Quadruple split

"Is Senior Xiaofang dangerous?"

In the meeting room of the Broken Wind Bird Club, there is not only a new professional player, but also a well-known 2.5-dimensional idol, a beautiful girl [Shiyin] who has more than 100,000 fans on mainstream social platforms while lying on the back of the sofa and dangling her calves. , while lowering his head and asking the gray-haired young man sitting in front of him: "Senior Netherworld, what do you think?"

"too close."

You Ming, who has been a backbone of the main team of Breaking Wind Birds for more than two years and is considered to be a veteran, pushed up the pair of flat glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at Cordoba who was already facing the second batch of interceptors. "Stay away," he said.

Shiyin pouted and said coquettishly in a very deliberate, artificial, delicate, sweet girl voice: "But I just want to be closer to my senior!"

"OK."

Youming nodded, then raised his hand and patted his thigh twice: "Sit here."

Shiyin suffocated slightly, and after a while she laughed and said: "This... that... if you just sit on your lap, wouldn't the progress be too fast?"

"Then stay away."

You Ming expressionlessly pushed away the pretty, slightly red face that was just a short distance away, and said with a calm expression: "As for the alchemist, he has a big chance of losing."

Shiyin frowned slightly and muttered: "But Senior Xiaofang is obviously playing very smoothly. That Cordoba is strong, but it gives me the feeling that he is just relying on his own strength to make a mess. This style of play How can you deserve to win against Senior Xiao Fang!"

"Shiyin——"

You Ming narrowed his eyes and said sternly: "If you want to keep your rotation position in the first team, don't make such naive remarks in the future that make people question your intelligence."

Shiyin's expression suddenly froze: "Ah..."

"Don't let Xiaoyou scare you."

Lusail, who was sitting on the bar chair with his neck tilted to watch the game, shook his head and shrugged: "Don't all the fans on the Internet say that our little poem is that... what is it called, oh yes, a pure idol? Isn't it innocent? There shouldn’t be any problem at all, right?”

You Ming didn't say anything, so he gave his boss some face.

On the other hand, Shiyin shrank her neck timidly, trotted up behind the red-haired lady on the sofa opposite, and asked coquettishly: "I seem to have said the wrong thing, Sister Xizhao."

"Hey, it's not like you said anything wrong, you're just a little naive."

Xizhao happily rubbed Shiyin's pitiful little face and comforted: "Netherworld is scaring you. He probably thinks that our team is too stressed and trains too much, which may delay your idol, Xiaoshi." career, so I am only thinking about getting you to the second team or the Propaganda Department."

Shiyin immediately shook her head like a rattle and protested: "I'm obviously very good! Although my level in Olathe War Chronicles was not top-notch at that time, the estimated score on the Innocence Boundary was already over The threshold for the first team is much better! I don’t want to go to the second team and the publicity department! I can also take care of idol activities!"

"Don't worry, just because your peripherals were sold out within half an hour of being released, the leadership will not agree to put you in the second team. It's better to say that if this [criminal battle] is successfully fought, you and Ling Jie’s main position is likely to be stable. Well, although there are very few related events for this bad game, there is definitely nothing to say in terms of popularity.”

Xizhao casually hugged Shiyin, who was curled up next to her like a kitten, and said helplessly: "As for Uncle Cong and Brother Xiaoli, one of them plans to retire from the guild department next year and the other decides to transfer to a new club. If nothing else happens, you He and Ling Jie should be directly on the front line."

Ling Jie, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor and listening to music with headphones, tilted her head and glanced at the sunset, raised her hands and said, "It sounds so tiring. Can I take the initiative to apply to join the second team?"

"Can."

Xizhao nodded expressionlessly, and added after Ling Jie looked happy: "But when I'm in the second team, I'm not allowed to listen to music during working hours."

The young man with a soft and neutral face was immediately confused and said in astonishment: "Is there such a rule?"

"Just got it."

Xizhao replied seriously, then turned to Lusail and shouted: "Right, boss?"

"right."

Lussail, who was eating melon seeds and watching the game, extended his thumb without looking back.

