Players Please Respect Yourself

Longo Butters actually arrived early in the morning. He knew very well that every lord has the ability to inspect his own territory, so he was very shrewdly stuck a little outside the territory and released his falcon.

As a rare reconnaissance knight in Symmetra, Longo can synchronize his tamed falcon vision. With the general territory of the lords being only about ten kilometers long, all the activities on the ground can be seen at a glance.

He saw a large number of murlocs.

In this division dominated by aquatic and ice-type existences, this is not unusual, what is unusual is the combat effectiveness of those fish and shrimp.

In his perception, if any small creature wants to survive, it must win by quantity.

Cavemen in dungeons, kobolds in orcs, and goblins all over the desert are generally of the same type: lack of courage, low IQ, and inability to form a strict formation, basically except for the number Useless cannon fodder.

But what did he see?

A lone buffalo ran wildly, rushing into a pair of neatly lined up javelin murlocs. The murlocs yelled, but they didn't break up. They separated into two teams, left and right, and continued to throw their guns.

Although there were javelins thrown at the opposite teammate and they were cursing, but whether they were injured themselves, or the bulls ripped open their companions, or repeatedly sprinted and trampled several murlocs to death, their morale did not collapse. Instead, they shouted. Xiao Ming continued to attack, turning the demonized bull into a hedgehog.

It wasn't until the last lobsterman arrived, leaping two meters high, using a scimitar that was obviously in the style of a dark elf, to split the cow's neck with one knife, and deal with the mad cow.

The most frightening thing was that, facing their injured companions, they had no intention of rescuing them. Instead, they pulled out their daggers coldly, killed their companions in one move, and let the cat people behind come up to collect the corpses.

Seeing these pictures, Brother Long felt chills in his heart. There were nearly a thousand fish and shrimp people within the eagle's field of vision. These guys are actually all the same.

It looks weak, but it is actually terrifyingly ruthless!

Brother Long couldn't imagine how much casualties the paladin troops of Symmetra would have to pay when they encountered these guys...

It's a pity that Brother Messenger doesn't understand Chinese, otherwise he would know how funny the previous scene was.

[Xia Ke] A javelin was shot crookedly and missed the bull, but instead hit a salmon player on the opposite side.

[寈鸟宇鱼] who was shot stopped immediately: Grow your fish eyes wide! Can you shoot right!?

Hand shaking!

Grass! Then my hands are shaking too!

The two naive ghosts immediately aimed at each other.

Unexpectedly, the captain [Guo Dae, me] said: Stop making trouble! Kill the prey and you can pk as you like! If you don't fix the trouble before, each person will deduct 300 reputation!

Turn back solo!

good!

The two guys put aside their dispute for the time being.

The standard of the new batch of javelin players still needs to be improved. Their javelins could hit the target, but they were not strong enough to inflict fatal damage on the bull. On the contrary, a large number of javelins pierced very shallowly and only reached the surface of the muscle, which stimulated the bull to go crazy.

The 'hedgehog', which looks scary, is actually still a long way from dying.

In the end, an old player [Apex of Native God] rushed over, and the newly learned [Jump and Slash] beat the bull in seconds.

Boss 666!

[Apex of Native God] sighed: Oh, it must be fun to go to Ashe's expeditionary army, but the problem is that it's very annoying. But I'm a little busy recently, so I didn't go.

After finishing this, the seriously injured player told his companions: Don't worry about anything, just kill me.

Don't wait for Miss Palana to repair her body?

Damn it, she's the only nanny in the whole city. When will she be? Die early and be reborn early. I can get my experience back quickly.

The players in the same industry started without any mercy.

In a sense, Brother Long completely misunderstood the thoughts of the players. These guys are not cruel at all, they are just for convenience...

Entering the re-cleaned Urn City again, Brother Long found that many places had changed.

The air was filled with a faint smell of corruption, the blood on the ground had obviously been cleaned up, and faint traces could still be seen. It was still the slim and charming mermaid lady who led the way, but the one standing guard by the side of the road became a dark elf that Brother Long disliked very much.

He said it was black skin, but it was different from what he imagined.

Having the same appearance, but wearing completely different styles of armor and linen battle skirt, this style of painting made him very uncomfortable.

Is this still those proud, bloody, cruel dark elves in the underground world?

With all kinds of doubts, he met Jason Momoa again.

Different from last time.

Last time, Jason's left chest was a terrifying miniature monster's head. It was conceivable that once the mouth was opened, there must be a lot of sharp and sharp fangs inside.

This time Jason's left breastplate was replaced with a golden eye. Even though the eyes were closed, Brother Long was very surprised to feel... a divine breath! ?

What a joke!

No matter how you look at it, it is the existence of the Great Demon King, who actually uses the sacred objects of the light department?

Isn't he afraid of being backlashed to death?

Or is he really a lawful and neutral existence as said before?

In an instant, thousands of thoughts swirled in Brother Long's mind.

This did not prevent him from bowing and saluting: Longo Butters, on behalf of His Excellency the Guide of Light, greets His Excellency Lord Jason Momoa. At the same time, congratulations to Your Excellency for successfully defeating the Beholder and dominating the Western Desert.

After finishing speaking, Brother Long raised his hand, and naturally an attendant sent a congratulatory gift.

Those are twenty [lawful] cross swords used by human beings, they can't be called masterpieces. Wang Hao glanced at it, and it was [excellent] quality, so-so as a gift, which is better than nothing.

Your Excellency, Guide of Light, has a heart. Wang Hao waved lightly, and Ayi came up immediately, beckoning his attendants to accept these gifts.

Originally, the scene was passable. Wang Hao never thought of going to war with [Symme], and no matter what happens next, it should be a hypocritical show where the host and guest enjoy themselves.

Suddenly, Wang Hao's pants moved.

It was a very clanging knife sound: Buzz buzz! (Bastard, I'm going to chop you)!

Wang Hao under the helmet turned pale with shock!

Made! Sure enough, this broken knife made trouble. Didn't I just mutter in my heart, 'Uncle Shit, you only gave me a bunch of rubbish to prevent me from communicating with the Demon Queen'? [World Knife] Can you be so impulsive?

At this moment, Brother Long's face suddenly darkened.