The Game of Demon Hunter

"Someone has robbed our territory!?" The female warrior stood up from the ground like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Her rather oppressive height made everyone around her back for a while: "Yes Who! Dare to do that?"

Li Yanlong also eagerly asked: "It shouldn't be the disgusting things from Chaos that can occupy the territory, right? Let me take it easy!"

Ranger also nodded in sympathy. As a remote output professional, in the previous mission, he became an investigator in the underground before loading coins. This experience deeply hurt Ranger's self-esteem.

"Our enemy is the greenskins!" the witcher announced to everyone: "A greenskin tribe has occupied our castle, a greenskin tribe with more than five hundred people."

Xu Yichen looked at the witch who was either injured or underage, and said to Altea, "Thank you very much for your willingness to stand here with us, but this is our own battle, and we will solve it in our own way."

Althea shook her head and replied formally: "This time, the witches are also willing to stand by your side and fight for you, witcher. I just received the news that the Federation hopes to become a partner with you .At the same time, set up a safe house in your battle group's resident. Once a witch is threatened nearby, I hope you can become our protector. Of course, the Federation will invest in your territory accordingly."

Hearing that there was additional investment, before the witcher could answer, the female warrior grabbed the witch's slender shoulders and stood beside the female warrior. The witch looked like a bean sprout standing next to an eggplant: "Let me tell you, in the future your The matter is my business! Whoever dares to trouble you is our trouble!"

Mystique on the ground's eyes lit up when she heard the letter from the Federation, but seeing that Althea, code-named "Fire Raven", did not say anything about her, Mystique temporarily suppressed her excitement and waited for the next article. She believed that the Witch Union would not allow her to be imprisoned here.

Altea couldn't stand the familiarity of the female warrior, but the witch, who had been in contact with this barbarian many times, knew her temperament well, so she didn't push Vittoria away, but said helplessly to the witcher: "You should know that our alliance with Cersei Lannister has broken down. I am afraid that some conflicts will break out between the Witch Union and the pirates in the days to come. So the Union hopes that you can stand by our side."

The witcher looked at Althea in surprise. He always thought that the Witch Union was just a loose organization formed by witches gathering together to protect themselves. However, the financial and material resources that this organization has repeatedly shown exceeded Xu Yichen's initial estimation of it. This time, he was a little impressed by the tough attitude of the Witch Union towards the pirates' treachery.

"I guess it's not just because the pirates didn't show up to capture the black ship on time, but also because of other reasons?" the witcher looked at Althea and asked.

"The Association of Witches has authorized me to be your full contact person, and most of the information in the Association can be opened to you." Alteya showed a document with a complicated seal to the witcher. The formal tone made Xu Yichen feel that he was receiving diplomats from neighboring countries.

"Cersei Lannister is the agent we chose before, and now she has betrayed us." Althea began to explain the cause and effect: "In order to ensure the survival and interests of witches, we often support some newly rising forces. Lannis The Te family was an investment decades ago, starting with Mama's grandfather."

The witcher nodded. He understood the embarrassing situation of the witches. In reality, the Umbrella Company often used this mode of changing directions to support the puppet forces. As a result, until the departure of the colonial fleet, this evil group wanted by the whole world has not been completely wiped out.

"The head of the Lannister family of this generation, Cersei Lannister, is a witch." Altea broke a big news: "The Federation thought this would strengthen the relationship between our two families, but..."

The witcher now understands why Althea was so sure that Mama, who was born as a pirate, would not betray, because the other party is also a witch! But she obviously didn't know enough about Mama. When she betrayed her ally, the other party seemed very straightforward. But Xu Yichen couldn't figure it out, why did Mama betray the Witch Union? She wanted such an exorbitant request from the black ship, and the witch agreed to it in the end. What good would it do her?

The witcher looked at Althea with puzzled eyes, waiting for her next words.

"The federation just notified me." Altea looked around at the people around her, lowered her voice and said, "A vein of high-purity mithril was found on one of the islands occupied by Cersei Lannister."

Xu Yichen knew that Mithril was very valuable just by the name, and Mithril had appeared on several pieces of equipment he had obtained, but as a player, he didn't know the value of this stuff. But the reaction of the people around him was enough to make him reposition the value of this thing.

Mystique, who was lying on the side, sat up directly from the ground regardless of her injuries. The Sister of Silence, who had been watching her, couldn't help but gasped. Seeing such a complex expression.

"This thing is very valuable? Is that why she betrayed you?" the witcher asked.

"Very valuable? A mithril vein? This thing is simply a priceless treasure, or this is the real source of disaster!" The words of the witcher made Mystique laugh, and the wounded man made no secret of his respect for the group The contempt of a rookie, she said in a sleepy tone: "Mithril! Everyone in the world will fight for it. Its ductility is as good as bronze, but it can be polished like glass. It can be forged A weapon that is stronger than steel, yet light as a goose feather. Its beautiful luster is like polished silver, yet it does not fade with time."

Altea nodded and said, "The Union will not allow this rare mineral to be monopolized by Lannister. But when we started our operation yesterday, Mama had already formally expressed her position to the Witch Union, refusing to jointly develop it. She wanted to take it all by herself. By the time I got the news, it was too late, and she played us all. "

"A little pirate has such a big appetite?" Celestine, who has received an elite education, couldn't help interjecting: "She can't keep this industry, as long as the mithril produced here appears in the market There will be countless forces eyeing this place!"

