Simple Game Live Room

Chapter 734
"How many people died."

After this burst of violent gasps, there was an unbearably frowning bad news from the side.

"37."

"37?!"

Perhaps ordinary people will frown when they hear this number. This kind of death toll is very rare in today's peaceful age. As long as it is still in a civilized modern world society, it will not allow such a large-scale casualty to occur. Well, if this number of casualties appears in Huaguo, then there is a high probability that many people will come down from the counties where this number of casualties appears.

However, the place where this sound appeared was the chessboard.In today's second half of the Ludo game in Sifang City, the death toll of 37 people is like a drop in the ocean and not worthy of people's attention at all.You must know that nearly 4 people have been deployed on the current chessboard. These 37 people are just the number of people who died in one chess grid at one time. Sometimes the audience outside even fails to notice that the screen they are watching suddenly goes dark. For many of the things they watched before, they would only notice that their vision went dark and then the next second the screen would be filled with other images again, without even noticing what happened in the meantime.

So 37 is actually not enough to make a person frown.

However, Pope, who heard the news at this moment, couldn't hide the ugly expression on his face and frowned tightly.

The 37 people are simply dismissive to people like Pope, but the 37 people he is talking about now are not ordinary people, they refer to the capable people in the green camp.

The death of 37 capable users was news that no camp could ignore.

"How could it be so serious!" Pope turned his head to look at a black man beside him, a black Carlos who replaced Moraka as his herald-like existence.

37 ability users.You must know that the number of capable users in the entire green camp is only about 200, which is very small compared to the total number of nearly ten thousand.

The angry tone made Carlos hang his head, not daring to look directly at Pope now, and said in a low voice, "I...I don't know either."

"Damn! You..."

"Okay." Marianne on the side bandaged the wound and came over to stop Pope, who seemed about to go crazy, and said softly: "He has been following us, how could we know what happened in other places. Your anger You shouldn't vent on your own people, there are many targets ahead of you that are enough for you to vent on."

After Mariana's persuasion, Pope also put away the unconcealable anger in his heart and waved his hand to Carlos.

After Carlos gave Mariana a grateful glance and left, Pope's tightly frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and at the same time, his previously gloomy face eased and calmed down.

Seeing Pope who quickly regained his composure like a face changing in a Sichuan opera, Mariana asked a little puzzled, "Is it really necessary to do this?"

In this chess grid full of corpses, Pope stood on a piece of cracked ground, and next to him were a few horrific corpses who could no longer see their original appearance but died in a terrible state, as if they had been crushed by a steamroller a few times. corpse.Although it was impossible to tell which faction they were from the appearance of the corpses, judging from the fact that these people did not have much obvious modern equipment on their hands or bodies, it was obvious that these people were people with the ability to use words.

In the eyes of capable people, modern weapons and equipment are easy to use, but at critical moments, they will affect the use of Zi's ability.For example, in the speed word, wearing a heavy equipment will obviously affect the speed efficiency provided by the speed word.Furthermore, compared with the bullets fired by firearms, the ability of words is obviously more elusive and more likely to cause damage to the enemy.

It is enough to carry one or two small pistols on your body. As for heavy machine guns, you should leave them for when you need them.

"Why not do this?" Pop reached out and took the cotton cloth handed over by Mariana. He wiped the blood on his face and shoulders, then wrote the word "heal" on a horrifying black wound on his shoulder and said lightly. Said: "Now I need to let everyone know that I have become anxious because of this situation and because of these dead people."

Turning his head and looking at the red light rising into the sky behind him, Pope said to Mariana: "You should have calculated the number of ability users we have encountered along the way."

"...there are more than a hundred people."

"That's right, a hundred people." Pope nodded and continued to ask, "Then how many of them did we bury?"

Mariana lowered her head and thought about it for a moment before replying, "Nearly 50 people."

"So how many more people did we lose?"

"... 20 people."

"With 20 people, the loss rate is nearly half compared to the other party. To a certain extent, it can indeed be considered very good."

Although Pope said so, Mariana could still tell from the regretful tone in his mouth that he was not satisfied with this number.

"However, these twenty or so people shouldn't die, at least they shouldn't die under our control."

"However, if they don't die, we might not be able to break through to the current situation so easily..."

"Did you forget someone?" Pope suddenly turned around and turned his gaze from the red pillar in the distance to the beautiful woman behind him, "We should be where we are now than where he was before. How many people do you think he came here together? How many people did he sacrifice during this journey?"

Mariana's face changed slightly and she began to argue, "The problem is that the environment when he walked on the chessboard is completely different from our current environment! Now the entire chessboard is full of people, and almost all camps have sent people out. The enemies we encountered along the way were far more than those he had encountered before.”

Pope didn't want to argue with Mariana and just said calmly: "Do you remember the perspective from which we could see him when he was standing in our area? Do you think this perspective is something that only we can see? ? At that time, we or the people in the yellow camp were still on the take-off pad or in the waiting space waiting for someone to arrive. Could it be that they would just let this huge danger go?"

Pope's words silenced Mariana.And Pop didn't say much, he smiled faintly and turned around.

"...No matter what he did, he is still dead, right?" Mariana, who had been silent for nearly a minute, suddenly said.

"That's right, he's dead. He died for thirty rounds." Pope said flatly, "But, for some reason, I always feel a little uneasy. I always feel that he is probably not dead."

"how is this possible?!"

"Maybe. It's just a feeling I have."

After finishing speaking, Pope stretched out his hand and pressed the voice next to his ear, and then said deeply: "Continue to block, absolutely don't let them in ahead of time."

At this moment, two responses came to Pop's ears.

"Haha! No problem!"

"understood."

After receiving these two answers, Pope turned around and took out the dice, his eyes twinkling in the slightly flickering red light, "I hope you have a good time playing down here."

(End of this chapter)