Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

Every hour after that, the throw was a lot of money, not a single repetition. Such as hanging a super cheap mailing auction house, sending it directly to randomly selected players via email, sending a forum announcement for players to send an email to Yuko, and then sending it back randomly.

Some players not far from or close to the cloudy Moon and Night City regret it at this time. Because the journey was too far away, they thought they would never make it on foot, but who knew that the other side would actually throw this way, this torment could have tormented the whole day. If they knew the news last night, they would leave immediately and walk to their destination for more than a dozen hours. Although it would delay the opening rounds, the latter part would not be missed.

But right now? No one knows exactly when the sky is going to be thrown, and whether or not to walk on the road from this moment onwards becomes a heart attack for players not far from home. If they don't throw it for three days, they might miss the luck. If you go, you throw up half the way, it's a bloody thing.

During the tangle, the players each intend to go on the road, some bite their teeth and wait for the event to come to an end, and at this point throwing one more round is like giving them a knife - currently they would have had the opportunity to participate in these rounds, if they had gone on the road last night.

According to thoughtful figures at the Forum, 10 rounds of equipment throwing have now been carried out, and if the figure of 50 is kept constant at a time, 500 items have been thrown in succession, including equipment, accessories, scrolls, living materials, rare mission props and other types of loot in the market. Lucky players, even if they are not needed for their profession, exchange money is a good income.

And what's even more exciting is that after ten rounds, it seems very counterproductive that we haven't stopped yet. It's 12 o'clock in the evening and the clouds of the moon and night are still hot. Many players haven't slept since last night and have survived to this day. These continue to persevere, they are extraordinary perseverance, and gambling psychology is enormous. In addition to that, there are a lot of players watching the crowd in both cities, throwing 50 of them at once, feeling so lucky that it is not their turn, they have given up silently. However, this part of the departure blank did not reveal itself, because some players from farther away Castle, who started last night, have traveled more than a dozen or even twenty hours to both locations. Thus, even the persevering cannot bear the temptation gained through labor.

“How do we do it next round?” On the very opposite side of the rally channel, a member of the throwing group asks.

“I can't throw anymore, throw it tomorrow!” The royal gods groaned. At first, it was interesting to see the player robbing, but after repeatedly and repeatedly, it also started to feel numb. After this numbness, I began to refocus on the value of what was at hand, and the more I threw it, the more heartbreaking it was.

“Why don't you throw it away at once?” Twilight in the clouds said. He and his brothers are not as nasty as the royal angels sound and treat other people's robbery as an interesting thing. They are just completing this as a task. It is natural that they have been exhausted for a day.

“How much more do we have?” Han said.

This doesn't have to be answered one by one, data statistician Yu reported: "There are 774 items that we brought back from Inky, and now 500 items are thrown, leaving 274. ”

“If you keep throwing like that, it'll be at least five hours.” A lot of people do spit blood.

“Well, then, at the end of the day, let him have an orgasm!” Mr Han said.

“Do what you say.” After a day of torment, everyone's interest in how to orgasm has actually faded. They are not Han family members, they are passionate about torturing people like this.

“Fifty people, five of each, we'll throw one in the next ten minutes, plus the wave at exactly 1: 00 before, six waves in total. Let's make this hour a little more fulfilling!” Mr Han said.

“Okay, you talk, we'll do it.” Someone said.

“Throw whatever you want with this wave.” Han said.

“Can we throw each other?” The angels roar.

Channel Riton was quiet and frankly everyone had a little idea about these good things. You're just trying to avoid it. You can't stand the temptation if you think too much. Even if it's not from my profession, it's a lot of gold!

“Uh, well, I just didn't see that everyone had much spirit, so I was just joking and cheering up the atmosphere...” Mighty God said hurriedly, even in the chat channel, all of a sudden, the cold field made him feel the atmosphere embarrassed.

Han's son didn't despise him in the middle of nowhere, he just said: "When everyone was ready, time was almost up. ”

The fierce final round just started. Since the previous ten rounds had been a smooth hourly throw, the players had endorsed the setup. So a lot of people didn't get ready until the clock was up, but nothing could be done about this hour, so a lot of people were wondering how they would throw their gear in the next round. Ten rounds were thrown, the way was not repeated, and the players felt like they were in a maze.

