Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

The so-called son is wrong and loses all the time.

Raise the bowman of Cloud City, the sandpaper really wants to cry into a teardrop. But after the successive transmission of the subordinates, the imprint sandpaper could only be made strong, slapping each other on the shoulder one by one: “This time, it was my fault, I didn't expect to be so despicable a thousand miles drunk, with a temporary exam change. ”

“The question is skinny waist dancing.” Sandpaper was warned.

“The most poisonous woman's heart, I ignored that too.” Sandpaper sounds a little dull.

“How are the boys?” Look at the sandpaper, some of them archers, all from their clusters at the time.

“It's like they're all dead.” One person replied.

Dead, yet to be seen, that's one reason. Thief, not here at the resurrection point, at the burglar union.

“Shit!” Sandpaper kicked the ground out of a pit with anger.

“What's going on over there?” Sandpaper asked on the channel that those who were ambushed under the gates of the city, in addition to those who had previously been exposed and hung, had a group of them. The layout of sandpaper is quite sophisticated, not all piled together, but not too far apart. Everything that happens has to be taken care of. The accident would have had a chance to cope, for example, with the two brothers who had begun to die, and everyone could have escaped that opportunity. But Indian sandpaper was too confident, playing with each other's eyes, who knew that the other's heart was not so shallow, but played him instead.

Finally, he went to answer the questions with confidence, thinking he knew the answers to the questions, but he couldn't help but change the questions temporarily. The answer was wrong, he hung up on himself and involved another group of brothers. The sandpaper is still patting people's shoulders to cheer them up, but the face is quite enough.

At this time, I asked about the situation there, but I didn't hear anything at the moment. Half a dozen days later, I brushed with white light, and the third group was actually sent back.

“What's the matter?” Ink sandpaper. Witnessing their tragedy, he thought that these people would stop making stupid answers, that they would not lose their lives if they could not move there, and who would want us all to move so fast?

The dead archer was depressed and spit in his mouth on the ground: "The drunk guy shouted and asked the players to help supervise each other. And then he asks, see who's not coming back. We wanted to fill up the crowd, but the players in Cloud City were so fucking rude, they sold us out right away. Fuck, what is it? ”

“What are you saying!!” Sandpaper hastily stopped the man from cursing. This is Cloud City. This guy is yelling at Cloud City players right here. This is not true. There have been several very unfriendly eyes.

After seeing that the other party left without any reaction, Indian sandpaper relieved his breath, which made him say: “It seems that this stock guard is no good for rabbits, we have to change the plan. ”

“Shall we guard it somewhere else?” It was suggested.

“It would be best to be scattered among several adult gatherings, but the problem is that we are understaffed. There are many assassins, but only two eyes. Alas!” Sandpaper sighed.

“But don't be discouraged, there's always a way.” As the sandpaper spoke, as it came out of the resurrection point with the arrows, I was wondering which way to go next, and suddenly there was a pain behind me.

“Fuck!!” Sandpaper screams.

There is an ambush outside the resurrection point. How can you forget such an old trick?

Sandpaper is now late to react, and an assassin floating around has surrounded them with a group of archers. Under the melee, archers are outnumbered, even masters like Sandpaper.

“Which one is leading?” Twilight in the clouds in the assassins' heap asked.

“Me.” The sandpaper slammed, and the Israelis negotiated.

“Just him, work hard, he's got something good going on.” Twilight in the clouds imprinted sandpaper with a finger.

Sandpaper almost stopped crying. Some players sometimes have strange superstitions, very unscientific superstitions. For example, some people think that a quicker kill will increase the blast rate, others think that the last hit will increase the blast rate... these are official things that are unambiguously declared, but players ignore each other and still enjoy each other.

Players also need faith, but Faith Games is a shameless thing to do, so everyone makes their own faith. Some people explain it that way.

Twilight in the clouds and his brothers also seem to have faith. Looks like they believe in “kill hard” goals when PK is good stuff. Indian sandpaper had never heard such a statement. All he knew was that after Twilight in the Cloud, at least five knives stabbed him.

The sandpaper had no power whatsoever, and when he had just come out of the resurrection point, he went in again.

The sandpaper was regrettable and really regrettable. If this time around, if you don't have an account, you just got drunk and sent home, and the next hanging can at least be avoided. And...

“Fuck!!” The sandpaper came out of his mouth, and he found him barefoot at the time, and his boots burst out!

A marksman, besides a weapon, probably the most important piece of equipment is a pair of good boots with unlimited speed. The boots of sandpaper are of course the ultimate, but at this time, he can't help but abandon him. The “mechanics” of cloud twilight seems to be very effective. At this time, I have picked up the boots of sandpaper and laughed when I looked at the properties. Then he took off his stinking shoes, slipped on and took two hard steps, smiling at the sandpaper in the resurrection point: "Nice shoes, nice. ”

Sandpaper was going crazy, and his brothers came back soon, and they grabbed the sandpaper they were about to rush out of.

