It's a little late.

Tomorrow's exam will be handed in, and I have no confidence at all, so the gods and Buddhas will bless it.

Yang Hai and Kalkuluchia went to great lengths to keep a low profile, just to avoid complications. Batow's Hell is too difficult to deal with, and almost everything that happens here is out of Yang Hai's control, and although doing so doesn't guarantee that something really won't happen, it's always right to try.

This time, for example, his attempt failed.

Just because people don't go to trouble never means that trouble won't take the initiative to find people. There is a word called lying down and getting shot.

Now Yang Hai is lying down.

He stared blankly at the sulphur wine on his table, but in fact his ears were on his back, eavesdropping on the conversation between Grand Duke Brinbel and the Lord of the Eye Demon. The Eye Demon occupies a very important position among the demons of Bato's Hell, and a race like the Eye Demon with a fragile body and strong spell-casting ability, let alone Batow's Hell, is difficult to find a second one even in the whole plane.

As long as an eye demon is an adult, he can have the ability of at least level 90 elite mage, and this ability will also be modified according to the bloodline factor, which is so bad that he has no friends, and this is a group of masters who are proficient in psionic magic and psychic abilities, and is the main combat force of the Bato Hell Demon Army.

The communication between Brinbel and the Eye Demon is definitely worth listening to, his mystical knowledge and religious knowledge are already waiting to be fed.

But at this time, uninvited guests came uninvited.

Yang Hai felt as if he was shrouded in a huge shadow, and the next moment. He felt like he was being dragged by the neck.

"You're the patriarch of the Blazing Heel Clan?"

The one who grabbed Yang Hai's throat was a sturdy demon - a Ranker demon.

Rank's Demons are the only race in the Bartow Plane that resembles a human in appearance, and with the exception of their blue skin, massive fangs, unusual stature, and large bloody mouths, this race looks almost like a distant human relative.

But in terms of strength. This race and humans don't seem to be related to each other at all, the Ranks are born warriors, bloodthirsty and belligerent, and highly skilled, the Rankers have a natural talent for madness and regeneration, each of them is tenacious and hard, and good at teamwork. In the demon territory and food chain of Bato Hell, it is a very high race.

At least not something that a little ghost can match.

Therefore, Yang Hai was beaten for nothing, and he didn't say a word. At this time, there is no point in crying, it is impossible to resist, and you must have the consciousness of being bullied by NPCs when you go to the high-level monster area to do tasks.

This Rankmo asked such a question, which means that this guy did not investigate the situation before looking for trouble. The imp tribe is at the bottom of the food chain. But after all, it's a group. Anyone who pays a little attention to the Blazing Heel tribe will know who the patriarch is.

Yang Hai didn't want to answer him, and there was no way to answer, Rankmo's hand was so clenched that he could barely breathe, let alone speak.

Anyway, this guy can't kill himself in person, so it doesn't matter.

Rankmo pinched Yang Hai's neck and pulled him to his eyes, his purple eyes flashing with a fierce light. said: "If this seat were you, this seat would not compete with the imps of the Sulfur Fire tribe for the power to enter the command of Grand Duke Brinbe. Do you understand? ”

As he spoke, Rankmo's clenched hand loosened.

"Understood." Yang Hai chose to admit it.

That's a good question, if Rankmo's question is "Do you give up the fight?" Yang Hai, who can't lie, can really only answer "don't give up", but now the question of "do you understand" has to be answered a lot more - although this little ghost understands, but he still has to fight for a while, what can you do with this little ghost?

A trace of confusion flashed in Rank's eyes, he didn't understand what the situation was, according to reason, the patriarch of his dignified Broken Hand tribe personally went out to deal with a person of an inferior race, he should have scared the other party a long time ago, but this little ghost ...... His reaction was too calm, right?

There's no way, the confession on the surface is already the biggest limit that Yang Hai can do, let him play the appearance of being scared, he really can't act - this is called idol baggage, okay!

The movement here has attracted a lot of attention, and the face of Grand Duke Brinbe is rapidly gloomy, making trouble at his birthday party is very obvious to be faceless, as the great patriarch of the Ranke Demon clan, Diga's current actions obviously show one thing: he doesn't really take Brindon to heart.

It is true that Tiga's strength is not as strong as that of Brynbe, but the most powerful strength of the Ranks is not their ability to fight alone, but the tacit cooperation between this group of Predators - this is a race born for war.

In Brinbe's plan, Diga is a force that he must win, but now it seems that the Patriarch Diga himself has no intention of surrendering.

Yang Hai was let go, and no one cared about his feelings - he was just a weak little ghost. Yang Hai touched his neck, which was so tired that it was covered with blood, but he had other thoughts in his heart.

Sure enough, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and this time the birthday banquet of Grand Duke Brinbe, I am afraid it will not be so enjoyable. According to the results of his eavesdropping just now, in fact, there are many groups like the patriarch of Tiga, who are dissatisfied with Brinbe's approach, but no one is as conspicuous as Diga.

