Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

Gu Fei didn't even know who the killer was, and there was no mercenary channel available in the city at this time. But it doesn't look like Han's son did it. He's not even online yet!

Gu Fei flipped over the task list and, indeed, all the tasks received in the war in the city after his death were declared unsuccessful, whether visiting Gilkino or assassinating the sword without oath. Gu Fei was helpless and had to go back to the two duty stations to see if NPC had any say.

Outside the city, he succeeded in killing a thousand miles of drunken drunken songs when 212 people were excited for too long to calm down. The chairman was particularly excited to go upstream, and he wanted to share it with people. At first glance, the target was to kill the Chairman, no sword of oath, not online; Gu Xiaozheng, not online. He swallowed his saliva upstream, so he turned around and continued to celebrate with his brother.

Even upstream was happy to forget, so Fanling remained calm, and he was the first to run to a drunken and powerful area, carefully searching the ground.

Nothing fell off the ground, Fanling came back and grabbed it 30 miles away from where people were celebrating: “Well, what's the progress on the mission? ”

“Mission?" Oh, yeah! The task. "Thirty miles away also reacted, hastily opening the task list, but still the original sentence.

“This, do you need to go back and look for the NPC?” Thirty miles away.

Back then, God began to pay attention to the purpose of what they were doing. Thirty miles away, there were no systematic prompts, and there were no mission items erupting on the ground. So the team immediately pulled toward the shore of Lake Cloud Suburb. NPC Gilkino is now stationed here. To fear the NPC will go missing, I left someone here to stay with me!

Along the way, everyone was immersed in the excitement of taking out thousands of miles of drunkenness. Upstream suddenly felt a bit of a crossover. He remembered that at the beginning of the club, he and several brothers took on a club task. After several sacrifices, he finally succeeded in killing BOSS. When that task was accomplished, everyone was so excited for a long time.

It's been a long time since I've had this simple pleasure. Turns out I need a strong enough opponent to stimulate it! Speaking of which, it's not usually without rivals, it's just a competition with the sword without oath, the shepherd enemies in the clouds and the chairmen of these rows. There's nothing unnecessary about fighting, and there's never a head, even if it takes the upper hand, there's no such pleasure right now. Instead, it is a thousand miles drunk, like BOSS, which is very satisfying after being pushed down.

The people who sang wine shook their spirits and laughed all the way, but when they reached the shores of Lake Cloud Suburb, they found Gilkino, and a basin of cool water poured down their heads.

“Hey, we've killed a thousand miles and got drunk!! Don't play dumb!!!” Thirty miles away, I can't help but tear Gilkino apart.

“What's the use of talking to NPC about this?” Fans can't cry. As always, keep calm and look up against the currents.

Up in the river, you are deeply experiencing what it means to be an empty joy. Thousands of miles of drunkenness make me happy, but that must be purposeful. Even if no one had reacted to the task for the time being, at least there was an idea in everyone's mind that it was very meaningful and very beneficial to kill. But now, the meaning, the benefits, the absence of any of them, the fact that Gilkino came and went and stayed for 30 miles of diplomacy is a clear indication that the mission has not progressed at all.

“How did this happen?” There was a lot of discussion on the convention channel.

After thinking about it backwards, he suddenly asked, "Who said the task was to get it back from a thousand miles drunk? ”

Thirty miles away, I thought, a cold sweat, he didn't even hear the NPC direct prompt, he just listened a little from Han's son. But Han's son used him as bait ash, didn't give him much to say. Thirty miles away was the most confusing task player in history. He had no clarity about what the task was all about. Midway in a shock and NPC said two words, somehow he brought the task. The information he has heard from his current exchange with Gilkino means that someone took something important from here one step in advance, had to find it back, and there was no evidence that it was a thousand miles drunk.

“Ah, how do you say...” Thirty miles outside can't answer, why say it's a thousand miles drunk?

“Search the shores of Lake Cloud Suburbs to see if there are any clues, especially near this cabin.” Order against the currents.

More than 200 people were busy, 30 miles away like a child who had made a mistake, standing at the roots of the wall.

“The beginning of this task is still on the other side of the pit. Come on, let's get something straight.” Commanding people to do their work upstream, while still chatting on the channel.

The person most aware of the circumstances of the mission is undoubtedly the party to the mission, but the impression of the previous mission 30 miles away has betrayed the club, and the upstream can only spell out the details of the mission from what some of the people who worked with him know.

Unfortunately, none of these people who song about alcohol is as tasksy as the rains in June, nor are they as informative as Brother Evaluator. They are indifferent to the specific content of the task. Anyway, they are called the guard, they are only guards, no one is idle to listen to what the story of the task is. It's also said to be a sign of mastery! What masters do is seek efficiency and reward. How can you taste your mission plot? Parallel world because it's a simulation, NPC and your conversation can't go as fast as previous games, a lot of people are annoyed with this, it's something that can't be avoided, now it's not on your head, and you can still ask yourself, how is it possible!

