"I heard that the Cursed Land is going to be abolished, and there is a demon god on the other side?"

"Really? Where did you hear that? ”

"My buddy, from the periphery of the Eighteen Hells, followed me this time."

"Damn, hurry up and tell the boss, this is first-hand information, wait for the reward!!"

Similar conversations unfold among many big guild players, without exception, most of these players belong to the guilds that fought against the eighteen hells and the burning golden moon in the last godhead escort mission, such as "Emperor Star", "Flower Moon Tower", "Legend", and "Golden Moon Burning", this time, if the elites of the eighteen hells die once as a whole, then within the 1-hour death time, what will happen may be unpredictable

There are many possibilities and uncertainties, such as once the elite team of the Eighteen Hells enters the Temple of Death, how many players in the Eighteen Hells outside and even the Burning Golden Moon can withstand the ravages of these guilds?

One hour is enough time to send the rest of the people into the Temple of Death, just like the last time the Golden Moon burned.

And then there is a vicious circle, the resurrected eighteen hell elites are bound to suffer a new round of blows, although they are powerful, they are too few in number to allow the enemy to form an advantageous blow, so it will be an extremely terrible time difference.

The Eighteen Hells can also take countermeasures, that is, not to leave the Temple of Death, but in this way, it gives the enemies outside enough time to prepare and plan more terrifying strike strategies, in a word. If the elite all die. The Eighteen Hells are alone!!

This kind of complex guild game may not be known to many people. But for people like Xing Shilang, Hua Da Shao, and Foshan Huang Feihong, they are too proficient in these

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ the dividing line of the high-tech park +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

In an apartment in the high-tech park of SH City, a young man with a lazy look stood up from the soft chair, put aside the game connection device he had just played with one hand, and picked up the coffee on the coffee table with the other:

"Thanks, if I didn't see coffee after playing the game, I might think the end of the world is here."

The young man took a sip and nodded gratefully to the person across the chair,

"What did you do this time? Is there a dead end for them? ”

"Me? How can I say it's me? It was Nefarian, the dragon prince of the abyss. ”

The young man smiled a little slyly.

"But how do you know?"

"If not, you're still pretending to be 13 as that stupid dragon, are you? But be careful, your trick is not unsolvable, be careful that you didn't become a puppeteer and almost got on a puppet leash. ”

"From an insight point of view, I really like you.

But when it comes to playing the game, everyone has to be happy, there's nothing to solve, and I don't want to be a puppeteer, I just want to make the whole story a little more gripping. But it's a bit of a hassle. It's so hard to negotiate with those hapless NPCs, I want to slap that Mephisto to death. ”

The person across from him smiled.

"You're not an NPC yourself? Seriously you're too addicted, this discord should send you to electric shocks, this game is not for you to play. ”

The young man smiled slightly, and if a player from the Cursed Lands was present, he would be surprised to find that this smile was very similar to that of Nefarian, especially the expression that he thought he was handsome

"You don't have any proof that I'm playing games and not working, and if it weren't for the face of every cup of coffee, I'd have sued you."

"Ungrateful fellow!"

A white pillow flew through the air

Space-time transition to the Beamon Valley:

The giant sword fell, and the Behemoth wailed, and the terrifying damage caused the king of land warfare, known for his strong flesh and ruining physical striking ability, to exhaust the last bit of vitality and fall to the ground.

"Can't you turn off private chat while leveling up? I almost didn't add it just now!! ”

The red-armored warrior was panting, and it was obvious that the battle just now had consumed a lot of his body.

"I'm taking care of your guild!!"

The underworld doctor was a little maddened by the irresponsible president in front of him.

"Come on, you're justified. What's wrong with it? ”

"The Eighteen Hells are going to be abolished again, it is said that there is a demon god, and it may be killed in seconds in the land of all curses, and the Eighteen Hells have been unfavorable recently, I wonder if the strategy of lying on the salary and tasting courage should be changed, and the eighteen hells are too weak, right?"

"So what? Die once and they're finished? You still haven't learned a long lesson, what's the point of dying once? ”

Feng Wubei wiped the giant sword with an indifferent expression.

"Can you have a little bit of the basic IQ of a guild!! The dialectical relationship between the superstructure and the foundation of the economic structure, didn't you learn it when you went to "Political Economics"? The confidence of the master can drive the guild forward, the master dies one by one, and then is beaten by other hostile opponents for a time difference, I rely on the consequences, how can I seem to be playing the piano to the cow! ”

The Doctor has gone mad.

