"Someone, escort!"

"Your Majesty, the Qing Dynasty is dead!"

"Hahahaha, your guards don't pay attention to you at all. ”

"Drag all these guys out and behead them at noon!"

"I can't stand the blow of the drop in popularity, and I am crazy? ”

"Your Majesty, run! The thieves have already entered the Forbidden City!"

"Where's my henchman?!"

......

Although Norman is the escort who shouts in the lingua franca, there is already a boss in the live broadcast room who has translated the content of his shouting in real time and sent it repeatedly in the form of a barrage, so the audience in the live broadcast room at this moment already knows what Norman was shouting just now, so they have contributed their barrage, giggling and laughing, and the atmosphere in the live broadcast room is very active.

Lancelot stared at the big screen in front of him, not saying a word.

He saw the change in Norman very clearly.

In the past, Norman could be said to be a hardcore live broadcast most of the time, relying entirely on unique live content to attract audiences, and he himself was more like a camera than an anchor.

Very few people will have feelings for a camera, they are only interested in the content brought by the camera, so they can't expect these people to be loyal to the live broadcast room, which is why a live broadcast content that violates ethics and morals will have such a terrible impact on the popularity of the live broadcast room, causing the live broadcast room to lose so many viewers.

But Norman is different now.

Now Norman is transforming from a camera to a qualified anchor.

Although he still has very little communication with the audience in the live broadcast room in terms of language, he has greatly increased the interactive content in action, whether it is the previous slogan tattoo, or the later naming of those "magic cheats", and now the "escort", which reflects this.

He is no longer a camera that simply relies on dry live broadcast content to attract popularity, no longer a lucky otherworldly native who is always outside the earth world, but an anchor who gradually shows his personality charm, and a cross-border existence that makes the audience in the live broadcast room begin to have a sense of identity as "their own people".

This change is a good thing for the live broadcast room.

Norman extracted from the barrage, engraved the slogans contributed by the sailors on the bodies of those slaves, and marked the names of the martial arts and characters contributed by the sailors on the secret books of the gods, which greatly enhanced the sense of participation of the audience in the live broadcast room, increased their adhesion to the live broadcast room, and greatly stimulated the interest and enthusiasm of all the audience.

In the past, they were just spectators in this live broadcast room, and this different world is more like a movie for them, but now it is different, now they can participate in this world and use the barrage to influence this world with their own hands!

Interactivity is the most appealing part of live streaming, and Norman has now finally done so.

Coupled with the fact that Norman is now gradually changing from a strange and familiar native of another world to their friend - the same thing, done by a stranger and by your friend, obviously has different emotional resonances - so the popularity of the live broadcast room has been rising in the past few days, and when Norman shouted "escort", it was almost back to 300,000 online people.

Lancelot isn't surprised by the resurgence in popularity, people are best at forgetting, aren't they?

He also doesn't want to know when the popularity of the live broadcast room will return to the one million it once was, in his opinion, it will be sooner or later, and the only thing he wants to know now is what Norman is thinking.

Did he do it unintentionally, or did he do it intentionally? If he did it on purpose, he didn't do it sooner rather than later, why did he do it after his data model had changed significantly? What was his purpose in doing this? Was he simply trying to increase the popularity of the live broadcast room? Or was there some other purpose? Was he thinking too much, or did they really lose control of him? Can they still accurately grasp all the data of this target person?......

Norman had shown his personal will strongly when he was in Douala, but in Lancelot's opinion, it was not a big deal, everything was still under control, and they had a hundred ways to make Norman, who thought he was in control of his life, still follow the course they had set.

Now, however, Norman did not show his personal will, and he even cooperated with the Templar Order more than ever, perfectly following the hidden line planned by the Templars, and everything went so smoothly, especially since the reconstructed data model and the dozens of assessment reports made specifically for the target showed that everything was fine.

But this made Lancelot feel a faint sense of unease in his heart.

Maybe it's because he's a natural conspiracy theorist......

In the real world, you're pitting your own people against each other.

In the north was Varus and his group, in the middle was the Norman and them, and in the south was the group of aliens who had attacked the Norman and them that night, although the three parties did not speak, but they all stood still in tacit understanding, and the scene suddenly settled down from the panic of shouting and killing and rushing to flee for their lives.

"What should I do?"

A tiger man lowered his voice and asked Varus, who was standing beside him, but his so-called "low voice" was already a normal volume for ordinary people, and the concealment was really not very good.

What to do?

Varus didn't bother to pay attention to that guy at all, he himself wanted to know what to do now!

Varus's eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked past the group of humans and continued to throw himself at the aliens behind them.

He saw several familiar faces, and the main combat power of those mud-legged people had already arrived.

Although he looked down on those mud legs, Varus obviously didn't think so in his heart, so he wouldn't attack during the day, let alone stop attacking temporarily after seeing those nasty guys.

He was afraid that he would fight to the death with that group of humans on his side, and finally let that group of mud legs pick up the cheap, it would be bad, and I am afraid that it would be even more shameful for him to spread it.

Among the aliens who came from behind, the leader was a strong barbarian, carrying a dung fork in his hand, which was a strange one, not straight, with a distinct black bulge in the middle.