The result is that he can't spell anything against the current. Instead, he started accepting reports from the prints, and he knew a little more. But it's also shameful, upstream is also a masterful style that doesn't pay attention to mission plots. He has heard the report of the printed wind, he has no heart at all, and now there are no records to check, so many things are blurred. He seems to be as if he is in the team channel. Everyone looks at the chairman like this bird, and we don't know anything about it, so it saves us the strength to get our brains together.

“Shit!” At the end of the day, we didn't know exactly what story the mission was, so we had to exhale on the channel: “Attention, this war mission is unusual, we'll take the task later, we'll figure out the plot, and we'll have to deduce some things from the plot, right? Just like now, saying that something was taken, saying that it was a thousand miles drunk, why a thousand miles drunk, nobody knows, now a thousand miles drunk was killed by us, nothing got, isn't that a joke? ”

“What do we do now, Chairman?” Someone asked.

“Search around first, see if there's any clue.” Back up, say.

“I have an idea.” Fanling suddenly said.

“Yes, tell me!” Backflow up the road.

“Did we ignore someone?” Fanling said.

“Who.”

“Sword ghost! ”

“Huh?” Everybody snapped.

“At first, over the pit, but Swordsmen and Thousands of Miles showed up drunk and made a mess. The two were friends, and now they are together to defend the city, many actions may be together. What if the plot of what took something really had something to do with a thousand miles of intoxication, not necessarily him, possibly a swordsmith?” Fanling said.

“That makes a lot of sense.” Nodding backwards and upwards.

“Because a thousand miles of drunkenness is too powerful, we all ignore the existence of swordsmen. Think about the abandonment of Camp 3. According to what we heard, the drunkenness of a thousand miles came from other directions. After the abandonment of the camp, he stepped on it and carried out the downline operation. Therefore, the abandonment of the camp had nothing to do with the drunkenness of a thousand miles. It was made by a sword ghost. Everyone had to look for the drunkenness of a thousand miles! If someone cares about the Sword Ghost, the camp will not necessarily be lost.” Fanling said.

“Yes, it must be a swordsmith!” Everyone said.

“Knocking people off PK, now a thousand miles drunk is definitely the first thing in the parallel world, but running off on missions like this doesn't necessarily compare him to an old gamer like Sword Ghost. So I said this mission, maybe Sword Ghost is in charge, we should find him.” Fanling wraps it up.

“Looking for someone...” Everyone felt like throwing up when they heard this conclusion.

“Swordsmen are no more drunk than a thousand miles, and if he were recognized, I don't think anyone would dare attack him. We're moving fast, and I think the mission during the city war is very free. For example, if a swordsmith is blown up at this time, maybe the task items on him will be picked up by the people who killed him. If we get it here again, it's very likely that the mission will continue. ”

“You're right! But the Swordsmen are not online right now.” Back up, he said.

“Wait! Sword Ghost is not as difficult as a thousand miles drunk, and now we can be sure that from a thousand miles drunk we don't get anything useful for the task for the time being, so let's avoid him for the time being. When the swordsmen go online, I think the people across the sea and the clouds are almost there. It's up to them to deal with the drunkenness of a thousand miles. Let's pay more attention to the swordsmen.” Fanling's thoughts are mature and thoughtful.

“Okay, that's it!” Fast slap up against the stream, "no one rested well last night, now let's take a break from the line and eat something together. It also happens to be a bad time to fight people across the sea and the clouds. They naturally organize themselves online to deal with the thousands of miles of drunkenness. Let's make them stronger first. We'll come later and aim for the sword ghost. ”

After leaving a few random people to continue accompanying Gilkino, the superiors came off the line in reverse flow. During this period of exceptional calm, there was no large-scale siege of the city gates, and small-scale harassment was simply not visible to the system. But just after noon, a lot of players started to move into the game. This rest period is also not in vain. There are people who have learned the lessons of yesterday's day. There are new ideas that have emerged in their sleep. There are people who have learned the battle experience of other main cities from the forum and are prepared to come and try it. In short, after the downline of the frustration of a large number of players yesterday, this is a renewed fighting spirit. For example, there are dozens of clubs. After reading Sunset City's battle experience posting, they decided to dig a tunnel into the city. At this time, after gathering people to discuss a few sentences, they have already begun to thrive on civil engineering.

The masters of the Son Elite Corps are also coming online. Gu Fei will be out of the main city. The previous death mission failed, Gu Fei repeated the mission point. On the other side of the club building, Wanted by the sword of the chief of all evil, he couldn't get it, it seems that the system only gave him one chance. Gu Fei was helpless and had to replace it with a backflow of two hundred evils. And the guard force, like the previous mission failure, was reclaimed after this failure. The content is still that content, continue to visit Gilkino.

As soon as Gu Fei got out of town, he saw Sword Ghost and others go online. Gu Fei was rather depressed to say on the channel that he had been killed by the direct guardian of the resurrection point. Naturally, everyone laughed. Even Han's son sighed: “I didn't think of such a cheap solution. ”

“Forget it, the mission's gone.” Gu Fei said.

