Taking advantage of this opportunity, LICH kept pouring his firepower on the demon hunter, and on the other side, the five heavenly ghosts also turned around and fired a salvo at DH. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the Demon Hunter twisted and staggered in a row, and finally got rid of the two monks, he had already lost half of his blood! BUT HE STILL RUSHED FORWARD, ALLOWING ALL THE ATTACKS OF THE UNDEAD FORCES TO FALL ON HIM, AND THE TWIN KNIVES IN HIS HANDS KEPT SLASHING THROUGH LICH'S BODY.

Both heroes' HP is running out at a rapid pace, but in the end, it is UD's forces that have the upper hand.

Finally, when LICH's HP was about to bottom out, the Demon Hunter fell first. Fose didn't choose to return to the city, the decisive battle had been defeated, and even if the hero survived, it didn't make any sense.

Ahhh

The moment Fose hit GG, all Chinese players were boiling. Many of them have not experienced the era of the "God of War3", but they feel the excitement of the moment as much as they did back then, and the surging feeling of witnessing history.

"Hehehe......", in the glass room, Fose did not have the slightest frustration of losing the game, but looked at his left hand with great satisfaction, and there was a vague, long scar on his arm.

It was a wound he had sustained in the fire to save Nana, and Fose didn't expect it to change his fate forever, as well as the fate of METEOR and Nana.......

Now, the damn hand is finally healed, and that game was just a test of his own hand.

"Now that the test is complete, it's time to get serious!"

In the Valley of the Dead, in a small building, Chen Ling and Nana sat in front of METEOR's computer, their faces pale and seemingly immersed in a terrible story.

On the screen, the file named "N's Diary" has been opened, and below the title of the diary "Gods and Demons", the rows of dense words are uncovering the biggest unsolved case in the world's demon altar......

Three years after the Death Valley fire.

Madrid, Earth Goddess Square, training base for the FUT team.

Hanging a large projection screen, you can watch the live broadcast of the game in the central training room, the crowd is boiling, all the players of the first and second teams of fut gathered together, everyone is looking at the big screen with great anticipation, waiting for the start of the WCG finals.

METEOR will be playing.

If he wins the WCG title, he will make history in the world and become the first player in history to win five crowns!

"CAPTAIN, CAN METEOR WIN?" , a boy under twenty years old asked timidly.

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose, METEOR is already the greatest player in the history of War3", next to him, a man with glasses and a delicate face like a woman smiled faintly, his answer was calm, but there was a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

"NEE, don't you have faith in Paro? Rest assured, there is no one in this world who can beat him", Gonzalez patted NEE on the shoulder, his eyebrows and eyes were much tougher than they were three years ago, and even his hair was much longer, and he was tied into a small braid at the back of his head.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he stood up suddenly.

"Where are you going? The race is about to start", NEE looked at Gonzalez strangely.

"I'll go to the bathroom and help me give ..... Come on, Paro", Gonzalez turned, waved his hand somewhat reluctantly, and walked out of the training room at a quicker pace.

Walking quickly into the bathroom and locking the door, Gonzalez clutched his left hand tightly, his face showed an extremely hideous expression, and his mouth couldn't help but let out a low howl of pain, and in a moment, the extreme pain made him sit on the ground weakly!

He has a long wound on his left hand, which was left by the fire three years ago, when he reached out to stop a piece of wood that had fallen from the roof in order to save Ina.

For three years, the wound would flare up from time to time, immobilizing his left hand and causing terrible pain, which doctors called "traumatic muscle spasm", but there was no cure for it.

So, although Gonzalez was the most talented one when he was in the valley, his results became extremely inconsistent due to a hand injury, so although he and Paro entered the professional circle together, after three years of fighting, Paro has won four championships, and Gonzalez's best result is only the semi-finals of a major tournament.

Many female gamers are fascinated by Palo's handsome appearance and super strength, and because Paro's ID is called METEOR, female fans call him "Meteor Prince".

"Meteor Prince......", Gonzalez had already fallen to the ground in pain, his face had been distorted by pain, and his mouth muttered, "The prince is about to become a king...... And I, as long as I take good care of Ina is enough."

Half an hour later, Gonzalez walked out of the bathroom, with a smile on his face and no sign of the struggle and pain he had suffered. As he walked to the central training room, he suddenly heard a deafening cheer.

"LONG LIVE METOER!"

"Five crowns!"

"It's a miracle!"

Gonzalez hurriedly ran into the training room, but saw that METEOR was shaking his arms and roaring on the projection screen, and it can be clearly seen from the picture of the game scene that several shocking words are being typed on the big screen of the stage - the god of War3!

"Why did you come out? Missed it, missed it! NEE rushed over and hugged Gonzalez, his voice a little choked and incoherent.

"Win? Win ......", Gonzalez was a little sluggish, as in a dream, "Has the king ascended the throne?" ”

"Oh! I'm going to tell Ina quickly."

Hearing Gonzalez's words, NEE hurriedly let go of him, "Yes, yes! Let's go, hearing this good news, Ina may be able to get better soon! ”

An hour later, in a luxurious ward at the University Hospital for Peace in Madrid.

Ina on the hospital bed opened her eyes, her expression was slightly tired, her long blonde hair was scattered on the side of the pillow, her eyes were deep, the bridge of her nose was erect, and her facial features were as perfect as those of a Greek goddess, and her appearance was even more outstanding than three years ago.

The difference is that her face is a little pale, her face is a little cold, and she lacks the health and liveliness of the year.

The door was pushed open, and a young female doctor walked in, holding a stack of test reports in her hand, "Ina, you can rest in peace, you will soon find a cure" (to be continued). )