“Don't be provoked, but go out and die for nothing.” Everyone was shouting in rotation at the ears of the sandpaper.

Outside the clouds twilight is arrogant: “Out? Don't leave us alone.” With a wave, a group of people waved away and left. Twilight in the clouds suddenly touched his pockets again and pulled something out and threw it in: “Put it on, it's cold on the floor. ”

A bite of sandpaper almost didn't erupt. Hershey is a pair of broken, unbreakable grass shoes. This is not equipment at all, it's probably the kind of totally worthless garbage that little monsters throw out. They can be worn, but these shoes will look down on you if you go out and ask your brothers and sisters for two dollars.

An archer flew up and kicked the grass shoe off, and one pulled a pair out of his pocket, at least a pair of geared boots, so that the sandpaper could handle it. Everyone was covered in sad comfort with imprinted sandpaper. Of course, they're even more pathetic when they're dead, but they're also equipped to explode. Besides, they know how much this boot prints sandpaper.

So this is the archer range, and the thief union is basically repeating the story here.

It's just that there's no such thing as sandpaper. The team was led by Yunxiang, with a lot of people and a professional mix. Dealing with thieves is obviously more troublesome than dealing with archers with obvious shortcomings.

Ultimately, however, zero casualties take the opponent down. Ambushes are well designed and targeted. The thieves walked out together, were immediately surrounded, and Yunxiang waved, and the magicians sent them back the way they had come. Don't even try to walk away.

“Shit, it's all men!” The fireball shook its head to dissatisfaction, lying on the door of the bandit union and yelling inside: "Hey, do you guys have a girl in the union? How dare you send some chicks? Dare...”

Before the fireball was finished, Yunxiang dragged it away with his mouth shut and explained to the Watchman: "Squat across the sea, flashing safely. ”

“Cut!” the girl in the party glanced through: “The filthy boy is immortal in the flowers, the shameless act is just him a magician, I know him. ”

Fireball rejoicing, struggling must say two words: "Ha ha, brother is also a person! Beauty, do you have time for a snack by the cloud lake? My chef level 37!!! ”

“Drag away, drag away!!” Yunxiang shouted and hurried several powerful players over to take the fireball away.

“I told you not to let this guy come!” Yunxiang wipes sweat.

“Only the boss of a thousand miles can take him.” The others said.

“Well, the Chili boss can still hold it!” Yunxiang also sighed, so shameless can only manage once a thousand miles of drunkenness, he is far from it.

“What about us now?” Someone asked.

“To kill 3,000, Imazostin, you two stay on surveillance, the others follow me to the back street.” Yunxiang waved and took the people to wait to see if there was another chance, and he didn't take many steps to kill you. 3,000 were already crying: “They left, conveying. ”

“All gone?” Yunxiang looked at the resurrection.

“One is not left.” Three thousand for sure.

“Then leave it as it is!” Yunxiang led the people to ambush inside and outside the bandit union again.

Professionals suitable for sneak attacks should be highly motivated, either bandits or archers, so both revival points Han's son had plans. Even now that it's all been exposed, staying is still a limitation, coming back dead, either going offline or running on a reel, there's no other option.

“Holy shit!!!!” Indian sandpaper floats in the wilderness of Cloud City. Instead of flying home, he erased the coordinates and sent them randomly. Flying home meant that he had to come back, either with a scroll or on foot, which was painful, so he chose to hide in the wild.

There are three archers by the side of the sandpaper. Nobody else knows where it went. Blank scrolls are transferred randomly, and the odds are almost as small as zero, with two of them randomly in one place.

It's desolate, sandpaper. They're unfamiliar and lonely. The heavens and earth have a sense of comfort.

“What do we do now?” Ask around.

“The assassination operation is very difficult to succeed...” The sandpaper was painful and silent.

“How can we have a chance of winning when all our actions are ahead of each other?” Sandpaper said.

“What should we do? ”

“Looks like there's only one way to read the cream and a first-class cold proposal. Organize a battalion of men and horses to find a second way. As long as the strength forms enough suppression, the other party's calculation is no longer useful.” Says Sandpaper.

“However, the last time I heard of Cloud City, tens of thousands of people gathered together to eradicate the very opposite sky, and then the hard-boiled were dealt with by one person a thousand miles drunk.” In the days when Cloud City was lurking, these guys also heard a lot about it.

“I know, that's when his PK was so high!” Sandpaper said.

“Yeah! ”

“But we're not like tens of thousands of people. Those tens of thousands of people, they're just two six-level clubs in Cloud City, a bunch of other people. What about us? It's from the 31st castle. It's the strength of the 31st castle. The 31st castle. The 6th castle. Can he? Can he? Can he?” Sandpaper began to float again.

