Chapter 296: Volma Plain 6

Hundred ghosts, this magic practice, is so special that it is finally recognized. From the "Dead Mage" to the "Nether Ghost Emperor", it seems to be more majestic, but looking at this topic, I know that it will not be a good thing.

When I opened it, it was really that I was criticized by the people and the gods who were angry together. From the perspective of my compatriots, they also criticized how I was unhearted, did not unite Chinese players, and took the lead in infighting. Looking straight at me, I sneered, "Naive, in the life-and-death competition mode, how can there be so many alliances, and the final victory is destined to be only a small number of elites."

But it is such a ridiculous post, but countless people post it. Moreover, the nickname of "Netherworld Emperor" is so popular that it is mostly derogatory, which really puzzles me. After a closer look, I gradually found the clue.

It turned out that the devils and sticks signed a death agreement, carried out a death sweep plan for the eastern continent, and then competed for the final top 500. At present, more and more Japanese and Korean guild players are joining in to clean up players from African countries on a large scale. Many players have fallen into it, and more players are in deep trouble.

Seeing that the situation is gradually expanding, the masters in China only care about brushing the honor list by themselves, and even have a series of infighting, which immediately made fans angry.

After understanding the situation, I was speechless.

Although I am very disgusted with the rise of things to internationalization, as a little person who concentrates on honoring and fighting for face for players in China, I think I am right. But who said that I have been too popular recently? At this moment, I have become a leader. I have been severely criticized in this matter, and I gradually have a tendency to make a bad reputation.

Behind this post, it is not difficult to see that someone is pushing the boat and messing up the water, but once things are internationalized, players are easy to be exploded, and there is nowhere to vent their anger. I have to be shot obediently...

"Mom, I'm also shot when I lie down. I'm just a rookie who has been in the game for more than four months. Which of them is not working hard to rush to the honor list? Why did I get shot?"

Although he is not angry, he is also extremely angry with the obscene thoughts of little Japan.

This matter can be big or small. If I don't take any measures, I'm afraid I will leave a negative impression in the hearts of players regardless of the overall situation. As the owner of a shopping mall, this is no secret. If I am pushed by people with intentions, I'm afraid it will have a great impact on the business. This is like speculating in stocks. All the actions of the bosses of a listed company will affect the unknown curve of the market, and my competitors are always staring in the dark, relaxing and waiting, I'm afraid it's a thunder blow.

I have spent so much time accumulating reputation, and I must not fall for it in this matter.

We must do something!

began to explore the most active sites of the enemy's sweeps, and soon there was a result.

The hottest place in the Hegel area is the Woma Plain, which is not too far from here. I immediately rushed over.

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The morning sun is rising, and the white clouds are everywhere!

I rode back to the Black Knight's mount and approached the Woma Plain at a rapid pace. When I came to the ground, my eyes suddenly became cheerful. Looking at this empty and vast world, my originally depressed mood was also cheerful.

As soon as I entered the Walma Plain area, I suddenly received several system notifications. The territorial token one, two, three, appeared again in a certain coordinate, and my eyes suddenly lit up. Hey, how can it be better to use yourself as a target than to use others as a target? Aren't these three territorial tokens the best bait?

However, I marched all the way, and I didn't stop to deal with the huge monsters along the way. I also consumed a lot of magic. When I got here, I felt a little weak. In desperation, I had no choice but to find a mountain pass and sit down to meditate.

Compared with the undead continent and the demon soul continent, the biggest difference is the player.

There are also a large number of various monsters and strange races in the two hidden continents, which are extremely dangerous. But in the Necromance Continent, meditation places can be found everywhere, and it is difficult for Warcraft to disturb, but in the Demon Soul Continent, it is different. There are people everywhere. Even if Warcraft can't detect it, it may be detected by passing players at any time.

Well, as soon as it recovered, there was a warning from the Death Net, and a team of players was approaching. The team was in a hurry and seemed to be being chased.

My heart moved and I quickly got out.

Call of death!

The Nine-headed Black Knight and Alexandre Dumas stepped out and blocked everyone's way.

The team was shocked and stopped in a hurry to prepare for the battle.

As soon as my thoughts moved, the ghosts all over my body surged, and the ghosts suddenly roared out, adding a gloomy evil spirit to me.

"Ah, no, it's the undead mage!"

"Let me go, fucking ghost emperor, how can we meet him?"

Several players obviously recognized me and complained repeatedly, but they still looked back from time to time.

I snorted coldly, the elements in my mouth shook, and a muffled voice came out of my mouth, "Are you Chinese? Which guild's?

The leading thief was scared and shivered all over. Although he was not the killing god in his heart, he still said the truth, "It's the Xinghai Guild, and Jiansheng Fenglingdu is our president."

Xinghai Guild?

I was slightly stunned. I didn't expect that I was still from the Grand Guild. I nodded and said, "Who is chasing you later, Warcraft? Or an enemy?"

The thief was puzzled that the god of killing didn't kill people today. Did he change his mind? However, seeing that things had changed, his attitude was immediately more respectful. "It's a bunch of stick players. Damn, there are too many people chasing us. What, do you want to play the stick? If you want to play, we are willing to stay together?

"This is not your place to stay. It's better not to be stubborn."

The more I say this, the more itching the thief will be. If you really want to fight, there are more than 30 opponents, but with so many black knights, there seems to be no need to be afraid. Do you want to go or not?

As he was thinking nonsense, I had driven hundreds of ghosts to roar up.

"Brother Xing, the killing god is up. Shall we go back?"

The thief, who was called Brother Xing, hesitated for a moment. He remembered that several of his brothers had not had time to run out. He couldn't help but get angry. He cursed angrily and waved his big hand, "Let's go back!" Maybe that guy still needs two helpers."

Several people can't hide it from the web of death, and I don't care about it. The black knight galloped his horse. Sure enough, he saw a black player rushing over. As he ran, he chattered for a while and switched the language translator before he understood the national scolding of the stick.

I snorted coldly and went up head without concealment.

The nine black knights rushed to the opposite side in the formation of a triangular cone conflict.

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6 has been updated, give me the ticket. Continue to explode tomorrow!