The Game of Demon Hunter

"Someone robbed us of our territory!?" The female warrior was like a cat whose tail was trampled on. She stood up from the ground, and her quite oppressive height caused everyone around her to retreat: "Yes. Who! Dare to do this?"

Li Yanlong also eagerly asked: "It shouldn't be the disgusting thing from Chaos that can occupy the territory? Let me slow down my taste!"

The ranger nodded in sympathy. As a remote output professional, in the previous missions, he became an investigator underground before loading much money. This experience deeply hurt the ranger's self-esteem.

"Our enemy is Greenskin!" The demon hunter announced to everyone: "A greenskin tribe has occupied our castle, and a greenskin tribe with more than five hundred people."

Xu Yichen saw that she was not injured, she was the underage witch, and said to Altya: "Thank you very much for your willingness to stand here with us, but this is our own battle, and we will solve it in our own way."

Altea shook her head and replied formally: "This time, the witches are also willing to stand by your side and fight for you, Demon Hunter. I just received news that the Federation hopes to become a collaborator with you. At the same time, set up a safe house in your battle group resident. Once a witch is threatened nearby, I hope you can become our protector. Of course, the Federation will make additional investments in your territory."

Hearing that there is additional investment, before the demon hunter can answer, the female warrior swept over the witch’s slender shoulders and stood beside the female warrior. The witch looked like bean sprouts standing next to an eggplant: "I’m telling you, your future Things are mine! Whoever dares to trouble you is our trouble!"

Hearing the letter from the Federation, the devil's eyes on the ground lit up, but seeing that Artya, codenamed "Fire Crow", didn't say anything about her, the devil temporarily suppressed her excitement and waited for the following. She believed that the Witch Union would not let her be imprisoned here.

Altea could not bear the familiarity of the female warrior, but the witch who had been in contact with this female barbaric knew the other side's temperament, and did not push Vittoria away, but said helplessly to the demon hunter: "You should know that our allied relationship with Cersei Lannister broke down. I am afraid that in the days to come, there will be some conflicts between the Witch Union and the pirates. So the Union hopes that you can stand by our side."

The demon hunter looked at Altea somewhat unexpectedly. He always thought that the Witch Union was just a loose organization formed by the witches gathering together to protect themselves. However, the financial and material resources that this organization has repeatedly shown have exceeded Xu Yichen's initial estimate of it. This time he was treated with treachery against the pirates and the hard-line attitude of the Witch Federation made him somewhat admired.

"I guess it's not just because the pirates didn't appear on time to capture the black ship, but there are other reasons?" The demon hunter looked at Altea and asked.

"The Witch Federation has authorized me to be your full contact. Most of the information in the Federation can be opened to you." Altea showed a document with a complicated seal to the demon hunter. The tone formally made Xu Yichen feel that he was receiving diplomats from neighboring countries.

"Cersei Lannister was the agent we chose before, and now she betrayed us." Altea began to explain the cause and effect: "In order to ensure the survival and interests of the witch, we often support some newly emerging forces. Lannis The Te family was an investment decades ago, starting with Mama's grandfather."

The demon hunter nodded. He understood the embarrassing situation of the witches. In reality, Umbrella Company often uses this mode of supporting puppet forces. As a result, until the departure of the colonial fleet, this evil group wanted by the world had not been completely wiped out, and the centipede was dead but not stiff, and that was it.

"This generation of Lannister Patriarch, Cersei Lannister, is a witch." Altea broke a big news: "The Federation thought this would strengthen our relationship, but..."

The demon hunter now understands why Altea was so sure that Mama, who was born as a pirate, would not betray him, because he was also a witch! But she didn't know enough about Mama, and when she betrayed her allies, the other party seemed very simple. But Xu Yichen couldn't understand why Mama would betray the Witch Union? She wanted the excessive request of Black Ship, but the witch finally agreed. What good would it do for her?

The demon hunter looked at Altea with a puzzled look, waiting for the other party to follow.

"The Federation just notified me." Altea looked at the people around him, lowered his voice and said, "In the island occupied by Cersei Lannister, a high-purity mithril vein was discovered on an island."

Hearing the name, Xu Yichen knew that Mithril was very valuable. The material of Mithril appeared in several pieces of equipment he had acquired, but as a player, he didn't understand the value of this thing. But the reaction of the people around him is enough to make him reposition the value of this thing.

The demon girl who was lying on the side ignored her injury and sat up directly from the ground. The silent nun who had been watching her beside her couldn't help taking a breath. This was the first time the demon hunter had put on the other side's face. Seeing such a complicated expression.

"This thing is very valuable? Is that why she betrayed you?" the demon hunter asked.

"Very valuable? A mythril vein? This thing is simply invaluable, or that this is the real source of disaster!" The demon hunter's words made the demon girl laugh, and the wounded did not hide his attention to the group. Rookie's contempt, she said in a dreamlike tone: "Mithril! All people in the world will break their heads for it. Its ductility is as good as bronze, but it can be polished like glass. It can be made. Cheng Jian beats steel, but it is as light as a goose feather weapon. Its beautiful luster is like freshly polished silver, but it will not decline with time."

Altea nodded and said: "The Federation will not allow this rare mineral to be monopolized by Lannister. But when we started the operation yesterday, Mama had already formally expressed its position to the Witch Federation and refused to develop together. She wanted to take it alone. When I received the news, it was too late, and she played us all."

"A little pirate has such a big appetite?" Celestine, who has undergone elite education, couldn't help but interject: "She can't hold onto this industry, as long as the Mithril produced here appears on the market. There will be countless forces watching here!"

