"You said bad things to me just now, Xiao Jingjing~"

On the vast plains of Nagran, Izmi, carrying a big sword with both hands, was looking at his companion with a smirk.︾

"Why, why do you say that?! No, what is the relationship between this and me?"

The girl who was regarded as the target immediately fought back.

“This is very simple!”

Izmi's nose showed signs of stretching towards the sky.

"Because during the time period just now, not only did the things I felt were different from those I felt in my luck, but there was also a deep malice that floated over from nowhere!"

"...Why do you have to blame me for this kind of thing?"

Xiaojing spread her hands flat, her face full of gloating smiles.

"Just take advantage of the opportunity now to abandon your luck and return to normal probability events - you see, you're abandoning you like this, it's like this, it's like never before."

"Um……"

Faced with this proposal, Izmi actually thought about it for a few seconds.

"Wait, wait a moment, are you going to be there?"

This picture actually scared the provider of the plan himself.

"How do you want to say this question... Well, I don't seem to be very lucky recently, which makes people highly doubt whether the operator secretly did some modified and evil acts in the background!"

Looking at Izmi's indignation, if I didn't know, maybe this kind of relationship really existed...

"But now, Xiaojing, I recommend you to carry out a task!"

"What, what?"

When facing abnormal companions, the one who obviously suffers the most is a normal person like Xiao Jing.

"Run!"

"What is the headless and mindless saying-Nani?!"

Xiaojing, who had originally wanted to complain a few times, suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a tall figure approaching the place where the two were.

That thing is not unfamiliar.

"Why do you still encounter the wandering son of Gruel here? It should have been wiped out!"

"It's already this time Xiaojing, you are still thinking about complaining. I really admire your professional spirit..."

"I'm too lazy to argue with you at this time!"

Xiaojing decisively rejected Izmi's duel request. A hint of embarrassment appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Although I don't know what's going on, I know that as long as I run faster than you, it's OK!"

Strictly speaking, although the witch's legs are quite lame, in this regard, it seems to be better than the warrior... After all, there is a talent to increase the speed of movement by 5%. Although it is not visible at ordinary times, it has become a key factor now!

"Oh, people's hearts are sinister-"

After sighing for a long voice, Izmi's tone suddenly became a little deeper.

"But Xiaojing, do you think your idea can really come true?"

"What?"

Before the girl could react, Yizmi's figure suddenly turned into galloping blue lightning.

The strongest skill of the warrior - support teammates + brave leap + charge small animals!

This is the strongest displacement combination skill in addition to flying mounts that allows players to move up to a distance of 100 yards within three seconds!

Of course, when Xiaojing reacted, the gap between Izmi and himself had reached 60 yards, which is a safe place that could not be reached by any interfering skill...

"I just threw away my teammates like this. Is the so-called teamwork like this? Hello!"

It's really hard for Xiaojing to complain when he was stunned.

"It's true that the words are said, but the specific problems need to be analyzed in detail. No matter who is obviously going to die, you will not be willing to do it. Are you right? Xiao Jingjing - just like that, I will take one step first and then come back to collect the body for you. Bye!"

"You guy..."

Even though I really want to use a similar iron fist sanction or similar trick to the target, the current crisis is. How should I get rid of the son of Gruel who is closely following behind me and seems to be inseparable from it!

He is called the King of Selling Teammates. Of course, the warrior is not a brag, right?

———

In someone's team, a scene like selling teammates will naturally not happen.

Well, of course it’s not because of noble heart or other similar adjectives, but because, if there is such a need, those who sell are usually those irrelevant NPC troops, or they don’t have to sell at all…

Just like now.

"The host's banquet cannot be disturbed. Please show your invitation before entering."

After walking around the spiral staircase behind the stable, crossing the location that looked like a giant banquet kitchen from the back, and slaughtering off a few chefs who wanted to turn everyone into stewed meat. The steps of several people were politely stopped by a dead soul.

(Moros, level?? Undead, life 39.7w)

It seems that this undead may have been Morros's housekeeper or chief manager during his lifetime... Well, well, in short, he has the identity of a similar thing, and after he died, he still faithfully provided his master with the task of managing this huge building.

"What happened, Mr. Morros?"

Maybe Morros went out for a long time, or maybe it was just because he was bored, another undead named Koira walked out of the banquet hall behind Morros.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Koira... These guests who seemed to want to attend the host's banquet were also unable to present the necessary invitations."

Morros turned to the female undead behind him and bowed in a rather graceful posture.

"If it's a guest, it doesn't matter if you invite them to the banquet, Morros. But if you have your own ideas, I'm very happy to help you as a guest of Lord Medivh."

Koira nodded.

Although this may be a guy who likes to express himself, why can you smell a scent of the aura called "玉"?

The seventh-rank official of the prime minister's gatekeeper, not to mention that the guardian plays a much greater role than a prime minister in some aspects. The so-called steward or general manager's position has also risen, which is definitely the case!

"Then everyone. If there is no invitation from Lord Medivh, please stop."

There was a hint of obstacle in the hoarse voice of the undead.

"I'm sorry, but please understand."

This is a manifestation of the legendary — or designed to reduce the burden on players — hidden waves.

If you have no confidence in your own strength, you can choose to follow Morros's approach and directly choose a tactical retreat backwards.

In other words, if enough troops are gathered here, you can completely ignore Morros' proposal and launch an offensive here on his own. Maybe you can get a lot of extra money from these undead bags wearing luxurious clothes!

Take action! Make them all out! Look at these luxurious clothes, they must have a lot of good things!

Although the noisy words of her fans have been harassed the nerves in the team, someone said that this problem still needs to be thought about before making a decision.

Isn't there a saying that goes well?

It's a good time to have fun, the whole family's crematorium...

Ahhhh!

Impulse is often the devil. This is the correct way to open it...

"(Are you sure you want to do this? By the way, in that position, maybe you won't see the situation inside...)"

If someone had just floated into the room without making any mistake, then the about a hundred other guests in the banquet hall would not seem to be vegetarians.

Two fists can't beat four hands, not to mention that this is another Hundred-player slash that transcends mode.

Although Zulfarak also had similar scenes, on the one hand, there was help from NPCs. On the other hand, there was natural terrain as impedance, and was regarded as an unparalleled object. It was only a cheating person with about one-third of the combat power of normal monsters...

But looking at the guests in the banquet hall, it seems that the attributes given by the system master are very simple.

A normal monster at level 70.

If there are too many ants, you can kill elephants, let alone these?

Cut - If you are timid, you are timid, why are you talking here!

At some point, Lu De really thought that being a magician was really too insignificant for the seclusion.

If you change your job and evolve into a defender (even if you are just a supporter), the combat power of just opening your mouth may be enough to attract 80% of the hatred value of smart creatures, right?

As for the remaining 20%, well, there are always some people who do things based solely on their own will, instead of listening to others' mouths being controlled by their actions!

"(If you are here now, you can't compete with them head-on. Let's find another way."

After releasing such an order in the team channel, Lu De led his team to temporarily leave the area near the banquet hall.

However, it seems that Morros' warning range is only that small area - at least during Lu De's team until the stairs disappeared, the only move of the undead was to pick up his hands and stare coldly at everything that happened in front of him.

"I think, Mr. Morros, after the banquet, we might be able to have a drink alone?"

Where others were out of sight, Koira gently hooked Morros' forearm.

If both sides were normal, this might be the beginning of a beautiful night, but if, as now, both parties have become standard bone-shaped forms, then the scene in the scene would seem a bit like that?
To be continued...