"As if I didn't ask..."

So Ling Jie sat back down with her legs crossed, her head lowered and she continued to listen to the song, completely unrelated to the game on the screen.

Shiyin gently tugged on Xizhao's sleeves and asked: "So why did Senior Netherworld say I was naive just now? I know I seemed to be saying something stupid, but people are stupid. If you don't tell me, I don’t know how to change it either!”

"Come on, you girl is just too lazy to think on your own."

Xizhao gently tapped Shiyin's forehead and explained: "There is a saying you must have heard, that is, 'In e-sports, food is the original sin.' Although this statement sounds a bit extreme, it is true in our It is a recognized fact in this circle that, regardless of others, you and Ling Jie have the worst personalities and attitudes in interest classes and youth training camps respectively. But even so, you still stood out from countless people and became We current Po Feng Bird players, is this because you two are good-looking?"

Shiyin stuck out her tongue and said with a smile: "I seem to understand..."

"It's not a complicated truth in the first place. You just need to remember that at least in our industry, attitude, personality, and character are secondary. As long as you are strong enough, you will not break the law, cheat, or cheat. If you evade taxes and are not involved in pornography, gambling or drugs, no matter how bad your attitude is, others have no right to say anything."

Xizhao patted Shiyin's head, shook his head and said, "You also saw the match between Boss and Xinglong yesterday. Although we agreed not to play a tacit match before, do you think that kid can use his full strength?"

Shiyin, who is indeed quite talented and discerning in gaming, shook her head and said honestly: "There shouldn't be... right?"

"Right? So your theory simply doesn't hold up."

Xizhao casually tore open a bag of nuts and stuffed a chestnut into Shiyin's mouth: "The stronger side can win however they want. There is only one reason why they don't deserve to win, and that is 'vegetable'."

Shiyin pouted, and after a while she sighed: "The industry is so cruel..."

"Nonsense. It's a 'game' that is obviously cruel. It has nothing to do with the industry."

While Lusail was eating melon seeds with a magical efficiency that ordinary people could not match, he smiled and said: "Let's just say, that Cordoba is not a person in the industry at all, but this competition is not too much for the alchemist. cruel."

"Woo——"

Shiyin scratched her hair vigorously and said with a sad face: "Senior Xiaofang obviously has a huge advantage, why do you all think he can't win?"

"Not that I think."

Lussell shook his head and raised his chin towards the big screen: "It was the conclusion reached by the two commentators. I just believe in professionalism."

Shiyin was shocked at that time: "When will commentators become more professional than active professional players!?"

"Well, 'professional' might be a bit of a misnomer."

Lussail licked his fingers covered in frosting and shrugged: "Let's put it this way...I am quite sure that those commentators can see some data that we cannot see, although it should not be accurate enough to directly The level of access to the character panel is enough for them to make relatively correct judgments. In addition, these commentators have a deep understanding of the game. The two factors complement each other, and it is normal for them to see more thoroughly than professional players. "

"Eh? How did you know, boss?"

"My guess."

"Guess...?!"

"Yes, but the basis of this guess is that I watched every highlight match on the first day today about five times, so it is still credible."

"Wow!"

"To be honest, now I hope that the alchemist can lose more happily and struggle less."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want that boy from Xinglong to see too much."

"Why is this?"

"Because I want Cordoba to kill the Awakening Dragon."

"Ah? I remember boss, you have a very good relationship with Brother Xinglong."

"You remember it correctly, but one code equals one code. If Awakening Dragon kills the ten thousand year old second in command, then the reputation of the Red Constellation will reach a new peak, and we, who have been following closely behind all these years, will It would be very embarrassing, and the worst-case scenario would be for everyone to come to the conclusion that 'Red Constellation\u003eSuper powerful casual players\u003eOther clubs', which would make life difficult for us Breaking Birds."

"I don't quite understand, but I still want to cheer for Senior Xiaofang."

"That's right, you are not a dirty adult."

