Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

“Offline?” A big man sends a private message and thinks it's time for everyone to go and discuss it offline. Unfortunately, the man who sent his message unfortunately hung up twice during this crusade. At this time, he was upset and very upset, and was tired of seeing anything.

However, of course, this person will not issue a single article, and there are other responses, but all of them are somewhat unscrupulous and are asking for the opinions of others. Thirty-one people, at this time, half of them had no idea what kind of offline meeting to break. One person was still on the road, and one person couldn't reach them directly. It was their original chief commander, Comrade Reader Frost, who was forcibly disconnected by the system. Everyone knew this was because he was sent to the dungeon, and there was some confusion.

“I said, let's go sit down and chat offline now!” First class low temperatures connect people, and he knows that at this time everyone needs to stabilize their minds and comfort each other. Each castle is thinking of today's setbacks, and the more they want to plug in, the more they haven't said. The next party on this line is actually very good. It's like falling all over the world!

It took a lot of work, and a bunch of people went offline. The discussion group was full of people for 10 minutes, but no one had spoken for half a day.

“I said...” First cryogenic talk, his life is thick, so he didn't hang up this time, successfully convey escape, psychologically better than those in a strong mood. The strong ones, most of them with PK values, this death is imaginary. With a little PK value, that's two levels!

“Let's all cheer up!” The consolation of being able to speak at this point is essentially unhung.

“Alas...” sighed.

“This scene must be found back!!!” A brother spoke angrily, this man is Lemon Yellow, the king of tragedies among the thirty-one. The ambush was killed the first time he came back, this time he hung up, and it was hanging with the PK value, so that he was the only one with all the greatest losses in the body, he dropped the third level at a time, at the edge of the cliff of 40, and then the finger fell completely.

“Necessary. This can't be told to the brothers without a famous name.” A big man named Broomstick seriously agreed. Everyone also understood his thoughts. I thought this mission was a steady and unpaid tour. Everyone called themselves best friends and brothers. Who knew how to end up like this? At least you can take responsibility for your own loss. Now that you've caused so many good friends to lose their ranks, it's a bit embarrassing to face people. Especially those who dropped two or three levels back and forth, and the big characters went back to the main city to be ashamed of greeting people.

“I don't think there's any better way! Call somebody, everybody call somebody, go to him 100 per person, drown these guys very against the sky.” It was suggested.

“A hundred people, 25 scrolls, you need 50 back and forth, this...”

“Who said it had to be transmitted? We won't be in a hurry this time, hurry up and walk. Let's make an appointment and calculate the journey ourselves. We arrive in Cloud City, and then we go to a good account. We can't go back to the city without levelling out this very opposite sky.” The broom said, it seemed a bit thoughtful about this.

“This is too much, and the players from Cloud City won't come out and boycott us, will they?” Someone said.

“How? Cloud City players will only hate the sky more than we do, and maybe they'll come with us. Speaking of, we should actually contact some of the forces in Cloud City this time, because we are so confident that we thought it would be very counterproductive to capture, who knew it would be so tricky. We're going to do PR this time. I also have some old friends over at Cloud City. Although I don't have much contact with them in this game, they can still talk and help a little. I guess it's a little bit of a friendship around here, huh? Let's start together. Let's go inside and out. I don't believe in the sky. Just because you get drunk in a thousand miles, it's really against the sky!” Broomstick said.

After a moment of silence in the discussion group, someone suddenly said: "Thousands of miles of drunkenness are indeed quite counterproductive...”

“Come on, everybody knows!” Broomstick is annoying, how could he not know how drunk a thousand miles is? So it's just a strategic disregard for the enemy and a boost to everyone. And it turns out there's a guy who doesn't know how to be honest.

“Gentlemen, don't be impulsive, we still have some problems to solve!” As soon as the first low temperatures look at some of these people, they immediately go to the ordering point and will return to Cloud City, promptly reminding them.

“What's the problem? ”

“This ambush! I don't think it's understandable to say that the other side is up to something, but how odd is the process today?” First class low temperature said.

“You said you said.” Big characters who have fallen into a day together have learned a little bit about each other, who have more ideas, who are more impatient, so the intuitive features are a little perceptible. First class low temperatures obviously belong to a more meticulous, more creative person.

“From the point of view of each other being surrounded and adhering to a standby posture, it is clear that they did not see through our plan, otherwise they would not be so passive. Is that all right with you?” First class low temperature said.

“No comment.” Everyone said.

“So after that, the very opposite sky gathered me around 2,000 people in such a short time, which is very inconsistent with what we know about the very opposite power background! Haven't you thought about that?” First class low temperature said.

Everyone suddenly became silent, so obvious a problem that no one even thought about it now.

“If our judgment is wrong, to what extent is it wrong? This is a very bad time to have 2,000 helpers, so what next time? Could it be 4,000, 6,000, even 8,000? Is it really as shallow as we know it to be in Cloud City? We now have a hundred men and three thousand men, and the very opposite manpower we have seen today is almost two thousand. There was also a proposal to find someone in Cloud City who should fit in. Can you find someone who can be absolutely reliable? Even buying a scroll from Yuntang's work has become a loophole exploited by the very opposite sky. Will we be exploited by the very opposite sky for external actions here?” First class low temperatures say this, waiting for the audience in the discussion group to react.

