was still alive. I couldn't help but look at this guy again.

“The other party was guarded and did not see the club badge.” There have been few detections, and his sight was enough to reach the bottom of the pit.

“Attention all teams, assemble into battle teams, one or two teams east, three or four teams west, five or six teams north, seven or eight teams south, four directions surrounded, elite team magicians northwest coordinates XXX, XXX standby.” Arrange backflow up. There are ten teams in the club, one to eight of which are standard teams in various professional configurations, the ninth team is an elite team of experts, and the tenth team is the magician's squad best at drinking as a song.

“Flood, find a way to open up the power of ambush in the woods.” Against the currents, they give instructions.

He was also parked in the woods at this time. He was in a diving state, but he wasn't too afraid. Immediately after receiving the order, it entered the forest, which is small but dense, otherwise it would not be safe to hide. He asked several of his strong brothers about the attack and scored some points in his heart.

Walking in the woods, footsteps suddenly exposed, a few steps dared not move, took out a little trash from his pocket, after standing behind a tree, suddenly probed his head and threw it in the right direction.

This throw is of course also an attack method, so as soon as this action was carried out, he immediately exposed himself, he quickly flashed into a cluster of grass that had already been seen, followed the direction of stealing eyes and throwing the garbage out. The players behind several trees heard the sound and revealed their figure. There were two magicians who directly attacked, bombarded a map of the place, but after the bombing, he couldn't see people, and couldn't help but smile at their faces.

“Not many ambushes, mainly hidden behind trees, were they not in a diving state, they could easily be spotted in the woods, and then the occupants could not suddenly attack, killing for a second in a round, which is probably their main tactic.” Reporting backward and upward.

“Then I'll send some assassins first, and you'll lead them to the end of the gang.” The backflow upstream reflux job was extremely satisfying, and I was willing to promote this guy.

“Later, I can survive.” She echoed.

The ambush in the other side of the woods was not stupid, was thrown a garbage trick, no one was found, but the movement was unequivocal, a few people naturally knew that someone was still in the woods, which was secretly flirting with them. Several people immediately stepped out of the back of the tree and gathered together to begin careful scrutiny.

Flushing in the grass, I was nervous and excited. That's the game life I want! Think excitedly.

If you use a dive at this time, these people have anti-diving equipment in their hands, but it is easy to find him. Now he hid completely spontaneously, relying on the player's own ability to search, instead, the group of people choked enough, a few people turned around and didn't find one, so if only he knew that someone must be hiding near the left, really want to cry, the two magicians began to use magic everywhere to bomb, trying to blow people up. But how calm is it? A spell can't blow people up, blow it up, so when a fire tree burned in his arms, he held still, waiting for the flame momentum to pass, gently breaking a piece of bread into his mouth. Fluttershy is really admiring itself.

“Where have you been?” He even heard a few people talking to each other.

“Did you dive? ”

“The dive should be discovered, too.” One said.

The flow yielded significant information and immediately reported back up to the flow: “There are eight people, there is anti-diving. ”

“How are you? ”

“That's good," he said.

“Hang on, we'll be there. ”

“Have you looked carefully?” Eight people couldn't find the flutter and were disturbed.

“Bombed it all over again.” A magician said.

“What good is that? You think you're a thousand miles drunk, you have to run when you blow someone up, people are hiding. ”

“Who called me? ”

Everyone was frightened, and then another voice came from the other side. When I looked back, I saw a black robe master carrying a sword into the woods. In this turn, the man's eyes chased him in this direction.

“Did he see me? No way?” He thought he was hiding pretty tight.

“What man!” The eight men had come running towards the sound.

“Me, I sound like someone said my name.” The magician continued to walk forward as he spoke...

You see me? Coincidence? Coincidence? I struggled intensely in my heart, and the magician really walked beside him. I lay on my own, gazing up, and saw that the magician was looking down at him.

“What are you doing down here?” The magician spoke in a convection, and the flush finally confirmed that he had been discovered. I didn't know what to do. The eight men rushed up to close the circle for him, yelling “who”, while they had greeted the attack.

The flutter found naturally felt that hiding was pointless, and looking at the shape of the magician, listening to the people he took over, the flutter had already guessed who this person was, especially seeing that he and the eight people were clearly not in the same group, and fluttering felt that he had met the lark and then had a good show.

Fluently rolling aside, avoiding the other party's dropped spell again, the other eight people saw his move and shouted: “There's another one. ”

The voice had just fallen, the previous one had arrived in front of them, and there was a fire in the woods, and eight people had not figured out what was going on, and they were all dead. “Thousands of miles are drunk!” A few rolls went out and hid in a pile of grass, looking at each other's hand, he was sure. At the same time, he felt drunk and focused on his enemies. He must not have noticed where he was hiding. He was snooping, but he looked back at him and his pile of grass and said, “Why are you still climbing there? ”

Three more chapters of hemoptysis, 15,000 words, although 5,000 is yesterday, is a rare feat in history. Ask for tickets, anyone who doesn't give tickets today is too disgraceful!!

In addition, the flow that appeared in this chapter is the reward set for the last event, and there is no connection whatsoever with the solitary flow month, no doubt or YY... (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)