The Game of Demon Hunter

Another player looked at the queue of the new army, and replied with some amusement: "If you talk about deterrence, wouldn't Huang Laoxie lead the team in person?"

"You guessed it right, he brought thirty political commissars and interns there, and it is said that Huang Laoxie plans to kill all the way through the green-skinned territory." The black-armored player whispered: "If the head is still there, it is probably also This trip is indispensable."

"Even people like Huang Laoxie will come in to play the game. I feel that this game may not be that simple." The player in black leather also lowered his voice: "I guess even if we get a nuclear bomb, those green skins and chaos will be able to play the game." Learn it within a month! With the strength of the head, you won't suffer anywhere, but we have to be careful! Don't die easily, there are rumors that a few guys who have died too many times have already been brain-dead."

"I know!" The black-armored player looked around: "I heard from a science officer from our Zhongshiyuan that the server over there will be synchronized with the earth's in a while, and the remote communication system will be opened first. , and then sporadically past a few players to test the signal strength, and then we can reunite!"

"Then I have to tell the brother in charge of logistics that I have to leave a 'black cloak' for my head, otherwise he might not be able to repair us." Hei Yi hit his palm with his fist and said excitedly .

"Don't say I told you when the time comes!" The black-armored player jokingly said a few words, and said seriously: "I'm going to travel thousands of miles north, so I won't send it off. The southern defense line supports the frontier army, and the iron armor is still there!"

"Still there!"

Xu Yichen, who was far away in the Far South Colony, was outside Marx's tent at this time, discussing future development with this man who had seen through the prosperity of the world. Two men were sitting by the fire. It was getting late at this time, and the witcher and his party finally decided to stay away from the green-skin-polluted castle and return to the temporary refugee camp for the night. The witch Althea had already returned to the city, planning to place an order overnight in the Witch Union to deliver a batch of green leather deodorant specially made by Mrs. Kisly.

"Mike, I asked you before, what do you think about the future of mankind." The witcher threw a piece of firewood into the bonfire, and the unexposed wood crackled in the flames: "I think I The question is not very accurate, what I want to ask is how do you think mortals should position themselves in the future."

Max squinted his eyes and looked at the girl named Juliet in the distance. For some reason, the witcher felt that this girl looked familiar. The potatoes in Marx's hand were roasted by the flames, and they became golden and crispy. Some aromas emanated from the food, and he handed the baked potatoes to the witcher: "What do you think, my friend? I pay attention Seeing that you use the word mortal to describe these people, do you think you are not extraordinary?"

Xu Yichen unceremoniously took the baked food from Max, just like the previous fourteen potatoes, two apples, and an unknown pheasant-like animal, all disappeared in the witcher's room in a blink of an eye. In his mouth: "You understand what I mean, mortals, these ordinary people who have no self-protection ability. They are not like professionals. If you hadn't protected them, I am afraid that in the previous battle with Chaos, just seeing those monsters was enough Make them crazy."

Facing Marx's question, Xu Yichen answered simply and directly. Mortal, this word is not only used by him often in the game, as a top student graduated from Zhongsiyuan, a trainee political commissar, and an inner ring swordsman in the sword holding hall of Jixia Academy, he has already been extraordinary. It's his own opinion, and the whole society sees him that way.

On the citizenship certificate, the big S+ grade does not all refer to the contribution to the society and the country, but more to indicate that the person has broken through the limits of human beings in one or several aspects. In New China, people of this level are called dragons. For ordinary people, people of this level will never know that there are a group of monsters recognized by the state and dressed in human skin around them.

"This is a material world. Every plant and tree is made of matter, and the mortals you speak of are no exception." Marx's voice was still so flat, as if there was nothing to surprise him, but in fact it was true: "In In the face of chaos, how noble are the professionals in your mouth compared to ordinary people? They call themselves extraordinary, but they just don’t know that they haven’t encountered stronger opponents.”

"If I want, I can immediately become a stronger existence than most professionals." Marx put another potato on a wooden stick, and slowly spun it on the flame: "You and I have both seen the real With the power of chaos, those professionals and extraordinary people may be able to linger a little longer, but they will eventually fail. Only when the whole world shines in despair, can there be a glimmer of hope in this war."

"I don't intend to have a philosophical debate with you." The witcher muttered softly, "I can't win just by your name."

"I found a weapon that can change the way mortals participate in wars." Xu Yichen changed the topic before Marx heard it clearly: "But these are your people, whether to let them participate in this war against chaos, It's up to you to decide."

"Look at this potato, just like the other potatoes you just ate, they were all grown by the mortals you mentioned, we have already participated in it, and this world has not given them a chance to choose." Marx put the freshly baked potato in his hand. The potato was handed to the witcher again: "If a person lives only for himself, maybe he can become a famous scholar, a great mage, and an outstanding warrior, but he will never become a truly perfect and truly great hero."

Xu Yichen took the potato and swallowed half of it in one gulp. He felt that his stomach was like a bottomless pit, which could hold any amount of food. Then he frowned: "Mike, this thing is not cooked yet!"

Max stood up from the ground, patted the soil on his trousers, and smiled at the witcher: "As I said, being a human being should bear its weight and enjoy its blessings. I'm afraid I don't have time to It's delayed, before I can be a hero, I need to be a really complete, really great man, the night is too short, we'll talk about it later."

Following Max's gaze, the witcher saw the red-faced noble girl, Juliet. This time, Xu Yichen finally remembered why he saw her familiar face. From the outline of the facial features, he could vaguely see the similarity between this girl and An Tuowan. Could this be An Tuo Wan's daughter? The witcher felt that there were ten thousand llamas galloping past on the prairie deep in his heart, each of them squinted their eyes and stared at him with the unique smile of llamas.

PS: I went back to my hometown during the holidays, so I released the update first. I don’t have time on the road tomorrow. Forgive me, I just finished writing. There is still a chapter that I originally wanted to set to automatic update. After thinking about it, it’s better not to tantalize , sent out together. This month's update is over, see you on New Year's Day!

PS: Thank you book friend @嘉墨东野 for your reward