"Hey, which brother is free, help me command a game at night, there is a hard fee!" The Seven Costume Leader, Chopping Saddle, sent a message in the Thousand Souls Guild Management Group, accompanied by a grim expression.

At this time, it was the time when everyone was having lunch, and the people who were usually active were also busy, and no one in the group responded for a while. Chop Saddle reluctantly brushed the message again, and by the way, returned Aite a familiar administrator, but still no one paid attention to him.

"Command what?" After a while, someone finally popped up and asked.

"Battlefield match, eight o'clock in the evening, do you have time for my brother?" Saddle hurriedly replied.

"Don't your guild's clans have their own command?" Instead of giving a cheerful answer, the man questioned.

"I ...... If something happens at night, no one else can command it. Although Chop Saddle scolded MMP in his heart and asked a fart, he would come if he wanted to, and if he didn't come to pull it down, he still made an excuse steadily.

In fact, he didn't have something to do at night, but after tonight's battlefield match, he would settle this week's guild battlefield rankings. The last time Jiang Yuanren and Heng Dao, who were fighting in the bloody world, jointly calculated two swords, and forced them to admit defeat, and the score naturally fell. If you meet those two guys in the bloody world tonight, let alone the first place, even the second and third places will not be the turn of a thousand souls.

From the perspective of battlefield command level, Slash Saddle actually knows very well that he is not as powerful as the leaders of other guilds, and he can sit in this position all because of his singles skills and his status in the Thousand Souls Fan Support Association. On weekdays, he also relied on brute strength to suppress several other guilds in the battlefield competition, and barely got a second place. At this important stage when the semi-finals are about to begin, the two-time national champion team of Thousand Souls is weak like this in the seventh suit, which will definitely be a very big blow to the fan members, so it is necessary to find someone with strong command ability to help him tide over this difficulty.

"Why can't anyone else command?" The man continued to ask, annoyed.

"There's foreign help, and no one else can handle it except me." Chopping Saddle immediately threw out the problem he encountered, and he also raised himself high, "It's a bit dangerous if you run into it at night." ”

"Which side? What foreign aid was invited? ”

"The guild of the bloody world, they invited a foreign aid named Heng Dao Yijian, this person is very powerful, and he dares to steal crystals with two people." Although the saddle is a little impatient, the people in the general group are basically the big guys who belong to the guild management, and although they don't usually have much contact, they can't tear their faces, so they continue to answer politely.

"Oh......" The man seemed a little surprised to see that the three people stole the crystal, but he saw another clue, "So your crystal was stolen by three people that time?" ”

Startled, he suddenly realized that he had accidentally said the wrong thing. If the commander of the battlefield competition can only be done by himself, then the foreign aid found in the bloody battle should not be able to steal the crystal. But now he uses this as a reason to say it, which proves that the fight with them was stolen miserably, and if he was defeated, he will run to the group to ask for help.

He was speechless for a while, he didn't know how to get off the stage at all, to get back some face for himself, and at the same time he began to dislike this old demolitionist in his heart. Although this guy is in the guild management group, he doesn't have any branch titles on his name, and the chat level is also the initial stage of newcomers, so he doesn't seem to have bubbled at all. Not only is it rude to speak to a dignified seven-suit president, but he also comes to pick thorns, and he looks like a guy who is not beaten when he looks at it horizontally and vertically.

- If it weren't for the fact that you were in the general group, Lao Tzu would go directly to the game to give you a cross-server battle book.

Just when Chopping Saddle forced himself to endure this breath and was about to ignore the man and continue to ask the other bosses in the group for help, the man suddenly responded.

"Give me the account, and I'll call for you."

What, this guy is going?

Saddle was stunned for a moment, and then became a little annoyed, thinking that this person was simply deliberately teasing him. Speak out to embarrass him first, and then pretend to be kind to help. Not to mention whether this guy will really help command after giving the account, he will never agree to this incident based on what happened just now. However, since the other party threw out this sentence, everyone is in the same group, so they simply followed this sentence to fight back.

"Brother, which one are you wearing? Have you ever played a battlefield match? How many games have you won? There was a strong irony in his words.

"Uh......" The man seemed even more confused, and only typed that word and stopped talking.

“？？”

"I'm ...... One serving. The man hesitated for a moment and said, "Two years ago, I was the commander of a battlefield competition and lost. The back is all helping, and I haven't commanded again. ”

"A suit?"

Chop Saddle smiled, the boss of the first service is the leader of the group, and he also knows the management of the other services, but he has never seen this guy. And he still commanded the battlefield match two years ago, and he actually lost, who gave him the courage to help fight the battlefield match, Liang Jingru?

At this moment, his Q suddenly flashed out of a separate chat box, which was actually the general group administrator who had just been Aite.

"Give him the account number, don't ask again." Said the administrator.

"Who is this guy, I don't have a background for some reason, what if the account is stolen?" In the face of the more familiar administrator, the saddle did not hide it, and said directly.

"Eh, he's his own family, he won't steal your number, don't worry." The Administrator made a sweaty emoji.

"No, as the president of the Seven Suits, I need to know who my account is given to to me to feel at ease."

Despite the administrator's guarantee, the saddle is still very unhappy. Let's not talk about the miserable battlefield experience of the person just now, even if it is a general group, it should be above board, right? For no reason, I gave such a valuable account of President Orange Wu to a person who didn't even have an inexplicable identity, and I was a little uneasy.

"Okay, you keep this matter secret, the person just now is actually ......" The administrator withdrew after five seconds after sending this sentence, and at the same time thanked QQ in his heart for having a withdrawal function, avoiding the risk of him being deducted for leaking secrets.

In fact, it only took one second to read this sentence, and he was shocked, and quickly handed over his account password through the group private chat, and at the same time respectfully applied to add a friend, wanting to see if he would get lucky, but he was ruthlessly rejected.

- He's meowing, who gave me the guts to slap this person, Liang Jingru? No, you'll have to go to Lokia to borrow an account, and be sure to fight with him at night and watch him personally direct the battlefield match!

Chopping Saddle, who was controlled by both excitement and guilt, couldn't hold back his excitement, and quickly knocked on Lokia's QQ and asked for an account. Then quietly waited for the arrival of eight o'clock in the evening, and his character had already appeared in front of him in the hands of that person sweeping the Seventh Army and standing proudly on the corpse of the enemy.