The first day was basically a feast for the local contestants, who were in a one-sided killing posture against the low-level players. The players were crushed out before they could play the show, and all the local contestants who had reached the gold level were promoted.

The nobles, who were unaware of the structure of the player group, regained their confidence, and since yesterday's scene was just an isolated phenomenon, they still believed that the information about the Prell family was true.

After all, the so-called Prell family has a large number of people, and it is normal for one or two strong people to be different from ordinary people.

For players, the only interesting game has become the event that gathers a large number of low-level players and is operated in the dark.

Although the ghost from the heart arrived at the Golden Eagle Castle late, he was predicted to be a player who would retire due to cowardice due to his fun performance and style, and then was transferred from the back division to this dark box operation area by Berkeley.

When the local forces gather intelligence, they will match the portraits of the corresponding characters, and [Ghost from the Heart] will manifest bat wings every time they show their strength. This kind of information seemed to Berkeley to be nonsense, otherwise yesterday's march would have impressed him, and similar information would have been directly ignored by him.

And he judged based on the normal information he had gathered that [Ghost from the Heart] was an unknown little person in the Prell family, and he was not to be afraid.

But if he had personally experienced the power of [Ghost from the Heart] before the game, he would definitely not have made such an oolong operation.

Thousands of people were teleported in, and two gold-level local contestants quickly assembled, surrounded by eight silver-level peak powerhouses.

These people are all well-known and leading adventurers in the three kingdoms, and they can be compared to the five adventurers of the Houlivot Kingdom. Clearly, they have great ambitions to purge players and claim all the spots in this region.

As soon as the ten people entered, they began to kill all the players in sight, and even if some showed an attitude of surrender, they were ignored by the players and referees who colluded together.

A player saw his teammates being brutally killed in the distance, and his equipment turned into flying ashes, and hurriedly typed GG, "I surrender!" I'm retired! ”

However, the exit light curtain fell slowly and unusually slowly, and instead became a searchlight to mark him.

Ten people quickly rushed over, and a ball of fireball enveloped him, dissolving his personnel and equipment into slag.

When the players outside the arena saw this, they immediately noticed the shady, and the friends of those contestants were indignant one by one.

They were not angry at the death of their companions, but at the fact that their companions' equipment had also been blown up before their deaths.

In Berkeley's view, their current attitude is one of anger over the death of their comrades, and when there is more killing, their eyes will not only show anger, but also horror and fear.

Right!

That's how it kills!

Kill them until they are terrified!

Kill them until they retire!

Berkeley was quite proud of his wise move, and the muss that had accumulated in his heart was evacuated a lot.

"They've gone to the A2 area, and the people of the Heavenly Punishment Legion have come to the D8 area to assemble, and you can contact all the players." [Ghost from the Heart] didn't choose to confront them as soon as he came up, and with only one gold level, it was difficult to deal with two gold levels and eight silver pinnacles at the same time.

In Berkeley's field of vision, all the players were scattering and fleeing, and no one dared to confront the killing team he had arranged, and his heart was even more relaxed.

Yesterday's parade was witnessed by the 10 local contestants, who were cautious at first, but were not hindered in their attempt to kill half of the players.

They also gradually despise the player in their hearts, and their attacks become wide open and close, and they no longer have any scruples.

The two Gold Tier contestants quickly met the required scores, were promoted and left the battlefield, and were teleported back to the Golden Eagle Castle.

Berkeley's brows furrowed slightly, complaining that neither of them knew how to control the score, and he couldn't help but be a little dissatisfied with the behavior of the two contestants.

But when he turned his head and thought about it, just now ten people had killed everyone in the Prell family without doing their best. Now, even if there are two fewer gold level participants, it won't have much impact, and I feel a little relieved.

Seeing that the two leaders were promoted, the other eight people were stunned at first, and then felt that it had no impact.

The players they encountered along the way were only the strongest of the bronze rank, and they couldn't make waves in front of the team composed of eight silver pinnacles.

[Dawn]: "Don't be sassy, both gold levels have been promoted." The points of the remaining eight people are also very high, and you can score enough points if you eliminate two of them. ”

When [Ghost from the Heart] was still gathering people, he suddenly received a private chat message from [Dawn].

What?

The two gold-level people directly left eight people and left.

And the remaining eight people have high points.

[Ghost from the Heart] instantly came to the spirit, and most of the people who entered this game were bronze players. Originally, he was still having a headache about how to deal with that ten-man team.

Now that he was relaxed, his third-order strength and the hosting operation of the big-eyed beads were definitely more than enough to deal with eight silver-level adventurers. It can also help seven people to be promoted together.

The players who were slaughtered by the ten contestants were not without gain, and some of them had already learned why they had come by dropping the identification technique to them before they died.

Help that Archduke of Berkeley collect his debts, so that he knows the consequences of collecting debts from players.

