The Game of Demon Hunter

Brother Dianzi nestled in his tent, tinkering with something all the time, turning a deaf ear to the outside world, and the appearance of the angel stimulated Brother Dianzi's inspiration.

In that state, it was as if Van Gogh had just cut off his ears, and his thoughts had left his body and were flying in the sky.

Abhishek Singh saw the angel descending, and the angel raided the camp of the New Chinese people, and also saw the live broadcast of the angel raging the camp of the New Chinese people in the air.

He watched countless opportunities for internal cooperation and external cooperation slipping away, but he couldn't mobilize a single soldier. Those green skins didn't even bother to listen to the orders of him, a small human shrimp.

"My lord, are we just waiting?" The only remaining guard stood beside Abhishek, and the two humans were particularly conspicuous in the green leather camp.

"Do you have any other solutions?" Abhishek said with a cold face. He naturally knew that he was missing a good opportunity, but if he could save his life, it would have been a manifestation of Shiva. He really had no choice.

The sudden roar of engines in the inner city made Abhishek's dark complexion even darker, and he knew by intuition that the angel probably couldn't complete the achievement of refreshing the Huaxia people alone.

But the cheers erupted by those New China players still shocked Abhishek. Could it be that they killed the angel?

Are we really playing a game?

With the heavy rain falling from the sky, Abhishek also lost his guess about the situation in the inner city. He couldn't hear anything except the sound of wind and thunder. The place.

The land polluted by green skin exudes the disgusting stench of green skin, and with the impact of the rain, it chokes people to tears.

Even Abhishek, who had endured for several days, felt that he was about to pass out. He didn't know if his plan to revive the Ganges clan with the power of the green skins would have a chance to be realized.

Whenever he feels that he has figured out a little bit of that big green-skinned idea guy's thinking, the other party will show completely different characteristics, constantly being wise, out-of-witted, genius, and a dude with water in his head. Jump in vocabulary.

It's a pity that the comrades of the US emperor were killed by accident, otherwise it would be more reassuring to cooperate with humans. Abhishek looked at the distant city wall with some melancholy: "As long as they are not from New China, anyone is fine!"

"I have a hunch that we will become good friends." A guy wearing a black robe suddenly appeared outside the tent, and the green skins coming and going seemed to have not seen him: "Do you desire power? Or knowledge? Or money ?”

"Who are you?" Abhishek's heart suddenly tightened, and he used this kind of speaking routine before when he gave money to the resistance organization.

But the end of those organizations is always disappointing.

"No, I have nothing to desire. If I have, I will use my own strength to complete it." Abhishek replied calmly, while constantly looking around, looking for a chance to escape.

After all, this is a world dominated by swords and magic. He can't be sure of the identity of the person in front of him, and he doesn't want to conflict with him.

But the surrounding scene made Abhishek sweat profusely.

The green skin who just passed by the tent, passed by the tent again, yawned lazily just like before; a gritter was chasing some bug, and ran happily from a distance, less than five seconds Clock, it appears again running along the same track.

Everything around is as if someone has pressed the cycle button, constantly rereading and looping.

"What do you want from me?" Abhishek tried to buy time and save himself.

"What do you get?" The black-robed man seemed really lost in thought: "Faith? Soul? Body? I don't lack anything. I just feel that things here are a bit boring. It should be more interesting."

Abhishek was sweating coldly, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to show a trace of cowardice.

"Why don't I give you some strength to make trouble for that apprentice witcher?" The man in black looked at Abhishek with great interest: "What an interesting soul, full of despair, yet unwilling to let go of hope, feeling superior to others , but was overwhelmed by inferiority complex.”

Abhishek's face was pale, and he felt that the secrets hidden in his heart were being dug out bit by bit, and exposed to the air, which made him extremely painful.

"Why bother? Why bother? Human beings are just a drop in the ocean in the vast universe, and your world is the most inconspicuous of many human worlds. New China is just the more lively one in the fish tank. Will it rise..." The black-robed man lifted his hood, revealing his true colors.

It was the face that once belonged to the mage Victor, but the human part of this face was very small.

The weird mechanical device and Tzeentch's distorted aesthetic made Victor's head look like a ball of plasticine that was constantly struggling, and something inside was about to break free and surface.

With every struggle and ups and downs, a blurry face would appear instead of Victor's, and then disappear in an instant.

Abhishek was kicked out of the game by the overload protection function of the life support cabin just by looking at it, leaving only a soulless body still in the game.

He has Abhishek's appearance, attributes, and equipment, but it is no longer a player, and the system judges that Abhishek is dead.

"This ingenious and irritating little trick is full of flashes of wisdom." Victor put on his hood again, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone: "You can't escape every time, I will always find them true location."

With the disappearance of the man in black, the fragments of space that were separated out re-integrated into the torrent of time without causing any waves.

Abhishek's body just fell in the tent, his eyes widened.

In the greenskin camp, except for Abhishek's guards, no one cared about Abhishek's life or death at all.

Abhishek's last guard chose to use a musket to end his life. He had to enter the resurrection process in time to pass back the accident that happened to Abhishek.

Also, with the exception of Abhishek, no one can affect the role of the greenskin leader, who is already meaningless here.

For the greenskins, if it wasn't for the order of the pip brother, they would have wanted to kill the two human shrimps. Now it's all right, the team is pure again, and even the smell in the air is Waaagh much worse than before !

When Xu Yichen returned to the inner city of Wangxiang City despite the heavy rain, what he saw was peaceful, and the green skins didn't take the opportunity to launch an attack. This is undoubtedly good news.

The even better news is that a total of 27 New China players came to report.

PS: Thanks to the book friend @夏虫和冰,晓 for the reward, thanks to the book friend @知白晓黑 for the reward, and thanks to the book friend @迷牙人 for the reward