Norman remembered that when he attacked that night, the barbarian had fought with Don for a long time, and he dragged Don back so that he could not go to his aid. Later, after Don broke through to the Golden Knight before dying under that arrow, he didn't kill the barbarian, but only cut his weapon dung fork in two, and now he should have been repaired by some unknown method.

This is still really three years of sewing, three years of mending, and another three years of sewing and mending, and there is no doubt about the toiling public.

Norman looked at the dung fork and thought to himself.

It may also be that they are afraid of being picked up by Varus, so the group of peasant-like aliens did not move when they saw Varus, and they did not move, just a group of people stood there blocking the way of the Normans, and the barbarian with the dung fork stared at Varus from a distance, as if he was comparing whose eyes were bigger.

The only thing that moves, probably only the human side in the middle.

Suppressed cries, choked sobs with fear, footsteps, sighs, filled the entire human ranks.

Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, Norman's group of slaves regained some of their senses, and because they had been accustomed to obeying the orders of Norman, the new master, in the past few days, they slowly came to Norman's side under Norman's beckoning.

Anyway, I can't go anywhere, where is not the station?

When Norman called them over, he didn't look at them again, but looked ahead and behind for a while.

He could roughly guess why these aliens didn't attack, but instead stopped, obviously they all belonged to different camps, and they were all afraid that they would be picked up by the other party if they attacked first. It's just that this situation is estimated to not last long, as long as there are smart people in these two parties and find a way to form a temporary alliance, things will be bad.

Now it's just the calm before the storm.

However, when there is a crisis, there is a crisis, and it is naturally organic.

Norman's eyes rolled, he already had an idea, walked a few steps directly to the side, stood out from the team abruptly, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Everyone, everyone be quiet, I have something to say!"

Although there are many voices in the human team, it may be that they are afraid that the sound will be too loud to anger those murderous aliens, so the voices of the people are as low as possible, and on the other side, there is almost no sound, so Norman's sudden voice successfully covered all the sounds, coupled with the advantages of the open terrain, it drifted far away, so that everyone could hear it.

The humans looked at it, and the group of aliens led by Varus also looked over, and the group of aliens led by the dung fork barbarian also looked over.

All eyes were on Norman, wanting to see what he had to say.

"What does he want to say, surrender and beg for mercy?"

A fox man in Varus's team sneered, and a werewolf next to him laughed twice, apparently thinking the same thing.

On the other hand, the dung fork barbarians, on the other hand, looked more solemn, except that their eyes were more focused on Atrimithea, who was beside Norman, who was so tall that she did not look like a human that night, made such a deep impression on them that she dared to run out and chase them alone, and they could not keep her in the end!

If it weren't for the lack of patterns on the woman, they would have thought she was a barbarian, no worse than the chief.

"You may not know me, but let me introduce myself. ”

Norman watched everyone's eyes gather, and counted a few times in his heart, but he didn't know what he was counting, and when he counted a certain number, he spoke again and continued to say loudly, "My name is Barton, but people outside prefer to call me 'Old Immortal of the Stars'!"

The last "old immortal of the stars", Norman said it in an ancient language.

Varus and his group of people changed their eyes slightly when they heard the words "Old Immortal of the Stars" - it wasn't that they had really heard the name, in fact, they didn't even know what these four sounds meant, but that didn't prevent them from hearing the origin of these four sounds.

It's an old saying, this man is a mage.

A mage, no matter where he is placed, is worthy of awe. In the face of these guys with mysterious powers, it's better to be serious when you don't know the details of the other party, otherwise the person might throw a fireball and burn you to death.

The alien race led by the dung fork barbarians finally shifted their gaze from Atremithea to Norman, and their gaze was more solemn than that of Varus, because they knew that there was also a mage in the human ranks.

So there are actually two mages in this human team?

Coincidentally, as Norman's words fell, a thin pale yellow curtain of light rose from the human team and quickly spread, enveloping the entire team.

It is a protective arrow that is used to repair.

The mage obviously remembered that Don had been killed by an arrow that night, and that arrow seemed to impress him, so now when he was attacked, he didn't say a word that the first spell he cast was still a protective arrow.

But those aliens didn't know, they just heard Norman say an ancient saying, and then magic was generated, which undoubtedly confirmed Norman's identity as a mage, and also made them look at Norman more solemnly.

That's a coincidence.

Jacob sat on horseback, and when he saw this, he thought to himself.

Of course, he knew that Norman was not a mage, this magic was cast by a mage, and Xiu had already cast it twice that night, and he remembered it very well.

It's just that what Jacob doesn't know is that there are not so many coincidences in the world, and many coincidences are actually inevitable, but no one can see through the hidden mysteries underneath.

As soon as his words fell, a magic arose, but Norman was not surprised at all, his face did not change at all, and his expression was calm as if the magic was really performed by him, but his eyes swept over the faces of the aliens on the left and right without a trace, and collected a lot of information.

It seems that Hiham does have a lot of mages, and even mages live in the daily life of people here, so these guys will have an understanding of the pronunciation of ancient words, and their expressions will change when they hear what they just said. However, there should be no mages in their respective teams, otherwise, their expressions would not have changed to this extent, and the degree would be a little lighter.

After a split second of these thoughts crossed his mind, Norman continued to follow what he had just said.

"You may not understand the 'old immortal of the stars', but when translated into lingua franca, it means 'an old god like a vast star'. ”

There is no such thing as "immortal" in the lingua franca, and Norman can only use "god" instead.