Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

He hung up 29 people, so he left. Only players who do not touch PK at all will understand this causality. Of course, the big characters in this room will not be such pure players and will go into silence collectively for a while. Turns out people are washing PK value. This is going to be done. Are you going to come back and finish them off? And even more tragically, the people who hung up went straight back to you. When they got to Cloud City, they weren't in a hurry to get into the account, so they thought they'd meet up first. They're going to fight when they get there. They didn't expect this!

“Let's get out of here first, we can't wait here any longer, we should take the initiative to meet up with other people, after all, now we are the most combative route.” First class low temperature said.

“Are we… the most combative path?” Why does this sound so ironic just after being killed by a drunk man a thousand miles away?

“You know what I mean.” First class cold helpless. He means, of course, that compared to other people, they are at least eight people together, naturally the most combative team, but these guys have to think about this awkward battle, shouldn't they be ashamed?

“That's right, let's go.” Read the full air cream and first class low temperatures while asking where the others are on the channel to come and join them on their own initiative.

“Where are the other bosses? Anybody got a word?” Full reading wind cream continues to scream on the channel, several of the big characters are still silent and the battle seems to be glued. Everyone was helpless and suddenly a system prompted that a player was judged by the system to be out of the team's maximum range and automatically left the team.

Everybody's got a tight heart. At this point, the biggest part of disengagement can only mean that the boss is dead, and he's likely to end badly.

Indeed, soon everyone received a private message from the boss, three words: "Fuck, fuck!! ”

“What's going on?” You've finally found someone to talk to.

“MB, the very opposite of heaven knew we were coming! We'll be cut off. There's plenty of them!” The boss's anger will not subside for a short time. At this level, they attach great importance to ranking on the ranking list. When you go out and say how much you rank, people already have a face when they hear it is double digit, the top ten, even the top twenty, which is even more honorable, when they are introduced, they have to hang in front like a title. But now this hang is a missed opportunity. In the forty plus areas today, it is simply not possible to recover the ranks of the past after losing a single rank, unless something has broken out. Which one of the world's top notch madmen? So hard-working doesn't lose to anyone, and hard-working doesn't save this kind of loss.

“I don't know what happened to the other teams...” Eight people didn't have the heart to share his mood with this guy at the moment, anyway, we didn't know each other well. They were more worried about the other teams he had encountered. They are aware of their opponents' horrors, so they care how much strength they have at the moment. They no longer think they can climb down a very bad sky just by putting together a few people. Even less would it be an exaggeration for Inky to find a master of thirty-one castles. What are you good at? With a thousand miles of rabbits in front of you, one person can toss you over a hundred. It turns out that what's legendary isn't exactly legend, it seems legendary, because none of those things really cut the point. Thousands of miles drunk and powerful, I really don't know how to describe it in words, this is not even a fucking player's domain!

Eight big characters are worried about the rest of the team at this time, and they're still talking about getting drunk. Once a thousand miles is drunk, it's the PK wash, and when he's done washing, he'll probably kill again. There is no sense of security without hurrying up to 300 or 500 people.

However, the way things are going is not in the direction they were expecting. The team then comes back with a system message about someone leaving the team automatically, followed by a sad message like "Fuck Fuck”. They didn't want to see it, but they were all prepared. How can they fight when they're so prepared? If you can destroy one team, you can naturally destroy two teams and three teams, and the ambushed team probably didn't run away. Their strength is between themselves.

Until after another person left the team automatically, the full reading of the wind cream finally found that the people still in the team were talking on the channel. The ambushed men have been exterminated by the entire army, with a total of six teams. They've lost a fifth of their strength just as soon as they got to Cloud City, not counting the 29 people they've been sent home from a thousand miles drunk.

Eighteen armies arrived in the first period, eight met, six were destroyed, and four others were meeting nervously at this time.

Okay, no more accidents. The Eighth Road Army and the Fourth Road Army met sequentially to form the New Twelve Road Army. A total of 211 persons were counted. This is a number of people who have lost themselves to a very bad day, not to mention the fact that one person at a time is drunk against X people. After all, the big characters who finished the meeting failed to find the sense of security they were expecting. They quickly contacted the horses who were still slowly swallowing the scroll on the sixth road, told them what was happening on their side, told them to be careful and told them that it was best to notify them of the landing coordinates, and 200 of them went straight to the meeting.

Later, they contacted the brothers who had been killed back home and listened to them. Six angry brothers are planning to gather more men and horses and prepare to return to the cloud city to avenge blood hatred. This decision made the 12 big characters extremely happy. They can't wait for the six sad people to move all their clubs and join up directly with the army of 10,000 people. That way, once you're drunk, you shouldn't be scared, right?

In addition to these comrades, the seven brothers who are still trekking in the mountains have to be contacted, of course. The seriousness of the situation has been truly fed back to seven people. The problem that needs to be recognized by these seven comrades is that it is no longer possible for us to sit down and drink tea and wait for you, because very opposite days have come to our attention and we are currently in the downwind. You're going to have to face the sky all by yourself. One more compliment: One drunk in a thousand miles fought with our eight teams, resulting in the easy hanging of 29 of us, which would not have been the end of the line if it hadn't been for people to wash PK.

Seven comrades were hesitant to see the news. Some are already hesitating to get the reel to fly fast. But a message from a boss named Ingrid Sandpaper made everyone feel so depressed, and Ingrid Sandpaper said, "Can't you just go downline and hide? ”

This man is determined to go to Cloud City! Twelve big men in the 12th Road Army despise this dude. Downline hiding? That's a good idea. But now they're busy! The six scrollers are waiting for them to pick it up! They're going to hide. What if those guys get here and they're just taken down by the sky?