…

twenty minutes later

[Either I go out and send it off. After all, even if I am hammered to death, it is better than letting the Constellation side get too much information about Cordoba. It doesn’t matter if I lose. If I let Xinglong kill this second brother later, The club's situation may be very delicate. 】

While standing on the arrow tower with a wide view and reading the battle report at high speed, the alchemist was sweating profusely and thinking.

At this point, more than three hundred-man high-mobility interception and killing units on the counter-rebel side have been killed. According to the intelligence sent back by the ace scouts on the front line, the one whom he described as the 'enemy camp's killer' as soon as he appeared on the scene. The highlanders not only smashed the interception force head-on, but also defeated a rebel group chasing out of the city with their backhand in the process. Their number was at least three times that of their own victims!

In other words, in less than half an hour, that man had easily penetrated more than a thousand well-trained, well-matched, and high-level professional soldiers, less than half of whom were his own. , most of them are...enemies of their own people.

To be honest, if those scouts hadn't deliberately described that the other party was charging this way with menacing and murderous intent, the alchemist would have even suspected that the officers here had opened the door to welcome guests based on the principle of 'the enemy of the enemy is a friend'.

All in all, there was less and less time left for him to think, and there wasn't much he could do.

It is true that the vast majority of the audience, including the two commentators, felt that the background of this game was a super customized map tailor-made for Alchemist, allowing him to maximize his personal abilities. However, only Lusail and Netherworld This old teammate and Alchemist himself knew that although the background of this game was indeed biased towards him, the degree of compatibility was not high, or even...low.

Yes, although the alchemist, who is considered a cerebral player in the eyes of outsiders, is very suitable for this background, he has fallen into a subtle misunderstanding, that is, "being good at using his brain" and "being good at using soldiers" are completely different concepts. Although the alchemist is He is a typical thoughtful player, but he is not good at commanding PVE with more than 40 people, and PVP with more than 10 people.

His real value is actually mainly reflected in the aspects of 'conspiracy' and 'trick'. Although his style is relatively upright, the position of the alchemist has always been that of a 'strategist' rather than a 'strategist'. To illustrate, he is the kind of person who can Through the combination of vertical and horizontal alliances, a mafia became prosperous in the underground world, and he was able to accurately shoot enemies at the scene of a firefight, but he was not good at leading large troops to engage in military strategy.

If you want to ask why, I can only say——

As a professional gamer, Alchemist's areas of expertise are MMORPG (massively multiplayer online role-playing game), MOBA (multiplayer online tactical competitive game), TRPG (tabletop role-playing game/group running) and TCG (trading card game) game), not RTS (real-time strategy game), and his hobbies are watching TV shows, swimming, stock trading and cycling, not studying military science at home.

To put it more clearly, the most suitable players for this position are people like Lamorlock and Mo Tan with an absolutely neutral personality, not the alchemist.

So for the current situation, the think tank of the Broken Wind Bird Club really has no decent solution.

The alchemist really tried his best to mobilize all the forces around him to target Cordoba, but the opponent used his incredible combat power to directly crush him all the way, and performed a thousand-mile solo ride with extremely violent aesthetics.

In this case, as long as the NPCs around are not fools, it is absolutely impossible to accept more radical methods.

In this way...

"Ms. Louise."

The alchemist who returned to the commander's tent took a deep breath, bowed to the pretty baby-faced female commander in front of him who was dressed in military uniform and said: "Please allow me to go out and stop the enemy."

"can you?"

After the game started, he did not express any opinions from beginning to end. The supreme commander named Louise Faircloth looked at the alchemist curiously and asked briefly.

"Not really, but I have some secret tricks that might work wonders."

The alchemist replied respectfully and said sternly: "No matter what, I can't let that madman full of uncertainty come near this place or you."

"Okay, I'll let the guards protect you."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Let Mary and Colm follow you. If your little trick doesn't work, let them try it."

"ah?"

"is there a problem?"

"Hug... I'm sorry, please give me some time to think."

…

ten minutes later

The alchemist, who left his position alone, encountered Cordoba and was eliminated by the latter with one blow.

Chapter 1950: End