The Game of Demon Hunter

When the warm sun shines on the people again, the tired people in the chaotic camp are ready to start again.

This group of people whose homes have been destroyed once again faces the sorrow of leaving their homes, and everyone's eyes are full of confusion about the future.

This was originally the place where they entrusted their fantasy of a better life in the future, but the reality once again awakened the dreamers with the cruel truth.

This world is becoming more and more dangerous for ordinary people.

Ted, who had made a wrong choice, not only lost a fellow professional, but also lost the confidence of the survivors of Rogge Camp.

The people who were ready to go, amidst the cries of the children, all set their eyes on the man with black hair and black eyes standing at the gate.

That armored warrior who is as terrifying as a demon god obeys his orders. If the lord is such a person, life in the future will definitely become safer, right?

"Be careful on the road. If you encounter danger, save your life first. I'm not short of money or food." The witcher looked at the large and small bags full of refugees in several carts, and said to Ted: "It's my territory After that, someone will check you to prevent the plague from appearing."

"Thank you for your generosity, my lord." Ted looked at the Siris in front of him with a complicated expression. It was the first time the two met in the greenskin camp, and the two were still comrades-in-arms.

But this Sirisian became stronger than before almost every day. In just two months, the other party has become a big man who can decide his own destiny.

Amidst the shouts of Ted and Kasha, the team of hundreds of people set off slowly. Except for the children, everyone looked at the place where they used to live with nostalgic eyes.

This place has almost become their homeland. They have paid sweat and blood here, and now they are on the journey again.

Under the leadership of the one-armed man, a militia team composed of young people ran forward and back to maintain the order of the team and prevent people from falling behind.

"Look at these young people, most of them have the potential to become extraordinary, they are the future of this world!" The silver-haired witch looked at those slightly immature faces and said to the witcher.

This world is becoming more and more dangerous in the face of huge disasters, but there is still a ray of hope in the future. The Witch Kings have calculated that compared to a hundred years ago, the proportion of professionals in the total population is gradually increasing.

Maybe one day in the future, every human being will already be a superhuman on the day of birth.

"Maybe." Xu Yichen replied irrefutably. Whether he is a player who is almost immortal or a witcher with a long lifespan, his way of thinking about problems is different from that of Effilar.

"Problems that can be solved in this generation should not be left to the next generation." The witcher said to the silver-haired witch: "We Cyris people are more used to doing it ourselves."

Watching the team that sent Rogue's camp head towards the direction the witcher came from, the ranger Alix, who had wandered in the wild all night, also reappeared beside the two of them.

"Last night was really a big scene." Alix's auspicious suit was covered with morning dew: "I helped solve a few monsters, but it doesn't matter if I help or not depending on the situation, that big black guy is really strong! "

"Don't even think about it, magic armor. A lone traveler like you can't afford it in this life." As the [unknown strange object] was taken away by Nangong Yujun, Effilar felt his power return again. into the body.

"If there is a chance, I will go to your hometown to take a look. It must be a very rich place." The silver-haired witch looked at the witcher and said, "For everyone, Siris is a mysterious place. How do you get in touch with the outside world?"

Xu Yichen suddenly thought of Huang Laoxie who was suffering from cholera in the old continent. His expression almost collapsed, and he said meaningfully in a strange tone: "You will see, this day is not far away."

At the same time, the mysterious, powerful, and evil instructor, Huang Laoxie, who was being talked about by Xu Yichen, was staged a good show of fighting against the sea.

"Damn it, where's Lao Tzu's Magic Catapult Cannon!" Huang Laoxie, who was wearing a black high-necked leather coat and a black eyepatch on one eye, was standing on the bow of the ship, braving the wind and waves.

That's right, it's really a wind and a wave!

Huang Laoxie used the scimitar in his hand to slice through the huge waves that hit him head-on, revealing a large ship that was fleeing in a hurry in the distance, flying the flag of the Woking Church.

"Hurry up and put the commando team in for me!" Huang Laoxie's one foot was a prosthetic leg made of metal, and he stomped on the deck with a 'dong dong' sound.

Huang Shiren, who lost a leg in the war, did not choose limb reconstruction surgery, but directly chose a mechanical bionic prosthetic limb that can output more than three tons.

This thing can't be realized in the game, and Huang Shiren, who chose to scan the entity to enter the game, naturally became a disabled person in the game.

But this couldn't stop Huang Laoxie's 'enthusiasm'!

It didn't take long for Huang Laoxie, who had an abnormal fighting consciousness, was bold and ruthless, and had a deep background, to stand out among the many players.

Later, a player battle group mainly composed of political commissars was formed, which established a shocking reputation in the entire loess area.

It is said that when this battle group was sent by the New China executives to the Old Continent to support the Anti-Intellectual Committee there, more than one player battle group beat gongs and drums to send off the 'God of Plague', feeling that they had seen a bright day.

"Sir, the above said that we should trouble the Woking Church, so we can't snatch the other's flagship on the first day, right?" A heavily armed adjutant said with an ugly face: "It's better to have a gradual process, We are still a little weak right now."

Huang Laoxie slapped the adjutant on the head: "How many times have I told you to call me the captain! Don't I know that our strength is a little weak, so the first attack is to hit the vital point! Do it first! Buy its flagship, give the goddess some face, and then slowly grab her merchant ship when I have time!"

"But our teacher came from nowhere, I'm afraid it will make those EU softies feel threatened." The adjutant changed his reason to persuade his 'captain': "Our recent actions have caused dissatisfaction among many organizations. The complaint letter is several meters thick."

Huang Laoxie touched his unshaven chin: "You are right! You have to find a suitable reason!"

"Yes!" Huang Laoxie slapped his palm fiercely: "There are contraband in the boat ahead! I suspect that some players built an atomic bomb and sold it to the Woking Church!"

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