“This… is indeed a big problem.” Comrade Broomstick finally realized that he was not thinking properly, "even if we had seen all of the very opposite, there were 2,000 of them, and I see that their cooperation was skilled and tacit. Even if we carry a hundred people each, the 3,000 people who are temporarily accomplished are not necessarily the opponents of 2,000 people, let alone their familiarity with the terrain. The more people you fight, the more you rely on the terrain! ”

“So there's nothing we can do about it that's very naïve? ”

“What do you think of low temperatures?” The broom felt that first-class low temperatures would not be just an analysis of the problem so that everyone could see the reality. He analyzed so much, it should at least be a little bit of an idea.

“Build an elite team.” First class low temperature said.

“The elite team? ”

“Yes, we had always thought of a move to beat the very opposite sky to the ground, but it turned out to be too dangerous to do so until we had a thorough picture of the very opposite sky, and we suffered a great deal. So I suggest that next time we don't act as a group with such a big banner, we all bring the elite who specialize in independent combat into the city of the clouds, we don't make any positive conflicts with them, we just carry out scattered attacks and assassinations, and once a thousand miles of drunken masters kill, but, then, temporarily bypass him, find the enemy's soft spots, and create panic and shadow inside their clubs, so that ordinary members of the very opposite world know that once a thousand miles of drunk masters against the sky, instead of fully protecting them, let them be caught up in this situation of constant involvement and pursuit. In this situation, it's very counterproductive. Can we stay together? ”

First class low temperature said this pile, I looked back and appreciated that the approach was really the right way, waiting for people to react, suddenly a system prompt, it came from the discussion group system disappeared, at first glance someone applied to join, name: India Sandpaper.

First class low temperature, this discussion group was built when the full reading air cream was still in prison, no news, could not come, so the sandpaper finished his long journey while everyone was implementing this plan. This guy, of course, received the group number that was sent to everyone when he set up the discussion group. He probably went to Cloud City and found that everyone was not online, so he ran off the line to this discussion group.

After the sandpaper was placed in the first low temperature, all the big characters were stunned. They almost forgot this number, when they were tortured back and forth, this guy didn't want to walk to Cloud City alive, so what, now he's finally here? The big characters obviously had a bit of a grudge against this guy, and when they saw him come in, none of them greeted him proactively.

“Hi, guys!” The sandpaper went out to greet everyone.

First class low temperatures now seem to preside over the big picture in the discussion group. At this time, everyone else ignored the sandpaper and had to greet him: “Are you finally here? ”

“Well, here we are. What about you?” Ask Sandpaper.

“Fuck us? I've hung up twice while your boy was playing with the water, and now I've dropped level 3!” Lemon yellow furious.

“Yo, who's so cruel? Is it a thousand miles drunk?” Ask Sandpaper. The words are uneven. It makes people feel a little chilly. The lemon yellow immediately becomes even more angry: “What's it to you? Aren't you not involved in the collective action of everyone? ”

“I'm not out of it! I'm just not there yet.” Sandpaper says,

“You're too shy to say.” Lemon yellow.

But the sandpaper seemed to have been calming down: "Now that I'm here, what's the next step? ”

First class low temperatures were also helpless to the person, so I had to copy the message I had just sent myself again. As soon as I saw the sandpaper, I said, "What a hero to see. That's what I thought. ”

“Oh?” Anyway, first-class low temperatures are welcome for those who support their way of looking at it.

“So this time I brought all the shooters and assassins.” Sandpaper said.

“However, there are some details to consider. For example, how do you recognise people who are very unholy? Although there have been two previous contacts, there seems to be little impression from memory alone. If they don't carry the club badge, it's not easy to recognize them. For example, before the war with them, the guys didn't wear the club badge.” First class low temperature said.

Sword Without Oath The old fox knew that these opponents were young, so consciously left the ambush without a badge, he didn't want to bring an enemy with his ass like a very bad heaven. Had it not been too obvious, it would have been bad to have been seen by very anti-heavenly people, and the sword without oath really hated having to be brought in a fake group of very anti-heavenly badges. This little wisdom was undoubtedly seen through by Han's son, but unfortunately he was hoping that the sword without oath would do so. Once again, the sword without oath was calculated and unbelievably proud.

“Let's play this one on our own!” Sandpaper said.

“Sandpaper, you look very confident, how can you get it out and share it with everyone!” First class low temperature said.

“Well, you said they weren't wearing badges, so everyone wearing badges was excluded? Again, you can compare the professions and grades, and then you can take a little bit off, and then you can look at the faces that you've been dealing with before. These people and their companions could be clues!” Says Sandpaper.

“Hmm, what do I think would be a good way!” Lemon yellow is always a bad look at printed sandpaper.

“There's a way for Horse Mai. I'm afraid you won't dare.” Sandpaper said.

“I'm angrier than anyone right now. What do I dare to do?” Lemon yellow said.

“You stand on the street and yell out loud against the sky, maybe you can just get out and kill a few!” Says Sandpaper.

Lemon yellow is a half-dead, which is a somewhat theoretically feasible and extremely auspicious approach. But the problem is that I really don't dare. I told you this time it's not a big banner drum, you want to come to the shadows, and then one person runs off on an arrogant journey, obviously not to kill but to die!

The first low temperatures thought about it and said, "I suggest we move in two steps, the first step is to fully identify the very opposite sky player, take advantage of all the clues available, such as rank, profession, etc., and then we exchange information with each other, and then we can start the next assassination after we've fully mastered it, okay? ”

“That's right! That's how it works! It would be a lot easier to come up with familiarity as a separate step. For example, we could spend money buying people to help us identify people.” Says Sandpaper.

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