"Don't forget that the little pirate you said has taken a black ship." Althea seized the opportunity to lift the other's scar: "Mama's hidden power is greater than you imagined, the Lannister family With our support these years, it has quite a strong strength in the overseas archipelago!"

"Tigers make trouble!" Sister Silence used a Siris idiom to describe the mistakes of the witches.

Mithril veins? The witcher looked at the players around him, everyone's eyes flashed with the same color, greed! But with the player's current strength, the pirates who are far away from the mainland and across the ocean may have no chance to get involved. But it's not bad to make trouble at critical moments. Good things, if they can't be used by me, don't use them by anyone.

After making up his mind to trouble Mama in the future, the witcher brought the topic back to the territorial issue. After all, the 500-member greenskin tribe still occupies the castle's location, which is a tough nut to crack.

And what are the green skins, who are regarded as a hard bone by everyone, doing at this time?

In front of the castle on the edge of the Black Forest stands a rusty wooden statue. Atop the nearly three-story statue was a crude, barrel-shaped head that would amuse a kid, if not for the face... a cruel face, a grim face, a green-skinned A face of confidence and green-skinned strength.

The kind that can make you look down, and if you don't back off, you are guaranteed to be beaten up, and if you do, you may also be beaten up. It stood high on the edge of the witcher's domain, looking directly at the castle. Surrounded by crude fences between garbage pits and haphazard tents set up by greenskins, behind it are trees and foul-smelling forest mud. It's not a rosy place for a god to be worshiped, but the believers clearly don't care, and the god itself doesn't care what good ideas these greenskins have.

After all, this statue is the main god worshiped by the green skins, Brother Gou. That's what the green skins call it, although the gods of this world have been confirmed in the known space, there is no such a great god exists. But whenever you see thousands of greenskins pouring out of the site you cleared last year, you will still feel like the greenskins, and you will sigh with emotion, brother.

The god looks down on the hovels of the tribe's big techs like it's watching a distant war—and it'll show your way, if you can see that far. A huge and fat body is the eternal pursuit of all green skins, and the idol inspires the soul of any green skin who looks up to it.

And it's been inspiring here for a long time, for the upcoming Waaagh. As the master of the green-faced tribe, Brother Dianzi has already seen some signs from the statue, and he plans to take the lazy people under his command to smash the weapons needed by the tribe a few times before it gets dark.

With the hammer in his hand, he smashed the ax on the iron felt, sparks flew everywhere, and Brother Dianzi felt very irritable in his heart. Every day is the same ax, hammer, so that the idea brother feels that his duty as a big tech has been insulted, as if there is the cheapest fart dancing in front of him.

Pippi rested his barrel-shaped jaw on his fist and mused, wondering if he could come up with a weapon that could crack shrimp like an axe and make a loud booming sound.

Zog Mancini, a player from the EU area, was observing the greenskin camp on a hill not far away. As a mercenary employed by the Umbrella Corporation, he has too many painful memories on Earth. When he was young and ignorant, he served in a certain special operations team in the EU. During an operation, he slipped and killed a civilian. As a result, this accident was uploaded to the Internet by an unknown photographer.

Although there is a full-face helmet covering his appearance, the government of the EU has been questioned by all parties in terms of human rights. This time, Mancini, who was on the cusp of the crisis, was logically withdrawn from the army. Mancini, who was unemployed, relied on his excellent skills and experience to work in a small PMC company, and he was more chic than before.

Until that time, it was a fairly ordinary noon, and Mancini and his team were responsible for guarding an airport in a war-torn area. A fairly small airport in the center of the desert, only some medium-sized drones can take off and land. Although there are frequent drones coming and going every day, as a PMC security officer, Mancini never asks about any abnormal situations. The less he knows, the safer he is.

This simple truth saved his life. At that time, he was eating lunch in the cafeteria of the base. The same synthetic food and the high temperature outside made everyone who came to eat listless, and then something exciting happened.

With the crisp sound of glass shattering, several dark things were shot into the cafeteria from the window. The hard training in the army made Mancini close his eyes, cover his ears, and open his mouth wide. . Immediately afterwards, the shock bomb exploded in the cafeteria. The invisible shock wave made Mancini's brain feel like it had been forced into a ball, but his behavior saved his eardrum and semicircular canal, allowing him to climb up in the first place. Get under the table.

Immediately afterwards, there was a stench, the smell of hell, and most people in the cafeteria vomited, which made Mancini feel quite sick. While in Special Ops, he'd had a few surgeries, small, nondescript artificial organs that had allowed him to survive bioshock bombs and skunk bombs.

Zog Mancini is a person who has actually been on the battlefield. He knows that what he has experienced is a common method used by standard regular combat troops, and those local armed forces are still at the level of fighting black cannons. So he endured the feeling of nausea and pushed one of his subordinates back into the pile of vomit, preventing him from drawing his gun.

However, he immediately discovered that the really disgusting things had just begun. With an unsettling tearing sound, many airport employees who had been eating pig food in the cafeteria with him turned into muscle monsters, or other curious things. Umbrella! This was the first word that flashed in Mancini's mind, and he immediately understood why the commission was so high this time.

Then, they broke through the wall directly, and armed soldiers wearing fully enclosed exoskeletons began to stir plasma in the cafeteria with heavy weapons in their hands. That was the first time Mancini met Xu Yichen.

PS: This is the guaranteed 4000 words for today, and I will post the chapter I made up yesterday~ I only owe five chapters

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