[Ghost from the Heart]: "You go to Berkeley's market to help me see, which players have high odds to be promoted this time, and send me all the names." ”

[Dawn] received the message of [Ghost from the Heart], and immediately sent the nicknames of more than a dozen players with high odds.

Among them, the odds of [psoas muscle strain] are unique and ridiculously high.

"1 to 150? Is the psoas muscle strain? What's the matter with you? Why are the odds so high? [Ghost from the Heart] wondered.

[Lumbar Muscle Strain] is also a veteran player, and some people who know some of the Heavenly Punishment Legion gathered around [Ghost Shadow from the Heart] early in the morning.

"Ahem~" He coughed twice and said weakly, "Maybe it's because I accidentally broke my lumbar vertebrae when I took off my waist armor and was seen crawling in the city, so those NPCs were inspired by my disabled Zhijian, and then skyrocketed my odds." ”

[Ghost from the Heart] quickly remembered who this thing was.

Because of the broken lumbar vertebra crawling in the city, the shameful thing can still make him so fresh and refined, which is worthy of the scourge of using words to pit a group of players as soon as the service is opened.

At the beginning, he was also the first batch of players in the closed beta.

To this day, it is still at the bronze level, and has long been thrown out of several streets by his original companions. I can still continue to play until now, and I think I'm also a true fan of this game.

[Ghost from the Heart] sighed in his heart, but if he thought about it carefully, maybe this was his chance to rise.

150 odds, if you buy him all. With the financial resources accumulated by the Tianzhu Legion during this time, even the Grand Duke can bankrupt him.

[Ghost Shadow from the Heart] was excited in his heart, and immediately sent a message to [Dawn]: "We can buy [Lumbar Strain] in full to advance." By the way, be optimistic about Berkeley's vaults and people, and when Berkeley loses money, let him lose money honestly if he doesn't run, and control him if he dares to run. Also, look up his territorial information. When the qualifiers are over, we will take [Lumbar Strain] to take over his territory, hehehe! ”

[Dawn]: "Are you sure you can do it?" ”

[Ghost from the heart]: "Don't worry, as long as [Lumbar Muscle Strain] is promoted, we will have the name to engage him." ”

[Dawn]: "This business is good!" I'm going to arrange for someone to keep an eye on me right now. ”

[Dawn] didn't ask any more questions, and hurried to gather the guild players, some of them to buy the market, and some of them to keep an eye on Berkeley and his men.

Off the court, Berkeley also received a message from his subordinates, and when he learned that the [lumbar muscle strain] that he was optimistic about not being able to advance was bought in large quantities, he faintly felt a bad feeling in his heart.

But the amount of this purchase is still within his reach, and the Grand Duke of Berkeley is, after all, a duchy possession with a matching title. Obviously, [Ghost Shadow from the Heart] overestimated the financial resources of the Tianzhu Legion, and also underestimated the financial resources of a well-deserved duke.

But before he could give an order to greatly adjust the odds of [Lumbar Muscle Strain], another large amount of money was injected, and all of them were purchased to be able to advance.

The initiator of this purchase is [Pickup Soldier].

As the most important person among the players to run a business house and develop financial resources, she has already dredged up the basic information network between players and aborigines, so as to help her grasp the distribution of power of the aborigines and the basic information of the low level of secrecy among players.

Since someone is taking the lead, let's make waves together.

After the big buy-in ended, Berkeley saw that [Ghost from the Heart], who had been hiding from all sides, led dozens of players to kill eight Silver level contestants.

"Hmph, don't quit the game, and throw yourself into the net." Berkeley's eyes were red, and he contacted the eight Silver contestants, "Torture them in the most brutal way possible!" ”

Soon, the eight silver-level saw dozens of players rushing towards them, and they immediately understood what Berkeley meant.

Several people looked at everyone with fierce lights on their faces, and their eyes were gloomy.

The bruises on the necks of the warriors bulged out, revealing a scornful smile.

The Mystic Mage is engrossed in condensing his spells, ready to block the player's retreat when they get closer.

However, before the eight people could make a move, the [Ghost Shadow from the Heart] had already disappeared from everyone's field of vision with the dual-wielding fluctuating sword, and the soldiers in the front row only felt a chill.

By the time he reappeared, he was already in front of a warrior.

Good......

What a speed!

This is definitely gold-level strength!

Several people were horrified, but before they could parry, three people had already been cut into human sticks.

They twisted their torsos and howled like maggots.

The sound of hissing and cracking suddenly made Berkeley's heart feel a sense of malaise.

Before the three of them took the initiative to abstain, [Lumbar muscle strain] had already rushed to the front to make up for the knife.

The minds of the two men were dominated by fear, and they both forgot that they still had the right to surrender.

Without wearing life-saving items, they were killed by [Lumbar Muscle Strain] in such humiliation, and the last person triggered the life-saving items.

However, he is just a human stick when he exits. has the pinnacle strength of silver, but does not have any power to protect himself. What awaits him may be more painful than death.

[Lumbar Muscle Strain] received two extremely rare large soul ingots at the same time as he was promoted.

