I Am the God of Games

In the nameless town of Anurad, although Angela, the lord, has been away for a few days, under the management of the old mayor (Vera's father), the town has not lost its due order and plunged into chaos. middle.

Although there is no new system building to look forward to because Angra is absent, so players have become a little bit salty, but the task of moving bricks can be picked up from the bulletin board, and the dungeon key to open the cellar of the living dead can also be obtained from War Princess Li It is received from Ya Akalander, so it basically has little effect on the daily life of the player.

Of course, salted fish is only about the rhythm of life. Whether it is mentality or action, the players are not too slack.

It would be better to say that this thing appeared on the forum, and some players found that they could post on the forum something like 'A newcomer out of this equipment (level 20 purple rare) to ask if it's good to use', and after pretending to force, there was a faint comparison. The wind appeared in the forum.

As believers of the god of games, players are naturally not comparing luxury items such as watches and sneakers, but higher levels and better equipment.

This made many players try their best to upgrade their notebooks, and they wanted to explode the golden god outfit and make other players' eyes on the forum.

Xi Wei is naturally encouraging about this - although he is very clear that there is no other golden legendary equipment in the current equipment pool at all.

All in all, in terms of efficiency alone, the current players are higher than before the salted fish.

And as their level increased, even if they encountered the black-robed bishop in the living dead's cellar, they finally had the power to fight.

Some players have even come up with strategies for 'quickly brushing the black-robed bishop' and 'being fast-tracked by the evil bone archbishop'.

The former brushes faster, the latter dies faster.

After all, even if the current players encounter the Archbishop of Evil Bone, they still cannot escape the fate of being destroyed by the group. It is better to send it faster and save time to explore the Valley of the Dead and the Inner Sea of ​​Greyfjord.

This makes players miss the days when Mane still had fantasies about dungeons. He would encounter the Evil Bone Archbishop at least once in two dungeons every day, and the Evil Bone Archbishop appeared at most twice a day. It can be said that he used his own Life paves the way for the safety of other players.

It was only after realizing that he was completely unprofitable by doing this, now Magne finally gave up the dungeon and began to indulge in doing business and exploring the inland waters of Greyfjord, which is relatively less dangerous, making many players sigh with embarrassment...

Joey Embitter (the middle-aged hunter who wanted Tang Rui and Jem to be his sons) and a few hunters from his village were walking the streets of the town, following a very enthusiastic Behind the senior player with a trumpet, I plan to try to clear the living dead cellar with the help of the other party.

"So positioning is the most important thing. When you see the opportunity, you can go around behind the dungeon boss and attack its ass directly." The other party enthusiastically shared his experience with Joey and the others: "I remember when I invaded your village. The chocobo? But I just stabbed the opponent's ass with one knife and dealt a ton of damage to save your village!"

"Hey, but I remember that you were kicked by that Chocobo back then..." A hunter said naively.

As a result, he was rewarded by Joey before he finished speaking: "What are you talking about! Brother Gang is so kind to share his experience with us, I want you to talk nonsense here! Don't hurry up and say thank you Brother Ugang!"

So the hunters immediately said in unison, "Thank you, Brother Ugang!"

Suddenly, a player at the intersection shouted: "The black hand is coming!"

Immediately, the originally lively street was quiet, and after a while, the players all panicked and scattered, lest they avoid the so-called 'black hand'.

In just one or two breaths, apart from Joey and the others, there was only one Chinese cabbage swirling on the ground.

Joey looked at the grim-looking Brother Ugang with some worry: "Is that the black hand they are talking about is some troublesome person who can't be provoked?"

"In a sense, it's true." Brother Ugang nodded.

This made Joey think of the second generation ancestors like the sons of the domineering archbishops when he was a hunter before, when he went to the city to sell furs.

These days as players have made Joey and the others like the life of the Church of the God of Games.

But precisely because of this, when he saw this situation, Joey couldn't help but feel an even greater sense of disappointment-I didn't expect that the Church of the God of Games would have such people.

"Who is the black hand! The labor is called Mane Eye Gray Claw!"

A man dressed no different from ordinary players appeared at the intersection, and complained loudly and dissatisfiedly with the players who were running away.

"He doesn't look like a particularly bad person?" Joey's fellow villager asked Brother Ugang in a low voice.

"Bad? No, that's not what I meant when I said not to provoke. In fact, the mane-eyed man is not bad, and his skills are also very good, but his hands are black." Brother Wugang shook his head: "Do you know how to touch corpses? It's in the dungeon. When the monsters die and the body has not disappeared, you can directly touch the dropped objects from them."

Joey and the others nodded their heads. Naturally, they have already understood the common sense related to the next dungeon.

"The so-called black hand means that you can't find a good trophy when you touch the corpse." Brother Ugang explained.

"It's just bad luck? Is there any need to be so scared?" asked one of the hunters, bewildered.

"You are still too young." Brother Ugang shook his head: "Do you know the bone-colored thorn suit? It is the best series of equipment in the cellar of the living dead. After being hacked, a whole month..."

"Nothing came out?" Joey tried to guess.

"No, it's the 'bone-colored thorn's right hand' that has been out for a month, and there is no other one."

The faces of the newcomers changed greatly, and they felt so terrifying.

No wonder in the trading posts of the forum, only the right hand (wrist armor) of bone-colored thorns is so cheap that there is a feeling of flooding, and even these newbies can have one.

"Why are you so clear about this, Brother Ugang?" Joey asked strangely.

So Wu Gang, who was still enthusiastically talking about the history of black hands and black hands, froze, his expression was painful, as if he remembered something unbearable in the past...

"Yo, isn't this Wu Gang! Is your dungeon team still short of people?" Mane Eye finally saw Wu Gang, who was in Mengxin. He smiled and greeted him as he walked towards him.

Wu Gang put his hands on Mane's shoulders with a solemn expression, and said very solemnly to his former teammate.

"You wash up and practice again."

Mane Eye: ? ? ?