"It's outrageous, it's outrageous! This visual! Meteors streaked across the blood-colored sky and then bombarded the ground. Below the horizon, the ambient light source is constantly diffused, as if illuminated by nine sunsets. Oh my God! ”

"Wocao, it's a fireball that just whistled past in the sky!"

"Come and see, come and see. The piece that tripped over my foot wasn't a stone, it was a broken horn or bone ripped from a demon's corpse. ”

"According to the setting, this should be the first layer of hell, I don't know if other maps will be opened in the future."

"Look at the names on the minimap. Bone Field! Cave of Quicksand! Blistering tar pits! Lava Lake! Tears salt flats! This can pass the review background is a bit hard. Is this hell? ”

"The smell of tar in the air is so strong, it's hell! But why is the sense of smell only 20%? ”

"Does anyone know what the [Cloud Technique] card is for? When the clouds are released, don't I see it myself? ”

"The Priest's talent card [Spontaneous Healing] can convert the white skill card into [Heal Minor Injuries], right? Is it similar to Shao Zhuge treating the black card as invulnerable? ”

"Green and excellent! I've got a green fine martial art! ”

Although the player's conversation is mixed with many strange proper nouns that Khaled does not understand. But only from the parts that can be understood, Khaled was still able to determine,

It's a bunch of ignorant rookie guys, terrified by the ugly and terrifying scenery of hell!

Since they don't understand the true horror of hell, they are also newcomers in martial arts and spell-casting skills!

Khaled pulled out another well-polished monocle, a pair of glasses that could be used to observe the strength of other people's vital energy.

He put on his eyes and looked in the direction of the player, and as expected, most of these players who were only level 1 or level 2 had extraordinary vision provided by their eyes, which was only extremely faint enough to see the slightest point of light.

"It's so weak, it's all so weak. This kind of guy dares to go to hell. But as my customer, it's just right. ”

It's time to give the platters a little hell of a rock!

Khaled sneered.

He walked slowly back to his chariot, took a bag of powder from it, and shook it twice.

Khaled whistled and called back the animated raven sculpture in the air. The black bag filled with the powder of the purgatory mandala flower was opened, and a silk rope was tied to the feet of the raven sculpture, once again controlling the obsidian raven to fly in the other direction.

"Oh, go baby, go get those vicious bloodthirsty insects to my clients!"

In the direction in which the obsidian raven flies, there is a large, damp amber sac that floats above the surface of hell.

This is the nest of the Yellow Spring Bee!

The Yellow Springs Bee is an insect native to the Nine Prisons, intelligent and vicious, bloodthirsty, and flesh-loving, attracted to the pollen of the Purgatory Mandala. They are not much larger than normal wasps, but they have long, narrow wings with a metallic texture, and sharp claws that end like swords.

"Perfect, the wind is just right!" It seems that even the howling hot winds of hell are helping Khaled.

The bag tied to the raven's feet constantly sprinkled invisible powder, and the pollen wrapped in the seductive fragrance was scattered in the air. The pollen is blown by the hot wind, creating a fluorescent path in the air that leads to the player's direction.

Feel the seductive aroma of purgatory mandala pollen. After a while, a large group of Huangquan Peaks swarmed out of the amber sac-like nest.

The Yellow Springs bees form terrifying swarms.

This large cluster of yellow spring bees, like a buzzing dark cloud, followed the guidance of ravens and pollen, and flew towards the iron ore area.

There, there are many excited players, still immersed in the excitement of debuting in the game.

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At this time, in the Bi smelting iron ore area, in the player group.

In Duncan's bewildered eyes, the nickname Long Day and Long Night walked towards Duncan, all the way to Duncan.

The girl's black hair hung down from her hood, and the long sword at her waist was sharp. The gray robes were stained with reddish-yellow sand, and the cloak shook in the wind with a thumping sound.

"Hello, Duncan," said Duncan, who had put down his hood and his black hair pouring down like water, and smiled at Duncan, who was only waist-high:

"Like you, I'm a player who just joined the game today."

Duncan looked confused.

This kind of pick-up is still too early for human beings.

"Dawn" only started its closed beta 20 minutes ago!

Who didn't just join the game today?

"That's it, that, if you have any questions about the game, you can ask me." The days and nights are short, but I immediately realized my wording problem again,

"Oh no! I mean, if there's anything that needs to be discussed, we can discuss it together. ”

Duncan was confused the whole time, and wondered if the young lady's head was not very good.

"Well, okay, okay, let's add a buddy then."

The two of them opened the game interface, the friend function of the game system, and added friends to each other.

But who is this man with long days and short nights?

Why did you suddenly come to me to add friends?

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