Yesterday, in the clash of the "Gospel" factions, the necromantic players were driven away by the living players, which caused a stir in the forum. The Soul Player's side is naturally indignant and must keep the Dead Player out of Osgilia; Necromantic players are not to be outdone, and various tactics are used in turn, that is, they are on the opposite side. The necromantic compatriots of "Huaxia" expressed no pressure on this - they have not yet been able to take a step out of Fengdu.

And for a whole day, the necromantic players didn't get anything. The successive blows told them one thing: they couldn't win. Everyone is a player, there is little difference in strategy and tactics, and no one is smarter than anyone else (and the opponent's group base is large, and there are many more smart people than on their own side); The level, skills, and equipment are all the opponent's advantage, and there is no Necromantic Realm as a geographical advantage, so it's strange to win!

Players who are fifteen levels higher than themselves can't attack themselves? At first glance, it seems that necromantic players have taken advantage, but in "Qiankun", level 10 or above is a watershed, and there is no difference between level 15 and level 30, and the only difference may be higher than level 30 can kill themselves in seconds. After thinking about this, you can find that the system does not treat all races as children equally, at least now the system is simply the stepmother of the necromantic creatures, and it is not bad if the necromantic creatures are not locked in a small black room.

"Since we can't win our opponents outside of the Necronomicon Realm, it's impossible for us to expand. If there is such a task that requires the expansion of how much territory, it is simply difficult for the player! A necromantic player slapped the table in indignation. He chose the "Rigid Warrior", the characteristic class of the necromantic creature, which is the opposite of the ghost swordsman, and is characterized by great strength, so the table was almost not slapped in half by him.

"No, as far as I know, someone has taken on such a task." The player who answered the player was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and the president of the "Horror Wax Museum" was Pang Shui Yishan. I don't know if his enthusiasm has been severely frustrated, and his tone is calm and completely different from his appearance, just like reading a condolence at a funeral. "That's June Sunshine."

This is a secluded courtyard in the "City of Waiting" settlement, where the leaders of the major necromantic player guilds gather. Of course, this is not their private place, but the small courtyard of the necromantic NPC, but the necromantic creature doesn't mind others breaking into their home, so the guild leader has this place to speak with peace of mind. Of course, the layout of the venue was quite casual, that is, it was emptied, a table and a few chairs were placed, the president sat on the chair, and several guild backbones stood behind the president, and the meeting began.

"June sunshine? The legendary lucky one? "The rigid martial artist is happy.

The water and the mountains are also happy: "Lucky? Do you think he was lucky enough to own the City of Waiting? ”

"Whether it's luck or not, it has nothing to do with the topic of today's meeting, right?" The other leader, who also chose the featured class, the Indigo Shooter, interjected. In his inhuman state, he emits blue light all over his body, which is very eye-catching. "We're in a bind right now, and we need to solve this problem: how do we win against the creatures, huh?"

"That's why I bring up June Sunshine, and I think he has a way to deal with the creatures." Beside the water, by the mountain road.

Rigid Takeo shrugged: "It's good that you got your character ID, it completely says what kind of person you are." Wake up, so many of our guilds have lost together, what can he do? Play games on your own, don't always think about getting others in the light. ”

"Maybe I'm going to get it wet, but there's no denying that he's smarter than me." The water and the mountains are not alive. He thought for a moment, and then said, "I'll go to him later." ”

"Well, I don't want to be used as a knife. If I work with that kind of guy, I won't do it. The Zombie Warrior spread out his hands and smiled at the presidents. This made the other guild leaders hesitate - what June Sunshine did in a way that the old necromancer players knew.

Bang Shui Yishan got up and left the small courtyard with the backbone of the guild: "Then, come on, everyone." ”

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Orquila, Oorgillia, military camp outside the city.

"An envoy from the capital? Have you met with him? After listening to Gao Fei's report, Captain Stitch asked. His one-eyed eye is piercing and has the momentum of a bird of prey. "Did he say anything to you?"

Gao Fei shook his head: "The envoy just asked about the time when the sighting was first reported, the response to the attack on the village, and ah, the treatment of the epidemic." ”

Captain Stitch couldn't help but laugh: "You deserve it!" Hahahaha! It's so exciting! I've been looking at him for a long time! Fifty or sixty-year-old fellows, get off the stage for me! Going back to the countryside and basking in the sun is what you have to do, Carl! You cute aspect of the face, hahahaha! It's wonderful! ”

Hearing this, the guards guarding the front of the tent still did not squint, and seemed to be deaf. Goofy asked in that weird accent, "What's so funny about this, my lord?" ”

"It's funny, of course it's funny!" There was no smile on Stitch's face, it was full of anger. "Karta, for the sake of his political achievements, can kill the inhabitants of the sewers, can set fire to towns where there are still many living people, and can not report to the capital...... Isn't it funny that the political career of such a wicked person is over?! But the funniest thing is that it's all fucking because of factional ostracism, not because he's full of evil! I dare to pack a ticket! ”

After snorting, Stitch softened down and said with a smile: "Okay, don't mention that aspect, what's wrong with your wife?" ”