So Gu Fei, the sword ghost, secretly said: “You're too exposed, now you know you're going to the mission, son, why don't you do the arrangement? ”

“So, I'm a liar, and I'm not in a hurry to go to the mission, which is timeless.” Gu Fei said.

“…” The Sword Ghost thinks he is too kind.

Instead of meeting the two men on the mission, they headed straight for the resurrection camp in the northeast direction. After demolishing Camp No. 3 in the north-south direction, the two men began to think about the camp together. At this point, they arrived near the north-east camp, but found that the camp was already heavily guarded, and many players appeared to have no intention of leaving the camp at all.

“There seems to be no more opportunity today than yesterday.” Gu Fei said.

“Well, not to mention the players, just the four guards are in trouble. As soon as you enter the camp guard, you will be prompted, and you will be accurately found. And if the guards don't die, they won't even give a hint to occupy the camp. It's too hard to kill these four soldiers. Now that the game players have learned their experience, the last time we did it, they're not getting used to it.” Sword ghost said.

“Well, and those four guards can't pull out the dead camp, and just a few steps out, they'll all go back, and they can't even pull to nowhere to kill.” Gu Fei said.

“Alas!" they sighed, walking around the northeast camp a long way, hitting a man on the way, Gu Fei glanced, actually a person he knew, so he didn't evade.

“Yo, it's you. What a coincidence!” Gu Fei and Sword Ghost met each other in a circle.

“What kind of business are you in now?” Greetings, Gu Fei.

“Not yet.” Xiaotian said, then asked: “You two, you want to fight this camp idea again! ”

“Necessary." Gu Fei also didn't hide it, because he and the Sword Ghost were ready to give up. He was so weak, he couldn't find a chance to do it in the face of NPC's shameless God's perspective and a large number of carefully guarded players.

“It's hard!” Xiaotian Xi said.

“It is simply impossible to complete.” Sword ghost sighs, "if only the city watcher had so many sieges, just eat this hard. ”

“By the way, how could you two somehow become City Watch players?” Xiaotian Xi asked.

“With a camp, he became a city watchman.” Gu Fei was brief and concise.

“Well... I have an idea for eating this camp hard!” Xiaotian Xi said.

“What do you want?” Gu Fei is vigilant.

“Look at you nervous.” Xiaotian Xiaotian laughed and looked to the Sword Ghost: “The Sword Ghost boss has no action now, right? ”

“Yeah!” Swordsmith nodded, but nodded and reacted, hastily changing his mouth, "Oh no, before the war of the city temporarily joined a fraternal club in the outer city. I was going to help in the past, but I didn't expect it to be like this.” The Sword Ghost really didn't make it. It took too long to forget about it.

“If that's the case, is it okay for you to quit the club? You said if you quit the club and build a family now, what would happen?” Xiaotian Xi said.

“Build a club now?” Gu Fei and Sword Ghost repeated each other.

“Yeah! Why didn't I think of that?” Gu Fei knocked his head off, "I think in that case, 89 out of 10 of this new party will belong to the city guard, so we have people in our hands! Stir it up. Kill the camp! ”

“This one...” Sword Ghost has to think fast, "I remember the application system is off, but I really didn't notice if I could build a club. ”

“Why don't you try it?” Gu Fei proposed.

“People have to respond to the meeting. The whole city is closed now. Neutral players are all in the wild. Where can I find someone? Even if we find someone, how do they respond to the request to shut down the meeting system?” Swordsmen have a lot of doubts.

“Oh? Do you have any more of these settings? We're all out of town right now, and I don't know what's going on in the city. But if it's just a shortage of people, I can count it for you.” Xiaotian Xi said.

“You? One. Eighteen.” When I think of this limitation of 20 people, Gu Fei very unpleasantly swept Xiaotian's glance, Xiaotian looked elsewhere, humming.

“Eighteen?” Swordsmen look at Gu Fei strangely, what is the arithmetic level? Shouldn't you be 17?

“I got a club, man. Unlike yours, back off.” Gu Fei can see that the girl who was reborn Zijing is now very receptive to him and does not want him to withdraw from the club. Gu Fei was kind and couldn't bear to hurt the girls.

“It doesn't matter if I can't get in. Can I cut someone?” Gu Fei patted the sword ghost on his shoulder and said.

“I said, just for the record, I didn't mean one, I could find all 19.” Xiaotian Xi said.

“Hmm?” Gu Fei doubted again. “Is it a charge? And then you set up a meeting, you pay, you take the money, you leave immediately, and then the meeting breaks up? A new trick to help people build clubs? Where did you get so many people? Have you organized a gang? Liar club? Liar Mercenaries? ”

“Huh? Why don't I find Yukio Sakura and get those boys over here and count to 20.” Gu Fei said.

“I said... aren't we building a club now to target the city war? What's the point of all of you people?” Sword ghosts spit blood.

It's the last days of the month, and it's the season when comrades come out at the end of the month to hide their tickets. Please throw them in with great care! (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)