Chapter 269
What is human nature? What is morality? What is etiquette? What is shame? In this moment everything is abandoned, everything is abandoned and left behind.
After a while, in just a few seconds, the first squishy player announced his death, turned into white light and disappeared, leaving behind a light of black iron color, until the moment before he died, he was still struggling, he was still alive Trying to escape, but everything is futile and vain, and it is impossible to run away.
On both sides are unclimbable canyons of despair. In front is a sad city wall tens of meters high. Behind is a crowded and chaotic crowd. There are countless stampedes and tragic sounds happening all the time. Everyone wants to run backwards, but there is no one. a success.
The archers at the back can be regarded as the closest to the liquid, the farthest from the fire, and they are also the faster troops. Logically speaking, they should be able to escape, but who would have thought that Long Sword Henge had already expected this situation and sent a team The troops set fire to the rear.
They were attacking back and forth, the fire was raging, they were running, and the transparent liquid was also flowing, and the flow of the liquid was obviously much faster than that of a human running. After one minute, there was no one alive or a single living thing left on the field. For life, there were only piles of cold weapons and five small crossbow bolts left, and piles of lifeless cold flames that continued to burn.
Note: The durability of the small crossbow bolts decreases in the flames all the time. Experts such as Changjian Henge took risks to fish them out to avoid destruction, but even so, it was a bit late, and the durability dropped by two-thirds.
The archers in the rear were even more sad, not only broke out the silver equipment they had just obtained, but also put in a few pieces of equipment. I have to say that it was very sad and painful, life, everything is life.
Thousands of white lights died and returned to Xinshou Village, how spectacular was that scene? How sad is it?
After being revived, the presidents of the three major guilds couldn't help cursing Long Jian Hen Ge jointly on the world channel in the game: "The most poisonous women's hearts, killing thousands of players, the game guilds are not human, and I listed dozens of them in detail. The mistakes and shortcomings of the Tiaoyoulong Guild."
Such words were uttered dozens of times in a row, but they didn't get a single echo, like a stone sinking into the sea.
There was no one in the game at night, so who do you expect to give you a reaction? Are you stupid?
The presidents of the three major guilds were also confused for a moment, and then they reacted and stopped sending messages. After all, sending a message is also a lot of Huaxia coins, so I will save it for tomorrow.
Thousands of figures resurrected to Xinshou Village in no particular order, hundreds of figures went offline without saying a word, and the vicious eyes before leaving made everyone's hearts twist.
Some put down their words: "This kind of guild, it's meaningless to stay, I'll buy a name change card tomorrow and change this shitty name, a bunch of SBs." After finishing speaking, they went offline immediately, leaving everyone with a sad back .
Looking at the backs of these sad and helpless people, seeing the sadness in the eyes of the brothers who have been together day and night, a question popped up in everyone's mind: "Is it worth it?"
No one spoke, and no one answered. This battle was too aggrieved, too childish, and too terrifying. At the same time, a shadow cast over their hearts, and a nightmare attacked their minds, which could not be shaken for a long time. and go.
"President, what should we do now? What about those who have left?" The staunch supporters of the three major guilds asked loudly at this moment, attracting everyone's attention, expecting the president to give an answer, to give A reason to stabilize the morale of the army and at the same time give the three of them a step up.
As long as they say a few words of inspiration and encouragement at this moment, the hearts of the guild will not be scattered.
His idea was good, but the three presidents didn't seem to respond, but said coldly: "Everyone who left is recorded in the register, and if you see them in the future, you will be an enemy. If you don't stay, what should you do now? Go to sleep." Well, let's talk about it tomorrow."
As soon as this sentence came out, the hearts of many remaining players were immediately chilled. Those originally staunch supporters were inevitably shaken in their hearts. What kind of thing did they follow? So unfeeling? So shameless? At this moment, they really didn't want to stay for a minute, and they all chose to go offline to rest.
In an instant, there were only three high-ranking and powerful presidents left in Novice Village who looked at each other in blank dismay.
Thousands of people only caused nearly 30,000 damage to the city wall and all died. They were ashamed and uncomfortable, and their old faces were flushed for a while, and they didn't know what to do.
He aggressively went to conquer Youlong, and spent so much manpower and material resources to build tunnels, so that the magic soldiers can come down from the sky. Who would have thought that the result would be like this? They also want to continue to organize players to attack, to recover a trace of the scene.
But it is impossible in reality. Let alone the fact that the players of the three major guilds have lost their momentum and spirit to the extreme, even in that fire they could not find a way to crack it. Will the Dragon Guild have more followers?
It's enough to do something like this once
"Old Zhang, what do you think of this matter? Are we going to endure this evil result like this? Shattered teeth and swallowed it in the stomach? I am not reconciled. Now I feel the burning pain in my body, and I must not let it go lightly. Take the long sword and hate the song." The three chiefs sat cross-legged and plotted.
"What else can I do if I can't bear it? If we launch another attack, our guild will probably be disbanded. Didn't you look at the eyes of those people in the underground? You didn't get the promised benefits at all, but you lost so much. Anyone would be upset if they changed it. Unless we can promise to cover their losses, our funds"
"Hey, why is our life so hard? I wanted to find a chance to get rid of Shoal's control and establish myself as a king. Who would have thought. By the way, old Qian, what do you think? Express your opinion, next what should we do?"
Lao Qian is the president of the One Finger Zen Association, the dog-headed military adviser among the three of them, and the wise man among the three of them. Usually, all kinds of tricks, vicious methods, and ideas come from his mouth, but today He fell silent for a rare moment, without saying a word, lowering his head and pursing his lips, wondering what?
That look is very much like the old Wang next door who is about to do something bad.
Hearing the greetings from the brothers who had been with him for a long time, he couldn't help but raised his head and said with a gleam in his eyes: "We can't forget about this matter, but it's not about the long sword and hate song, but about the scene of 'shoals being caught by shrimps. ’, although we actively invited this battle, he will also bear part of the responsibility for the failure, at least he must compensate us for the loss.”
"Old Qian, is this possible? If he disagrees, isn't it?" The two people beside him questioned and stammered a little. They basically didn't believe this statement, how could it be possible? The 'Shoal Shrimp Play' is not blind.