"Open the server?!"

After Han Dongwen's gaze swept over the Xuanji plate, he suddenly shouted out in surprise.

The sleeping little red bean next to him was almost woken up, he hurriedly closed his mouth, stood up and paced back and forth with a frown.

In the forums showcased, there hasn't been any explosive posts for a while.

can be called a big medicine, that is, in addition to his handsome "Simeng propaganda video", promotional videos from several other countries are also being released one after another.

But for Han Dongwen, these promotional videos are almost meaningless.

The first is that he starred in the Simeng propaganda film, and the whole person took the filter and watched it several times, and he had already writhed on the bed several times with a grinning smile, but he hated not being able to share it with others, and then watching other national propaganda films, he always felt that this was it, compare his head with me.

The second is that for Han Dongwen, the two countries he really cares about at the moment, a taka and a West Asian principality, have not yet been released.

"How can this be served?"

Han Dongwen almost scratched his head in a hurry, it was not time to invite the immortal code on duty, and he didn't know if he had completed the task given by the prince, if he started the service, would he be able to survive from that golden light?

He held the Xuanji plate and flipped through the instructions inside, but found something unusual.

“…… Stress test, random distribution of official accounts? ”

Han Dongwen frowned.

In his memory, "But Yin" has never engaged in this kind of moth.

Even when the game was launched, the server was down for two hours because of too many people registered at the same time.

But even if it goes down, there is no restriction on new players from registering after recovery?

"It looks like it's because I've done something...... This is what is said in parallel world science fiction works, changing the world line? ”

Han Dongwen sighed and glanced at the comment area, only to find a familiar name.

"Sherlock Hook's live room?"

He was a little surprised to see Sherlock Hook's name here, This kind of official post gives this promotion to the top, when did Sherlock Hook and "But Yin" officially hook up?

Idle is also idle, Han Dongwen thought for a while, and then tried to click into the live broadcast room.

To his surprise, Xuanji Pan can also display his live broadcast room.

Of course, not being able to interact is also a default limitation.

In Sherlock Hook's live broadcast room, there was a black screen countdown, and now in the last two minutes, Han Dongwen glanced at the title and was immediately attracted.

[First release on the whole network! ] Heavy before the start of the server! Taka area propaganda PV! 】

"This kid has a lot of resources, and he can get this kind of first-hand material, so it seems that he is really the official meal."

Han Dongwen was secretly speechless and waited with interest.

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"Everything is suffering, and there is no floating slaughter."

A deep and old narration sounded, like an old man telling the story.

It's just that behind his voice, there is a tremor of pain.

The picture is lit up, and the picture of the thriving and lively street market of Taka is heard, and the people seem to live and work in peace and contentment, enjoying the luxury of stability and peace as the people of a large country.

"River fish, come and see, this morning's river fish!"

"Oysters from Blood Harbor, it's too late!"

The lively shouting came and went, and in the crowded streets, there were suddenly more different sounds.

The crowd gradually quieted down, the vendors stopped hawking, and the pedestrians stopped communicating.

They all looked up to the side of the street, then folded their hands and raised them to their foreheads.

The crowds were divided on both sides like a divided ocean, leaving the way to a group of monks.

A group of blindfolded monks dressed in dark red robes, all bowing their heads and chanting the Buddha with their hands folded, walked slowly forward on the road.

They couldn't see the road, but they didn't care, and wherever the monks went, the crowd around them naturally and respectfully gave way to the way.

Under such courtesy, the blindfolded monks gradually walked into the distance, and after a long time, the crowd became lively again.

However, by the window of a building next to the market, a figure stood and watched the group of monks for a long time, until they were out of sight, and then turned and stepped out of the camera.

When he turned around, he could see that the mask on the man's face was a cat made of jade.

The screen goes black and the narration begins.

"Only self-crossing, self-crossing."

The tone was miserable, as if he couldn't bear to read it.

"Bang!"

With a heavy thud, a man fell to the battlefield, his head deformed and dented by the heavy staff, and his eyes almost burst out.

The heavy Zen staff is dragged on the ground, and the camera moves upwards to gradually reveal the full picture of the picture.

It's a battlefield.

A one-sided slaughterhouse.

The monks and soldiers in vermilion robes danced the weapons in their hands, and some of them were connected with the Dharma seals, lighting up with bursts of Buddha light, and the word prints and lights bombarded the enemy in front of them like bombs, a group of gold-armored soldiers of a certain country who were powerless to fight back.

"Kill and protect the Dharma, and stop the Buddha!"

Rather than a battle cry, the slogans of these monks were more like the solemn chanting of sutras, as if they were killing not people, but transcending evil spirits.

In the distance of the battlefield, there was a sudden commotion, smoke and dust danced, and a group of armored cavalry armed with war spears rushed towards the monks at high speed.

The effect of this sudden impact was very significant, several monks were swept away by the spears of warspears, and the morale of the golden-armored soldiers finally lifted a little.

However, before the cavalry could turn their horses' heads, a violent tremor sounded from outside the screen, along with a loud and piercing hissing like a whistle.

Elephant Song!

The horses and men were swept over by the thick trunks, and the men turned on their backs, and the giant elephants that rushed into the battlefield trampled many of the golden-armored soldiers into flesh just by moving.

Where are these white elephants ordinary elephants, they are simply much taller than the so-called mammoths!

They were covered with thick golden armor, and on top of the thick ivory, they wore several dazzling gold rings and gold bracelets like jewelry.

Rich and deadly.

A series of shears began to flip rapidly, and the Taka monks could be seen crushing all kinds of enemy troops on the battlefield of all kinds of battles.

The screen goes black, and the narration begins again.

"If you have a good heart, you must retreat immediately. If you encounter a bad fate, your thoughts will grow. ”

The tone of the voice was more painful than the last.

Under the black screen, the sound of a sharp blade piercing into the flesh sounded.

The picture slowly lit up, but the tragic battlefield had become cold and gloomy at this moment.

The monks, the war elephants, and the Taka army, which had just had the upper hand, were all now in a pool of blood.

If the battlefield just now was like a slaughterhouse, the battlefield at this moment is as desolate as a grave.

A short dagger with a handle is stabbed on the chest of these monks, in the eyes of giant elephants, and on the handle of the dagger, all of which are covered with gold and silver, which is simply an extremely gorgeous and extravagant ritual weapon.

What's even more remarkable is that these daggers are inlaid with a piece of emerald jade.

This is true of every battlefield tragedy.

The scene returns to the original bazaar, where the blindfolded monks fell in a pool of blood like monks on the battlefield, but this time, it seems that the murderer has not left.

It was the man who had appeared on the second floor earlier, still wearing the emerald mask, standing like a grim reaper among the corpses of the blindfolded monks, and the people of the taka around him had already fled in a hurry, leaving only the fish unattended for sale, still crowded in the water cage.

Emerald Mask looked up at the second-floor window where he had been—

Gao with a white cat mask stood there and nodded quietly.

"There's hell."

The black picture is accompanied by the ethereal sound of chanting Buddha, and the word taka emerges.

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