Will the variables that may arise at the banquet be an opportunity for you? ――

The people on the bridge are looking at the scenery, you are looking at the people on the bridge, they become your scenery...... That's the meaning of the poem, right? Okay, this thing is a bit literary, it's not our style, in fact, it's translated as a praying mantis catching cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind.

Yang Hai was watching these demons with cold eyes, and some people were watching him with cold eyes.

NPCs only feel strange but don't take it too seriously, and players are different. Yang Hai's abnormal expression instantly attracted the attention of the two people.

ARTEMIS STARED VICIOUSLY AT THE IMP ON THE STAGE, YES...... Absolutely...... This guy is definitely not a ghost. The real imp was already scared when he faced Rank's Demon, and, the point is. AFTER YANG HAI WAS NOTICED, ARTEMIS SUDDENLY WOKE UP FROM HER VAGUE MEMORIES THAT DAY, AND SHE RECALLED THE LITTLE IMP TIPTOEING BEHIND THE FIELD OF VISION, THROWING FROST BOMBS AT THEM.

The conclusion is coming!

It is obviously impossible for the little ghost to have such a strange and abnormal appearance. This player turned out to be a ghost in some way.

No way! In this way, the explanations of all my questions are all tight, and I am seated!

ARTEMIS LOOKED AT YANG HAI WITH FIERY EYES, THINKING NEWLY. The old lady has no grievances with you, but you have come to ruin my mission, since this is the case. Surely you don't mind if I sabotage your mission, do you? There is an old saying in China, how do you say the earth? If you are the first year of junior high school, don't blame me for being the fifteenth.

Another cold gaze full of surprise was also hidden in the crowd, looking at Yang Hai.

This is a black-robed man who followed the Tana demon tribe to the banquet scene, and in the Bato plane, there is no shortage of humanoid creatures who like to wrap themselves tightly around their bodies. So this man's dress is not out of place at all. Blending in with the crowd is like grains of sand blending into the sand, completely unnoticeable.

But actually, it's also a player.

Ban Rosse is not in a very good mood right now.

It should be said that the mood is very bad.

At the beginning, it took him a lot of determination to come to the Bato plane to play a single-player game.

Of course, it can't be considered a pure single-player game, after all, in addition to him, there are still a few players who have come to Bato's hell by chance.

In the Bato plane, this place is a mixed machine. Basically, it means complete isolation from the world in the early stages of the game, all the fame and glory. The excitement and enjoyment of PVP, the-for-tat confrontation in the wild, these things are impossible to enjoy, and some are just boring daily tasks, and they have worked hard to brush up on prestige and find hidden tasks.

But Ban Rosse decided to do it anyway.

For his part, he did not feel that he was sacrificing anything, nor did he feel that he was trying very hard to accumulate his strength: Banrosser resented the word effort, as Wilde put it: "Effort is but a refuge for the mediocre." Because they have nothing but effort. ”

I have to say that this sentence sounds a little harsh, but there is some truth to it. For true geniuses, they don't need to put in any effort, and they are still better than mediocre people who work hard; If this is not convincing, then put it another way: the sons of the richest man in the world, they don't need to put in any effort, they are still richer than mediocre people who work hard.

It's all the same......

Only a true genius will understand the hidden meaning of this sentence, because it seems inconceivable for a mediocre person to be able to become strong without any effort, and the logic of this sentence does not hold true, but there is no doubt that Ban Rossel is such a true genius.

So when he was faced with a choice, he decided to go to hell.

For Ben Rosse, he is well aware that he is a genius and is well aware of his talent, and he is confident that he can take any NPC mission in the PVE realm, and there is only one factor that can prevent him from winning: the threat from other geniuses.

The players who were able to come to Bato's Hell at this time to do a mission, and the players who infiltrated the infield of Grand Duke Brynbe's dinner, were mostly geniuses - and even if they weren't, Ban Rosse didn't want to take that risk.

He had been planning for today for a long time, and he only needed to wait until the banquet was over, and the hidden professional demon mage he had been longing for for a long time would be in his hands.

This is the only hidden class, and there is no need to say much about being powerful and perverted. Only by winning this hidden mission can he say that he has received a good reward for squatting in Bato's Hell, otherwise he will feel a little lost no matter how he thinks about it, although he has already received a lot of adventures and benefits from various demons.

Ban Luosai glanced at Yang Hai twice, this guy's acting level is really average, it seems that he usually doesn't act much, and it may not be enough to fool NPCs, but any player with a brighter move can see the identity of his player. For Ban Rosse, this is really not good news.

Because the person who can sneak into the dinner party of the Grand Duke of Brynbe is certainly not simple; If this person's acting skills are blunt, then it can only prove one thing: this guy didn't rely on his acting skills and charm attributes to win this task, this guy's PVE ability may be terrifyingly high, and he overcame all obstacles along the way.

Ben Rosse was thoughtful, why don't you try this guy's quality for yourself in a while?

The feast had officially begun, and the previous unpleasantness had been selectively ignored, and the demons rose in turn to make a toast to Grand Duke Brinbe.

Ban Rossel thought about it, smiled slightly, and whispered something to the demon leader next to him, the demon leader nodded, and said, "Then you will offer the toast." (To be continued......)