“Boss, calm down!” Others are busy persuading.

“Twenty-six now.” Someone reminded me.

“Twenty-six families and he can fight? Can he? Can he? Can he?” Once again, the sandpaper is in a long wave, and no one dares to stop it.

Enough Indian sandpaper whistling, one ass sitting on the ground, making a list of friends.

His tragedy here and his reading of the wind frost are not many comedies going on back and forth.

Shortly after Ye Xiao Five determined the second road, Gu Fei killed him and pissed his ass off.

The second path was found, and at least the method of strong cross-force suppression could continue, which was the last consolation found on Indian sandpaper.

The club has become their last resort. As for myself? Bullshit, it's only been two days. One by one, it doesn't look like a ghost. Forty, the first forty, which is very low in their minds, very low in their minds. In their minds, grades 0 to 40 are all rookies, and now many of them are sadly at the apex of rookies.

Come on, hurry up! ”Indian sandpaper lying in the wilderness looking at the sky. He looked forward to the support of more partners and more reliable partners.

Twenty-five major figures have all received news of the failure of the sandpaper assassination operation. Everyone understood that it was time to take the final step.

Less than they had to, they were actually reluctant to go this way.

This path is love, a great deal of people, there will be many friends, friends of friends, friends of friends, in short, all the people on the network, all will be borrowed and used.

For what? None of them can give an accurate answer. Or for Inky's reward? Revenge for the brothers who died before? A little bit more. More Qi, more Qi, less Qi. This was originally caused by buns, but it is now a matter of temper. The gray face of the sky is so bad that no one can swallow this breath. Those who can stand it and don't want to fight their temper have quit.

“Everybody ready?” Read the message from the Frost Cluster.

The answer is consistent.

“So, let's start overnight, meet at Moon and Night City and rest first, tomorrow we'll go through the second tunnel, pointing straight at Cloud City!” Read the full wind cream announcement.

Twenty-six main towns, the elite, began to move towards the same goal.

Many of them are not willing, but because of a love affair, they all come together to advance towards the same goal.

“Down against the sky!” Everyone knows the purpose of their trip, and the spin hears the origin of things, but everyone has a reason not to refuse.

Dude! They also came together for this reason.

Cloud City is suddenly quiet. Sandpaper ordered the assassination to be halted. The lurking assassin archers turned into people and lived in harmony with cloud city players. They were waiting for a bigger storm, and they felt like they could already see the cloudy sky in Cloud City.

People gathered by the big characters quickly counted. Twenty-six main city elites, for a total of 12,257.

“On average, almost 500 people each started.” First class low temperature said.

“What a lucky cloud city player!” Read the frost emotions, "they saw the highest personal strength in the game, and now he will see the highest team strength. Even the former ten-member alliance is small in front of us, isn't it? ”

“Not at all heavyweight.” First class low temperatures say, "Almost every 10,000 people can be said to have stood at their peaks in the main cities. ”

“Are we finally going to start?” Inge boss Gestachi Ing has received news shortly after the departure of the main city teams. His intelligence network is undoubtedly accurate and rapid.

“How's the inventory going?” Gestachi Ying turned to ask around for five nights.

“It can all be done today.” His eyes were red for five nights, and he obviously stayed up all night.

“Thanks for your hard work. After this one, everyone can rest well.” Gestachi Ying said.

Five nights nodded, but there was still a slight hesitation in the colour of God.

“What are you going to say?” Gestachi Ying sensed.

“This time, we provoked a fire between the castles, and it was inevitable that large quantities of equipment and supplies would be eliminated. But it doesn't look like we're the only ones benefiting from it? All the studios can profit from it!” Five nights.

“Huh.” Gestachi smiled, “you said without borrowing, but there are three things you want to consider. ”

“Firstly, what we have planned, of course, is that we are most prepared, and the other studios, even at this point in time, realize that we are lagging behind in our immediate accuracy. Clear inventories are necessary before such large-scale dumping, otherwise gaps are eventually identified and difficult to verify. ”

“Secondly, we have won the trust of at least one of the two parties that are about to fight each other, and we will be their first consumer option, while the other studios now have doubts in their minds. ”

“Thirdly, it's not good for us to take advantage of all the benefits and not drink a bite of soup. We just need to get the most out of it, not too much. We are not in a position to be jealous by all our peers in the industry. ”

“So that's it.” Five nights after listening to Gestachi Ying, one, two, three, is also sudden understanding.

“What about the other thing?” Gestachi Ying asked.

Five nights is tired, but the look is relaxed: “Very smooth, already eyebrowed. In fact, if our messaging network hadn't been in trouble, we would have found it. ”

“That's good. And them forever? ”

“They're fine. Let's practice!” Five nights.

“They don't have to meddle in business matters. I've been looking into some people lately, so you can lead them there! Here's the list.” Gestachi Young handed over a piece of paper for five nights.

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