"Oh, then you play slowly,"

Feng Wubei continued to rub the giant sword with a look of indifference.

"Politics? Whose girl has such a name, I have been on it? ”

"Damn! I can't count on you, I have to wait and see, it's kind of interesting. ”

The Doctor shook his head helplessly and muttered to himself

"Did you really see that it was the Demon God?"

With short legs and thick arms, a bald head and a thick beard, and skin that should have been as thick as cast iron, it exudes a gray aura that has not seen the sun for a long time, which is a standard gray dwarf.

"That's right, Daedric. It's a demon god. You can't be mistaken!! ”

A male drow nodded busily. The "noble" drow goes to curry favor with a gray dwarf, this situation is not uncommon in the dark region, even in the major drow cities in the dark region, because not all drow are really "noble", such as the lowly male drow, especially the poor male drow without a family, working under the gray dwarf, a high-level vassal race of a powerful family, is one of their means of subsistence, if it is replaced by a female drow, this situation is absolutely impossible. It would be nice not to give the gray dwarves a few whips.

In fact, this gray dwarf was Qin Yu's younger brother when he was in the dark region, and he was lucky enough to be left with a life, and with Qin Yu forming a strategic alliance with the first family Ban Rui family in the dark region of the drow city, Mosobrada, and winning the favor of Ban Rui's mother, Vivien Li, Hasler has also risen all the way, and can even lead a few drow.

"The demon gods have appeared, is this the end of mortality?."

The dark red eyes of the little gray dwarf leader shone greedily,

"My poor master is going to be unlucky, oh no, it's his partner who is going to be unlucky"

Listen to the gray dwarf's tone. It doesn't look like the master is going to be unlucky, but like he has found something to take advantage of from the master's bad luck.

"yes. Yes, Lord Hasler, this information will definitely be worth a lot of money if you get the second family, if the spider queen thinks that the first family's partner is finished and no longer blesses the first family, then it is very likely that the second family will kill the first family, and at that time we will become great heroes, and we won't have to lie at the feet of Vivien Leigh's stinky female cousin like a short man every day. ”

"! What a dwarf! ”

The most taboo thing for gray dwarves is the extremely insulting language of "dwarf".

"That's what you think?!"

"Of course, of course, oh no, I'm thinking so for us, Lord Hasler, they really can't do it, no one can shake the Demon God!!"

"Well, Demon God, no one !!"

The gray dwarf Hasler waved his fist as if demonstratively, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes, and the male drow followed behind with a flattering expression.

"Poof!"

"What the fuck, Zahovik, are you farting?"

Hearing a soft sound, Hasler scolded viciously, but Zakhovik behind him suddenly stopped and stopped advancing.

"Hurry up, don't you know that above this cave is a group of Stormwind dragoons who are righteous themselves? Even if they're going to die, do you think they'll let you go? Is it after getting on the gallows or taking a bite of my fist that you know you don't have to stop farting!? ”

Instead of fulfilling his promise with his fist, Hasler kicked Zahovik in the lower abdomen, and with Hasler's height, it was obviously impossible to kick the face of the drow elf, who was born with the tall figure of a male model, with the sole of his shoe.

However, the kick landed firmly on Zahovik's head, as Zahovik had already lunged forward.

As the distance closed, what came into Hasler's sight was the dimly colored but obviously poisonous arrow on Zahovik's back, and a snake-headed whip that was constantly enlarged and swirled as it got closer to him, and a breathtaking female voice smiled and said:

"Hasler, are you ready to betray again so soon? Tell me how a demon god made my first family erased by the second family."

Groups, factions, players, NPCs, players, and NPCs are all interested in the battle in the Cursed Lands, and the guilds that are clearly in opposition to the Eighteen Hells are even ready to wait for good news from the Cursed Lands:

"Xingda, is it safe this time?"

Hua Dashao asked with a worried face, and Xingshiro smiled:

"What do you think are the chances of Brother Wastewood advancing to save them?"

"As a rule of thumb, the odds of being related to him are 100 percent."

Foshan Huang Feihong is one of the few people who is "full of confidence" in Qin Yu, and Xingshiro shrugged:

"If miracles happen every day, then we don't need anything?!" (To be continued......)