At this time, just after the last round of competition, the player's most relaxed time, look at the time, 50 minutes to the next round, everyone is looking for ways to bore out the time, suddenly a figure appears on a rooftop in the corner of the main city, shouting: “Equipment is here again.” and then disappeared quickly.

Nobody cares.

How many times in the day has this fake, very counterproductive prank of throwing equipment happened? The player was fooled at first, then angrily grabbed the prankster for the massacre, and then got a little numb. This time, just ten minutes after throwing the equipment, someone came out to fuck the hall. Everyone despised this guy for lying to people so inequitable.

But there are still so many of us who survive. This part of the population, obviously after a day of hammering, has a profound understanding of the shame of the heavens, and they think these guys can be used in any way. This group of people has always been the masters of pranks because they refused to give up any chance of “suspicion” and they were ridiculed by many players, but they did not give up. This time, they finally got their reward, so easily climbed up to a player on the roof and found that there was really a piece of equipment on the edge of the roof. The equipment is golden and brilliant, it will not be garbage colour at first glance.

The player quickly went over and picked it up, immediately and happily fell directly from the roof, falling dizzy and still screaming: “I got it, I got it!!! ”

At first glance, before associating with each other, the players knew that this time was not a prank, but it was true, and they felt remorse. Similar scenes were performed in 50 places in the cloudy moon and night, and although 50 people threw differently, the response of the players was basically the same. Aside from surprise, surprise.

“Throw it away, throw it away, throw it away!” The news spreads quickly in both cities. A lot of latecomers, they hear this and they can't believe it: "What's thrown away, what's thrown away? ”

“Against the sky, the new round has been thrown away! ”

“What, already thrown away? It's been 10 minutes! ”

“Who knows anyway? ”

“MLGB, don't you have a reputation? Didn't you say you'd throw it every hour? ”

Everyone around them was silent, and half a mile later someone said, "Who told you? ”

Indeed, the hourly throw is the pattern that the players themselves have summed up, which is very counterproductive and has never been said publicly, although they have always done so.

Anger, frustration, cursing the streets. This throw surprises too many people, and many players are in a very bad mood, as if they could have gotten something if they had predicted it in advance.

Just as he died, a long message came across the street: "Throw it away, throw it away again! Toss it again!! ”

“Dropped your gear again? ”

“Well, throw it away again! ”

“Fuck!!” Someone immediately looked at the table and found that the distance toss was just 10 minutes past, combined with the toss, someone immediately woke up and realized: “Fuck, I changed it, I changed it to 10 minutes and threw it away!! ”

This is an easy thing to spot, players are glad it's not too late. Ten minutes! It's just a time to shake your eyes, and everyone rushes to the streets looking for masked good guys. The mask has become a symbol of the thrower in the minds of the players in both cities, and many witnesses claim that the thrower is plain equipped and has no features, but is masked.

So the masked man became the creature of hatred and love among the players of both cities at the moment. Bandit assassins in both cities dared not mask on this day because it was too dangerous. I can't stand such strong emotions, hate or love!

With Han's observation, of course, he noticed this detail a long time ago, and naturally reminded everyone a long time ago. The purpose of their masks is not to be recognized, but to be remembered. But masks have now become a special appearance, and naturally they cannot be used in this way.

So in the next few rounds, it was very counterproductive to develop email lotteries and other kinds of throwing equipment that didn't have to meet at all. When the players become aware that they are stationed in the mailbox, they change to something else.

And this is the last moment, and even if it's remembered, there's no subsequent effect. The throwers took off their masks and mixed themselves into the crowd. The players were still searching for a mask, but some of them couldn't keep up. Ten minutes later, no one noticed, but 50 things appeared on the street so disappointingly.

This time difference is undoubtedly somewhat too short, and the message of throwing equipment in the last round has not reached everyone's ears, and the next round has already begun. Continuous throwing excites every player, clouds of moon and night, two cities full of crazy people, people can't really guess what the very bad guys are going to do. Some climbed to the roof for suspicious figures, others squatted by the mailbox waiting for the pattern to repeat itself, and others simply ran off to the outskirts of the city. So far, according to statistics, nothing has been thrown outside the castle, and perhaps this is the way to go next?

Very anti-sky throwers, that really doesn't care about the mind of the player. In short, how convenient it is, it is especially important to ensure your own personal safety. The guys whose hearts have been trying to find the thrower exploded, they're all in the eye. I haven't even heard a word of gratitude since I threw it. Someone blew me out. Who's calm?

