Chapter 832: The Round Table

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Why is there no mask!

This is responsible for commanding the 5,500 masters of the expedition team in China, in such an important committee, why don't the candidates have the word masked emperor!

The grievances and annoyance in Linglong's heart are unspeakable.

But she was afraid that it would affect Boss Mu's arrangement, so she came back from the forum with a cold face, and she didn't even finish the post.

Obviously, in the last paragraph of the post, it is mentioned, 'Together with the Great Sword Emperor, they will take on the great responsibility of commanding the masters of the camp in China'......

Linglong sulked and didn't talk about it for a while, just said that the direction of voting in this forum, when the number of votes reached 4,000, the remaining 1,000 votes did not move for a long time.

Lao Nuo and Mu Zifeng really enjoyed a sense of superiority that players in China were waiting for...... While this may be a bit psychologically twisted, it's really refreshing.

It's just that they are discussing the final ten-member slots, and at this time they are already winning, and they are not going to fight for the top spots, but to fight for more seats.

After they discussed it, they reported to Linglong and asked if they could do it.

Although Linglong felt aggrieved for her own man, she still knew the general situation, and said: "The two of you will implement it after discussion, they are the people who rely on the mask the most." ā€

"Well, let's get started, shall we?"

"Let's get started."

Then, an invisible storm swept through China......

In the top 10 rankings, the bottom three immediately changed......

Half an hour later, the remaining thirty or so votes could no longer play a role, because the number of votes of the tenth Jiajia Great Demon King was sixty-eight more than the eleventh Shengqing scholar.

With every candidate having supporters, sixty-eight votes is already quite a huge gap.

As a result, the system urged the remaining players to vote, and the ten-person election came to an end in advance, and the number of members of the Dark Dragon Council who entered the ten-member committee was politely kept at seven.

You're welcome? These seven are still the result of careful calculation, eight people, it is really reluctant, and it is even possible to lose two seats, they did not take any risks. These are enough, plus Mu Qian's identity as the eleventh person, eight against three, I really feel sorry for the three guys of Xiaoxiao Lanyu, Yufeng Ling, and Wanderer Tianxia.

What other sounds can be made?

Of course, on the surface, everyone still respects the opinions of these people. Well, on the surface......

Among the ten people, Xiaoxiao Lanyu is the first, Mufeng is the second, the wanderer is the third, the Linglong is the fourth, the Lili Great Demon is the fifth, the wandering poet is the sixth, the Yufeng Ling is the seventh, the drunken Xiaoxin is the eighth, the Gaishi Lingyu is the ninth, and the Jiajia Great Demon King is tenth.

Well, five men and five women, a perfect continuation of the excellent tradition of men and women working together without getting tired.

The ten men were quickly informed that the pre-war negotiations would begin half an hour later, and that the person in charge of the matchmaking was said to be a certain minister-level figure in reality, which also put a little pressure on these young people.

Games are just games, you can use them as competitions to win glory for games, don't really think that you can really do something!

Anyway, Linglong has been sulking, looking at the call post issued by the forum, she said to herself depressedly: "Why do you want to expel the mask?" Masks should be the first! ā€

The Dark Dragon Council won a resounding victory, and everyone gathered on the meeting channel to discuss the next steps.

On the world battlefield, the Chinese camp, they have the final say this time.

Of course, you can't get carried away and spread it everywhere, these are all relationships that can't see the light for the time being. And it's not that they have the final say, it's still the boss's word.

"Come, let's discuss how to tease the Temple of the Gods in the next meeting."

"That Imperial Wind Feather went in purely by brain, right? I really don't understand, where did he get the promotion spot. ā€

"It's the twenty-three master Bao Yi, let him in," Lao Nuo said uncertainly, "But this guy can be so valued by Xiaoxiao Lanyu, just follow ......"

The Great Demon King Lili asked with a big grin: "What?" Uncle Nuo, you said. ā€

"It's just like our boss insists on bringing Linglong, hehe."

A group of people burst into laughter, Linglong's face was slightly red, but she was embarrassed to say anything.