He was pleasantly surprised as the light curtain left the competition area, now he only has bronze level 8 strength, and after absorbing two soul ingots, he will definitely be able to promote to silver.

Although it can't catch up with the top players, it can be regarded as one of the advanced players.

Berkeley's heart was churning, his mind went blank, and the world seemed to spin around.

There is no need to look down, the fact that this person has been promoted has already fallen to the dust, and nothing else matters.

The remaining five people in the field panicked instantly, and [Ghost Shadow from the Heart] did not give them the slightest chance to surrender.

The fluctuating sword flashed, and the two were cut off by the waist, and one of them also became a human stick. In the end, the two came back to their senses and wanted to surrender and quit.

But the referee did something to the game at the beginning, and the curtain fell extremely slowly when he surrendered and exited.

It wasn't until this time that the referee reacted, but when they adjusted the speed at which the light curtain fell, one of them had already been beheaded by the [Ghost from the Heart], and then they were surrounded and killed by the rest of the players.

The other man withdrew with only one arm left, and as soon as he returned to the Golden Eagle Castle, he fell to the ground clutching his shoulder-length wound and wailing.

The remaining three adventurers did not notice the change in the speed at which the light curtain fell, and at this time they were already so distraught that they knew that even if they surrendered, they would not be able to survive after returning.

"Here, give us a good time." One said in a deep voice.

The trio simply waited silently for the player to kill them.

Three more players were promoted and left the game.

There are only five places left, and [Ghost from the Heart] and four Black Iron players with higher odds will open the Juggernaut Core and wait for the countdown to zero.

The other players stood around and guarded a few people, and did not try to compete for a spot again.

The unsuspecting player slowly approached and chose to abstain after learning the reason.

Even if they wanted to fight, it would be impossible for them to defeat the [Ghost Shadow from the Heart], which had gold-level strength.

In the end, this farce ended with [Ghost from the Heart], [Lumbar Muscle Strain] and six Black Iron level players to advance.

The Grand Duke of Berkeley, who was still slightly personable, ignored the strange gazes of the surrounding spectators, flipped the round table in front of him, and cursed at the screen.

This loss was enough to cost him eighty percent of his possessions and fifty percent of his territory, which even he could not afford as a duke. If you admit it like this, you will definitely be taken advantage of by those ambitious sons, and the rest will also be detached.

Berkeley didn't stop doing anything, and began to pack up his belongings and prepare to run away.

When he returns to his principality, even if the so-called Prell family complains, they will definitely not dare to come to his territory to make trouble.

As a duke second only to the three major nobles.

In his principality, he is the king, and he is the law. Even if all the members of the Prell family who dared to make trouble were killed, the royal family would see that for the sake of guarding the frontier and balancing the eastern kingdom, it would be a symbolic punishment at most, and it would not be too much.

But before Berkeley could leave the mansion at Fort Golden Eagle, he received bad news from the spies.

Outside the city was a large number of people from the Prell family, and the badges on their bodies were the same as those of the people who had just killed the eight Silver Peak adventurers.

Berkeley now regrets why he got involved in this kind of thing, why he came to watch the bullshit Brave Challenge in person.

Counting all the three kingdoms, only one of his dukes was idle enough to come to Golden Eagle Castle in person, and the rest of the families were at most second-generation heirs.

The two Gold Competitors were half-kneeling below, and Berkeley looked at them with murderous intent in his eyes.

But these two people are also famous elite soldiers in the Houliwater Kingdom, although their status is high, they do not have the right to dispose of them at will, and can only scold a few words.

"We'll let that guy know what happened to you in the next ring match."

Although the two were half-kneeling, their voices were still neither humble nor arrogant.

Berkeley squeezed out a "hum" from the tip of his nose, "If he gets out of the Golden Eagle Castle alive, don't let me see you again." ”

The two of them retreated, and Berkeley had to think carefully about how to return to his own territory safely.

The Prell family numbered more than 10,000 people stationed near Fort Golden Eagle, while Berkeley's retinue consisted of only a hundred. Even if the lord of the city can protect him, it will be very difficult to return to the territory from here.

Not to mention how many people from the Prell family will meet on the way, these guarding outside the city are enough for him to drink a pot.

It is also unrealistic to let the spies return to the territory to bring rescue troops, and the Duchy of Berkeley, as a vassal of the kingdom of Houliwater, will definitely cause political strife if it dares to mobilize a large army deep into the hinterland of the kingdom.

Thinking about it, he can only mobilize an elite team to escort himself.

If the return trip really clashed with the Prell family, as long as his team could survive for a while, and when the kingdom sent a rescue team, there would still be a glimmer of life.

The Grand Duke of Berkeley was prepared to do both, with one team of agents in charge of sending the letters of help back to the territories, and the other sending a signal for help to the lords and royal families in the territories as soon as they set out.

If the Prell family hadn't ambushed him, it would have been a joke at best, better than losing his life.