It's okay not to mention it, but when he mentions it, Goofy's face is full of happiness and sweetness (Stitch shuddered): "She is very healthy and eats a lot every day, saying that it makes the baby grow stronger than others!" ”

"That's good! There's been a lot going on lately, so you can't leave. Well, how about you come to the barracks for two days a week from today onwards, and the rest of the time is considered a vacation? ”

Gao Fei hurriedly shook his head: "My lord, isn't there no one for your subordinates to use?" ”

"It's okay, everything is going to be finished anyway, and it won't be busy." Captain Stitch took a breath and scolded Gao Fei with a smile: "And, ah, who am I? I'm Stitch! Don't think that if McQueen and Simba die, I won't be able to do anything! That's all there is to say, get me home, hehe! ”

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In the Osgilia Lord's Palace, the situation is just as Stitch had guessed: Karl's political career is finally coming to an end.

Lord Karl was sitting opposite the envoy from the capital. The envoy's bright red clothes were quite straight, and he was afraid that he would be able to block the sword; His sleeves had a very girly white lace that swayed in the air like flower petals as he raised and raised his hands. In general, he should be a person who pays a lot of attention to appearances.

Of course, the attention of the Lord of Karl was not on the envoy's face at all, but on the thin scroll in the envoy's hand; He looked so deep, so hard that his eyes almost burned a small hole in the scroll. He leaned forward, half-stretching his neck, a position that made the contours of his face more defined, like a wrapper. It wasn't hot today, but a fine bead of sweat came out of the back of his neck, wetting his clothes.

The envoy untied the scroll slowly, cleared his throat, and began to chant:

"Lord of Osgilia, Count Karl:"

"During your tenure in office, the area around Osgilia was plagued by necromantic creatures and then plagues, both of which caused great human and financial losses to our country. After investigation, not only did you do nothing, but you also did not report it and did not ask Your Majesty for help, which eventually led to the expansion of the disaster. ”

"You have not fulfilled your duties as an official to the king. Thou shalt be convicted of dereliction of duty by the Council of Nobles, and thou shalt be dismissed from thy post as lord of Osgilia; The title is downgraded by one level. Effective today. ”

Putting the scroll away, the envoy said tepidly: "Viscount Karl, please complete the handover of government affairs within three days, so that you can return to the capital with us to report on work." ”

Karl was dead. Although he reached such a situation, he also retained the demeanor of a nobleman, suppressed his voice, and reluctantly smiled: "I understand." At this moment, his face seemed to be a little rounder.

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Ocean of Bones, "City of Waiting", Alchemy Laboratory.

"Did you make it?" Qingyi and Frankie stood by the experimental table, looking forward to it.

"Shhhhhh Strom rebuked unceremoniously, he was domineering in the experiment, but it didn't matter if you were a Necromantic King or a Red Devil Hound. In his left hand, he held a test tube filled with embryonic body tissue fluid, and in his right hand he held a beaker filled with a cloudy liquid, and he was carefully pouring the tissue fluid into the beaker.

After hearing what the expert said, Qingyi didn't dare to make a sound, and obediently watched from the side. Because its owner was so interested in the experiment, Frankie crouched motionless, even though it had many hideous wounds. As for Xue Duo, who has always been noisy, he was so bored that he was touching Frankie's tail.

After a series of steps, all the liquid that appeared during the experiment finally converged in this small beaker. It was a deep black, and a burst of gray smoke was emitted from the liquid surface all the time, and the smoke would turn into a dead man's face from time to time, so it was not weird. Qingyi firmly believes in his heart: No matter how you look at it, this thing is not for drinking!

"Okay, just wait for the materials over there." Strunm let out a long breath and raised his hand to wipe his forehead, only to realize that he had long since stopped sweating, and couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly.

Before the words fell, four zombies ran in and went up to the third floor. Each of them carried a three-meter-long white bone pole as thick as a cup. The rod is connected by many bones, and there are many sharp bone spurs at the joints, and the whole looks like a deformation of some kind of long weapon, stained with blood, and the ferocity is overwhelming. This is provided by a handicraft workshop and made from fresh corpses. The source of the corpse is naturally the people of Olquilla who Frankie led the team to fight guerrillas overnight.

"Two thousand corpses, just four? Don't tell me it's natural wear and tear. Qingyi asked the zombies to put the white bone pole on the experimental table (sweeping the clutter and ping pong messed up, so scared that Strunm put away the experimental equipment like a calf), and looked left and right at the pole, and felt that it was not satisfactory.

There was a gurgle on the stairs, and another person came up, but it was by the water and the mountains. He sniffled: "June Sunshine, are you here?" It stinks, what did it come from? ”

"Made of two thousand parts of fresh corpse oil mixed with dead air." Qingyi pointed to the beaker on the table that continued to conjure up dead faces.

"Vomit ......" Shui Yishan frowned and patted his chest. Without further ado, what do we need to do to defeat the Creature Player? ”

Qingyi thought for a while and said, "Swimming." ”

"Huh?"

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(Today's small seal push ends, and the collection is very lucky to be on 1900)

(Thank you to everyone who supported me – my parents were watching me typing, and that was a subtle feeling.)

(Again, the card game Assassination of God is very fun)