"Linglong is what the people want, what everyone wants, pure surprise, and it has relieved us a lot of pressure."

"Well, basically our Miss Linglong went to the world battlefield, and as soon as she spoke: You surrender. Didn't all the 30,000 people in the outer service throw their weapons one by one, and bow down sincerely! ā€

"Hahaha, you said that my sister is the same as a goddess!" Wan Yuejiao shouted.

Mu Zifeng: "Isn't it a goddess?" ā€

"Definitely!"

"My God, who dares to say that Linglong girls are not goddesses, I punish them on behalf of the boss! Become a sheep! ā€

Linglong listened to everyone's ridicule, and her mood improved slightly, but she was still a little unhappy, and whispered: "Let's go to the meeting place separately, don't go over together, that will not affect well." ā€

"Yes, Linglong has considered the details, let's go over in batches."

There are only seven people in total, how else can they be divided?

However, if you think about it carefully, among the ten-member committee, none of the top 15 dives themselves are ranked, and two players are elected.

One is the charm and invincible ice magic; One is the white-clothed sacrifice who has absolute control over the level of strength in the battle array.

This makes those who lament that there are 120 people who have entered the world dungeon, accounting for such a high proportion - this proportion is no worse than the top ten guilds in China. Those who haven't had time to finish feeling this player are also feeling the influence of diving.

Yes, influence.

In the final analysis, the election will fall on these three words: influence.

The influence of the Great Sword Emperor is absolutely terrifying.

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The venue was chosen in the mercenary guild hall of the Divine War City, firstly, because there were three people in the ten-person group of Qianfeng, and secondly, it took the meaning of 'Divine War' to please a good fortune.

Linglong pretended to have something in her heart, and her complexion was naturally a little unsightly, which was a little different from her gentle and gentle image on weekdays.

When the wandering poet met her in Yangyue City, he also asked with some concern, "Is it too much pressure?" ā€

"What?"

"I see you're looking a little bad."

"It's fine." Linglong pursed her lips, smiled softly, and stepped into the teleportation array with the wandering poet.

In the Divine War City, there are already tens of thousands of elites who have hidden fronts arranged here, and there are lights everywhere, and banners have been hung.

'Warm welcome to the 10-member China Command Group'

'The First Roundtable Meeting on China's Overseas Campaign'

'Welcome to the Hidden Front'

The city is also like a festival, with lights and lights. The vanilla milkshake, who was in charge of arranging the venue, wanted to run up when she saw Linglong, but she hesitated, but she still walked over with elegant steps.

"Miss Linglong, Mr. Wandering, please come here."

The two followed the vanilla milkshake towards the venue, and Linglong pulled the vanilla milkshake into the team with a whim.

"Vanilla, how are you doing?" Linglong asked in a whisper.

"It's okay, there's a live broadcast here, we'll talk about it later." Vanilla said with a grin.

Linglong suddenly understood.

No wonder, before coming, all seven of them were asked to withdraw from the voice of the Dark Dragon Council, and reminded their respective forces not to contact each other.

The vanilla milkshake just proves that she has a personal relationship with Linglong.

The venue arrived quickly, and Qianfeng didn't know how to do it, as if he had chartered the golden mercenary union hall in the second-level main city, and on the glazed floor in the middle, there was a round table and twelve circle chairs around it.

It's a bit of a round table.

Most of the people have already come, and there are only Linglong and wandering poets left.

Linglong is still the previous robe, and she is in the mood to dress up when she has something in her heart, and she feels that the mask is not coming here, so who will she show if she dresses up.

Hmph, these people must have done it on purpose!

Could it be that the mask sacrificed himself to let the Dark Dragon Council occupy more places?

'Figured it out', Linglong's resentment in her heart was much less, and she politely greeted these bigwigs of the top forces in China, and went to find a seat.

Yu Fengling stood up and pointed to his seat, next to Xiaoxiao Blue Rain.

In front of so many people, Linglong should not have swept the face of others, but this is the only one who can't.

