The Game of Demon Hunter

The mage apprentice in the red robe led the way and led the mercenaries onto a train-like vehicle. The valuable high-quality steel was laid on the ground as building materials, spreading to the end of the road. Out of reach.

Dozens of railway tracks criss-crossed in this transfer station, which amazed the nearby mercenaries. The apprentice mage introduced very calmly: "The magic train, with a speed of 35 kilometers per hour, can transport more than 500 people at one time. destination."

In just a few minutes, this magic version of the train was packed with heavily armed soldiers. Unlike the mercenaries like witchers and hunters, these soldiers were just ordinary people, not professionals.

These soldiers have barcode-like patterns tattooed on their faces, their eyes are dull, and they look lifeless. They are wearing metal half-body armor that looks like it was produced on an assembly line, and foldable spears are hung behind them.

"I remember you said that the task of establishing a battle group is generally intercepted from historical battles?" The witcher looked at the passing Gobi on both sides, and sent a text message to Yang Yuefan: "Why do I feel that the New World has already Under the leadership of the Witch King, how about galloping on the road of reform and opening up?"

"Do you know what the basic intelligence attributes are for becoming a mage?" Yang Yuefan crossed his legs. Compared with those mortal soldiers packed like sardine cans, the carriages of these professional mercenaries can at least guarantee a seat for each person: "On Earth, the average intelligence attribute of player spellcasters is 16 points. This is because low-level spellcasters account for 90% of the number, which is holding you back. Are you qualified?"

The witcher glanced at his intelligence attribute of only 14 points, and felt that he had no right to speak.

"Do you know what the Wisdom attribute of the Witch King is?" Without waiting for the witcher to answer, Yang Yuefan threw out an answer: "According to our speculation, the average will not be lower than 30 points. Do you know what this concept is? "

The demon hunter looked at Yang Yuefan with a cold face, waiting for the other party to continue to taunt. He planned to test the other party's ability to move when he saw the bug.

"It means that the other party is farting, and they are more muscular than yours, with a brain that lacks knowledge..." Yang Yuefan did not continue to send messages under the watchful eyes of the demon hunter, and changed his description: "In short, you are 286, those The Witch Kings are the light of Taihu Lake, and their IQ is conservatively estimated to be 260."

Not to mention the private conversation between the two, the female warrior took out a box of grease from her pocket, and carefully smeared it on her weapon [Slaughter Flail]: "Look at this situation, I will see the fortress cannon at the destination later." None surprised."

This magic vehicle rumbled past a fortress with an all-steel structure just now. The mage apprentice introduced that this was a defensive node in the first line of defense, and their destination was not far away.

And the mad cow, a strong man with Indian characteristics, can no longer care about playing the game of seeing who blinks first with the female warrior. Even the steel fortress that shocked the players just now couldn't make him shout: "This must be the miracle of the Witch King."

This strong man was lying on the side of the armrest with a pale face, his weak car attributes were almost written on his face, and he was quite heroic when he vomited just now, but it was really spurting.

"Are they all slave soldiers?" Wang Yue looked at the mortal soldiers in other carriages and asked. These simple carriages are almost semi-open structure, and the scorching wind is blowing around everyone: "Will we meet the players of the American Emperor?" ?”

"No, I think we are experiencing the historical fragments that have already happened, the history before the player enters the game." The witcher casually made up a reason: "This is similar to a dungeon of a traditional game. When entering the dungeon, the system prompts Me once."

"But those mortal soldiers are indeed slave soldiers." Yang Yuefan pointed to a tattoo on the face of a soldier and said, "In reality, the U.S. emperor did not abolish this method of coding until sixty years ago and adopted the electronic household registration system. "

The soldier who was pointed out seemed to be in his early twenties, and he didn't respond to being judged. He stared straight ahead, as if his thinking had been domesticated.

As another smaller steel fortress arrived, the mage apprentice sitting in front jumped out of the magic car, and slammed the car with his magic wand: "Get out of the car, everyone get out of the car, we are here!"

"Station 370 has arrived!" The apprentice mage in the red robe simply motioned to the mercenaries, and led the group of nearly 500 slave soldiers to the metal fortress first.

No. 370 depot itself is not big, to be honest, it is at most the size of a small town.

However, the all-metal structure and the four-meter-high wall looked extremely solid under the afternoon sun.

The all-metal gate was opened with harsh friction sounds, no one welcomed, no one spoke, and the slave soldiers who stood on the wall in the same dress watched the new reinforcements walk into the military depot with uniform movements.

"Haha! Today is such a good day, another batch of cannon fodder has arrived!" A tall man in silver-white armor walked down from the city wall.

"Oh? There's a new group of people joining?" The armored man glanced at the mercenaries, as if he was very happy to see them: "Let's have a good chat in a while, I haven't met anyone outside for a long time."

"These people were hired by Lord Werther. Lord Werther will arrive here at a quarter past three in the afternoon. You know what this means!" The mage apprentice took out the parchment from his arms: "Please sign for it quickly, I don't want to stay in this ghost place for a minute longer!"

The armored man seemed to have heard something terrible, his face was pale, and he signed his name on the parchment in a daze.

The red-robed apprentice who got his signature walked out of the fort without looking back. The slave soldiers near the city gate closed the metal gate expressionlessly, and the No. 370 depot was silent for a while.

"So, you are the person in charge here?" The witcher was the first to break the silence, standing in front of the armored man and asked.

"Yes, that's right, before 3:01pm, I was indeed the person in charge here." The armored man glanced at the mercenaries in front of him: "Let's go, guys, find a place you like for summer vacation , whatever you find to eat is yours.”

"What happened!" Xu Yichen pressed the armored man's shoulder: "We are here to earn a high commission, we don't want to risk our lives in a daze, at least introduce our enemy to us, right? "

"The mad cow doesn't ask what the enemy is! It doesn't ask how many enemies there are!" the burly man who got off the car roared, "The mad cow only asks where the enemy is!"

"Shut up!" The female warrior gave Mad Bull a sideways look, and the other party decisively shut up.

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