They haven't talked to Comrade Indian Sandpaper anymore, because if they want to print sandpaper, they'll just float coldly and say, "Can't they wait to fly again? ”

For the sake of your team of sandpaper owners, everyone needs to get off the line. Everyone was not embarrassed and hated his attitude. Look at the other six teams. They've all said they'll send the scroll as soon as they get to the next castle!

“Ignore that guy. There's a buddy here who's already got the scroll and picked up the shipment. Let's pick him up at the coordinates he's going to.” Read the cream and tell everyone.

Everyone nodded and hurried towards the coordinates. Two hundred people were very convergent along the way, without that arrogant attitude when they first arrived. Although four of these roads have not been drunk with a thousand miles and have not been ambushed, hearing this war report, and looking at the cautious appearance of the eight people in front of them, how dare you be lazy?

On the streets of six ambushes of opponents, players with very bad skies are asking to light the battlefield. Six roads of people and horses have been exterminated nationwide. The chances of death on such a large scale do not explode at all. The chances are too low. What pops up is also a common route distribution for online travel: money for money. If there is a need in the room, he pays for it. Not enough money, can be paid in installments. There's a lot of loss in battle as pensions. However, the direct loss of death in parallel worlds is unprecedented, and the appropriateness of pensions has always been difficult to determine. But it is very counterproductive at this time, and there is no need to worry about it, because none of their ambushes on the sixth road have resulted in any casualties.

The superiority of numbers is natural on the one hand and, more importantly, when their opponents are unprepared to attack, the first wave of offense will destroy half of their opponents. Although not all the members of the very anti-heavenly are elite, there are the most advanced group of masters to lead the team. On the command side, the Mighty Heavenly Sound, the battle is unharmed. These guys look messy. In fact, they are also experienced people. They are not worse than any masters, but they are not as famous as some masters with this talent.

“What about you? I don't have any good stuff here.” Around twenty people have been taken care of everywhere, and some places have been confiscated at all. Three pieces of equipment have exploded along the way, but none of them is the ultimate in water for the population. Not much attention has been paid to very anti-sky players who have just received a generous compensation.

“None of the hairs.” Nothing broke out on the unharmed side of the war.

“Normal poor ghosts.” The angels roared. The other character is also twenty, but the level of luxury is completely incomparable with that of the Eagle Group. These 31 people, the leading big characters, can be compared to the Eagle League people, the others are their own partners in their own clubs or mercenary groups, not every main city is a group of elites gathered together to play.

“In terms of the size of the number of people, the other side is around 20, 24 more and 16 less. Chili, what happened to you? ”

“Wash the PK, busy!” Gu Fei said.

Everyone was silent. Gu Fei was going to wash PK. That must have killed 29 people. Don't ask everyone. This guy is more efficient on his own than they are all the way, and he's still on his own facing a bunch of them. Turns out it's a thousand miles out, a top X...

“How many teams do you have on your side? If a team is twenty.” Yu said.

“This… there must be more than 100 people!” Gu Fei said.

“Be accurate.” Yu said.

“I see that seven or eight of them often shrink together to hear each other, possibly in the lead.” Nor can Gu Fei's observation be overlooked.

“Oh, that's seven or eight teams, plus these six teams, there are already 13 or 4 teams, among which we don't know, it seems that more than 20 teams shouldn't have much of a problem.” Brother Yu has finished the statistics.

“Twenty teams, one team, twenty men? Four hundred people, tsk, but unfortunately, more than a hundred people have gone back, and I'm not far from the rest.” The angels roared.

“Twenty teams are just estimates, and I think there are more possibilities. Thanks to Yuntang's intelligence, we got ahead of ourselves this time.” Yu said.

“Don't say that.” This is not a leak of information, "said Han's son," it's just a small incident that I unintentionally learned during a conversation with a friend and then deduced through my great wisdom. ”

“Come on, people are obviously telling you what they know.” The gods roar.

Han's son didn't answer. In fact, he didn't know that it was Yuntang's intention to reveal it, but there was such a delicate tacit agreement between him and the nitrite root. Nothing points directly to its purpose, as if it were just a small topic in a random conversation. For example, this time, the nitrite root just said gossip and sent a message to Han's son: "Interesting! The throwing of equipment is over. Why do so many people suddenly want to buy the scrolls of Cloud City? ”

This is certainly not an interesting thing. Mr. Han immediately understood the implication of the nitrite root, and he replied, "Really? I also have some friends who would like to come over. Give me a copy of the exact same...”

Therefore, Mr. Han knew the number of scrolls sold by Yunteng. Four people on a reel, the number is easy to judge. Then, Han made a suggestion to the seller that the reels all have the same coordinates and can easily cause traffic jams. The seller found the suggestion to be quite good, so they provided different coordinates and sent it out sincerely for Mr. Han's opinion. Mr. Han was extremely satisfied with the seller's service attitude, so he suggested selling a group to try. Once again, the seller took this offer in vain.

Thus, in the course of the friendly negotiations between the seller and the buyer, the seven teams who bought the transmission scroll from Yunteng Studios were destined for tragedy.

The seven teams, the first to conduct the "commissioning", flew to their rendezvous point, while the remaining six quickly boarded a direct bus back home.

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