She chuckled and shook her head, walked over to Gai Shi Lingyu, pulled out a chair and sat down.

The wandering poet in an elegant white robe said thank you to Yu Fengling, and Shi Shiran sat there, which could be regarded as giving Yu Fengling a face. After all, externally, Diving and the Temple of the Gods are allies as well.

Did Yu Fengling stand up and let Linglong sit next to Xiaoxiao Lanyu, so as to make the Great Sword Emperor angry?

How could he, a guy with a close wisdom to a demon, be so shallow, now what he thinks about is that if he wins over the two people who are diving, then they will have a strong enough say in the group of ten.

Yu Fengling sat on the other side of Xiaoxiao Blue Rain, so that only the two seats of the main seat were vacant.

"Ahem!" Mu Feng, the boss of the hidden front, coughed, "That, the two heavyweight guests haven't arrived yet, should we discuss tactics or something first?" After all, it is not known how many players are watching the live stream right now. ā€

"If the real tactics are revealed at this time, won't they be seen by the outer suit?" Gai Shi Lingyu chuckled, "Isn't that right, Boss Mufeng." ā€

"Well, then we might as well get to know each other first, Miss Geshi Lingyu. You don't need to call me boss, I'm a very easy-going person, and I don't sit there with a straight face. As he spoke, he smiled and glanced at Xiaoxiao Blue Rain.

Xiaoxiao Lanyu's somewhat tense face slackened a little, and he said loudly: "Since we haven't come here yet, we might as well find a place to compete, I still have a lot of thoughts about the fast sword." ā€

It's full of gunpowder.

It really made the players in China sweat.

Rely on these guys to conquer the world...... Won't you really pinch it yourself first?

Everyone else is watching from the wall, as if they are watching the play coldly.

The group of ten is not united.

But now, the command of 5,500 people is placed on these guys......

"Ahem," the leader of the Traveler Alliance, the actual third largest guild aggregate in China, the Traveler Tianxia said: "Everyone get up to greet you, Minister Hao is here." ā€

The ten stood up sparsely and looked at the door of the mercenary union hall, where a group of people walked in with a gray-haired old man in front of them.

The dragon walks with an extraordinary bearing, and his eyes are very bland, but there is a certain majesty brewing under the blandness.

Mu Feng seemed to be very familiar, greeted him with a smile, and shook hands with the old man. The other nine people also stood up and shook hands with the head of the virtual reality integration supervision department in China.

What is a Responsible Person? Level 0 can run around, and there is a bound costume in the style of a tunic suit...... That's the person in charge!

This grown-up is also a variety of praises:

"Hahaha, Xiaoxiao Blue Rain, it's better to see it after a long time, you're very good."

"It's really a woman who doesn't let her eyebrows, Cheng Jia, isn't it? A few of you can take care of the latent in an orderly manner, and you have become a bright banner in China, and you have outstanding abilities. ā€

"This is Linglong? I watch my granddaughter hold her mobile phone every day to watch the story of you and the Great Sword Emperor, the Condor Heroes in the virtual world, it's really beautiful! ā€

Xiao Linglong smiled obediently, and her ladylike demeanor spread out, and she said with a smile: "It's a pity that Kamen can't come to see you." ā€

Xiaoice Fa's careful thinking, and he wanted to rely on this old gentleman to put pressure on the Chinese region......

"Huh? Didn't the Great Sword Emperor say it? I came here just to meet him and discuss, isn't he coming? The old gentleman was a little stunned, but he was not angry.

Linglong blinked: "There is no him among the ten." ā€

"Uh-huh!" The wandering poet immediately understood what was going on, "We're here, Linglong, you go and urge it." The president had been staying up late until yesterday, and he was so tired that we couldn't bear to wake up before. ā€

"Oh, oh, I'm going to call him up......"

Linglong was still a little confused, turned around and walked two steps, just remembering that she was going offline......

However, in this way, the fact that the Great Swordsman and Xiao Linglong have already lived together is equivalent to announcing it to the world.