This was the craziest hour of the day, the last hour, throwing every 10 minutes, turning the players up again and again in the middle of the night until the 750th, when the players were waiting for the next 10 minutes, and a quick post appeared in the forum.

Next time, it will be the last time, this time, only one place in every city will throw, but every place will throw twelve things.

The biggest orgasm, it turns out, is at the end. Though this is not the last time in total, the lucky one will most likely be the final winner of today's prize. The players are all excited and agitated. They all want this throw to appear beside themselves, but they are worried that the throw will not appear beside them. Time goes by, and everyone doesn't know whether to go or stop. Let's go. What if I throw it where I just walked? No, what if I left it where I could have walked?

“When."

At this point, the cloud city suddenly rang a bright bell, and the players in the field felt confused, but the local players in the cloud city knew it was the sound of their cloud tower. This bell tower usually never rings it, but there are boring players who sometimes run off and knock. Everybody's picking gear today. Where else would anyone want to play with it?

But at this point, the bell tower was suddenly ringing, and everyone looked at the time, less than two minutes from 1: 00 a.m. This knock is a very negative signal from the sky people that this throw is going to be in the bell tower, or is someone deliberately confusing audio-visual and trying to get suspicious at this sensitive time to analyze your attention?

Smart is mostly what happens when you're smart. Smart people think too much, just afraid that the bell tower's sudden ringing is fraudulent, like the white players, as soon as they find such an anomaly, they immediately go to check it out, they didn't run this trip for nothing, Cloud Town this last throw event, the place is the bell tower! This knock is an advance notice for the players.

There are people downstairs, and a lot of people have started running upstairs. However, the bell tower is the tallest building in the entire cloud city, and players who are faster from bottom to top have difficulty running in less than two minutes. And the stairs of the bell tower are hovering up, it's possible to run too fast and faint yourself.

These players who are eager to run upstairs have undoubtedly made mistakes, taking advantage of the favourable terrain and missing out on good opportunities because they want to be more favourable. Just as they ran halfway through the building and the guy who ran too fast fainted and wanted to throw up, he suddenly heard a loud cry coming from outside.

Everyone rushed to a position where they could look out of the building, and they saw all the players screaming with their heads up, and something just swung through their eyes.

Yes, it's equipment, it's scrolls, it's props, it's money, it's all money. They were supposed to be standing downstairs, they were supposed to get a chance to get these huge sums of money, but because of a mistake in judgment, they lost that chance, and they had to watch the pie fall into someone else's mouth. They saw the bloodshed downstairs from the mugging of these things, and they were not saddened to see it at all, but rather to have missed such an opportunity.

Something they didn't have a chance to do anymore, but then someone thought that the thrower was still upstairs at the moment, and they kept going, and they wanted to take a chance. But where else would someone be on the roof at this time? Any one of the transmission scrollers has already flown away.

Moon and Night City doesn't have a bell tower and can't make such a scene. But Moon and Night City also has their tradition: flagging.

Where the folk style is strong, the practice area has a daily fight, and flagging is the way they invented to get rid of some trouble. Insert your team's flag in the level area you circle. For example, before the Ten Congregational Alliances, with their ten Congregational flags, there would never be anyone to provoke again. Otherwise, all the strange people will talk and fight, and this heavenly class won't practice?

At this time, in the heart of Moon Night City, just two minutes away from dawn, such a flag suddenly appeared. This is a flag that the Moon City players don't know. The flag seems to be made out of nowhere. There is no delicate pattern on it. There is only one big word: reverse. Quite the opposite.

This strange flag has caused the player to riot, and someone has guessed what kind of signal this is from the very opposite sky, but what does that mean? You mean the last round of throwing is going to be here? But since the flag appeared, this place has been surrounded by mountains and seas. How do people come out of the sky? Transfer Scroll?

With so many people thinking about it, everyone immediately began to take the best position near the left of the flag. The blood battle that took place in these two minutes was more intense than any other level of competition in the history of Moon and Night City.

Two minutes passed and the place with the flag suddenly burst into white light.

It's a convoy! The players expected it to be good, but nobody showed up, and what happened was 12 things piled up on the ground, yes, equipment, scrolls, props, money, all this money.

Crazy robbery, everyone jumps up against their own lives, some of them have turned into white light halfway, who can finally grab it? This is the answer that no one can predict.

Meanwhile, Yuko's ID posted another post in the forum, marking the end of the day.

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