"Don't forget that the little pirate in your mouth has taken a black ship." Altea seized the opportunity to raise the scars of the other party: "The hidden power of Mama is greater than you think, the Lannisters With our support over the past few years, we have had considerable strength in the overseas islands!"

"Raise a tiger!" The Silent Sister used a Sayris idiom to describe the witches' misconduct.

Mithril vein? The demon hunter looked at several players around him, everyone's eyes flashed with the same color, greedy! But far away from the mainland, the pirates who cross the ocean, with the player's current strength, probably have no chance to get involved. But it’s not bad to make trouble at critical moments. Is it a good thing? It can’t be used by me, so don’t use it.

Having made up his mind to find the trouble with Mama in the future, the demon hunter brought the topic back to the question of the territory. After all, the five-hundred green-skin tribe still occupies the land of the castle, which is a difficult bone.

And what are the green skins, who are regarded as a piece of hard bones, at this time?

In front of the castle on the edge of the Black Forest, stands a rusty wooden statue. On the top of the nearly three-story statue is a crude barrel-shaped head that can make a kid laugh. If it weren't for that face...a cruel face, a harsh face, and a green-skinned face. A face of confidence and green skin power.

The kind that can stare you down, if you don't back up, it will be a good punch. If you do, you may also have a face. It towered high on the edge of the demon hunter's territory, staring directly at the castle. It is surrounded by a simple fence between the garbage pit and the tent that the greenskins set up at will. Behind it are trees and stinking mud from the forest. This is not an optimistic place for a worshipped god, but the believers obviously don't care, and the gods themselves don't care what good ideas these green-skinned people can have.

After all, this idol is the main **** worshipped by the green skins. That's what the Greenskins call it, although the gods of this world have been determined that there is no such great **** in the known space. But whenever you see thousands of green skins pouring out of the site you cleaned up last year, you will still be just like the green skins, with a sigh of emotion, making you brother up.

The idol looked down on the shack of the tribe's great skill tyrant, as if looking at a war in the distance-it would guide your way, if you could see that far. The huge and fat body is the eternal pursuit of all green skins, and the idol inspires any green skinned soul looking up to it.

And it has been inspiring here for a long time, for the upcoming aaagh. As the master of the Green Face Tribe, Dianzi has already seen some enlistment from the idol. It intends to take the lazy species of its own to smash the weapons needed by the tribe while the sky is still dark.

Using the hammer in his hand to smash the axe on the iron felt ping-pong, sparks splashed everywhere, and Dianzi felt very upset in his heart. Every day is the same axe and hammer, making Dianzi feel insulted for his duties as a master of skill, just like a cheapest **** dancing in front of him.

Brother Dianzi rested his barrel-shaped chin on his fist and fell into deep thought. He wondered if he could make a weapon that could chop the small shrimp into pieces like an axe and make a huge booming sound.

Zog Mancini, a player from the EU area, is observing the green-skinned camp on a hill not far away. As a mercenary who was once employed by an umbrella company, he has too many painful memories on earth. When he was young and ignorant, he served in a special operations team in EU. In an operation, he slipped and killed a civilian. As a result, he was accidentally uploaded to the Internet by an unknown photographer.

Although there is a full-cover helmet covering his appearance, the EU government has been questioned by all parties in terms of human rights. This time, Mancini, who was on the cusp of the storm, was naturally withdrawn from the army. The unemployed Mancini relied on his excellent skills and resume to work in a small PMC company, and he was more chic than before.

Until that time, it was a fairly ordinary noon, and Mancini and his team were responsible for guarding an airport in a war-torn area. A fairly small airport in the center of the desert can only take off and land some medium-sized drones. Although drones come and go frequently every day, as a PMC security officer, Mancini never asks anything unusual. The less he knows, the safer he is.

This simple truth saved his life. At that time, he was having lunch in the canteen of the base. The same synthetic food and the high temperature outside made everyone who came to eat appear listless, and then something exciting happened.

With the crisp sound of glass breaking, several dark objects were shot into the canteen from outside the window~www.novelmtl.com~ The hard training in the army caused Mancini to close his eyes for the first time and cover it. Both ears have grown up with a mouth. Immediately afterwards, the shock bomb exploded in the canteen. The invisible shock wave made Mancini's brain seem to be smashed into a ball, but his behavior saved his eardrums and semicircular canals, allowing him to climb in the first time. Go under the table.

Then there was a foul smell, which was almost the smell of hell. Most people in the cafeteria were vomiting, which made Mancini feel quite sick. During the special operations team, he underwent several operations, and some small inconspicuous artificial organs made him survive the attacks of bio-wave shock bombs and skunk bombs.

Zog Mancini is a person who has actually been on the battlefield. He knows that the set he has experienced is a common method used by standard regular combat troops. The local armed forces are still at the level of black cannon. So he endured the nausea and pressed one of his men back into the pile of vomit, preventing the opponent from drawing his gun.

However, he immediately discovered that the really disgusting thing had just begun. With a disturbing tearing sound, many of the airport employees who had eaten pig food with him in the cafeteria turned into muscle monsters or other curious things. Umbrella! This was the first word that flashed through Mancini's mind, and he immediately understood why the commission was so high this time.

Then, they broke into the wall directly, and the soldiers armed with fully enclosed exoskeleton began to stir the blood plasma in the canteen with heavy weapons in their hands. That was the first time Mancini saw Xu Yichen.

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