Chapter 291
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Inside the Red Cross.
Guy, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes. He propped up his arms, leaned against the head of the bed, lowered his head and shook his intact hands in surprise.
His injuries miraculously healed overnight.
Guy looked up, and after seeing the white willow standing beside his bed, he was even more surprised: "Why are you here?"
"Maybe you should say thank you first?" Bai Liu smiled and pointed to Guy's healed wounds, "I stole Alex's potion to treat you. Although it is only for external use, it seems to be effective wrong."
Guy looked at the craters left on his hands without even a scar, and his eyes showed pride and nostalgia: "Yes, he is a very good and good boy."
"Alex doesn't want you to be cured at all, but I believe you make your own decision." Bai Liu sat on the bedside and looked up at Guy, "I still remember the night before I got married and Did you say anything?"
Guy hummed lightly, he fell into some kind of deep thought, and whispered: "You said, because God wants us to be happy, so he created the war."
"Because if we live a happy life, we don't really need the existence of God."
Guy raised his head, and he looked directly at Bai Liu with firm eyes: "It's your words that made me make up my mind to rebel."
"I want to enter the natives and destroy their belief in God."
Bai Liu raised the corners of his lips slightly, and lowered his eyes: "Really?"
— as he thought.
There is still a big battle ahead, and Alex's three-party camp has finally taken shape.
When Guy was about to wake up, Alex left alone. He asked Bai Liu to tell Guy that he had been there, but he just stayed outside Guy's tent, sitting in a wheelchair and looking around in a daze People coming and going.
Stretchers of wounded soldiers from this side and the enemy’s were anxiously moving back and forth. Blood dripped on the ground and pulled out red lines, criss-crossing and programming around him to form an invisible net. The center of the net was him and behind him. Guy.
Bai Liu opened the tent and came out. He squinted at Alex in the wheelchair: "Is it? It feels like everything has stopped all of this?"
Alex was silent for a long time before humming hoarsely: "Some natives said before that all of this is God's will. I laughed with Guy for a long time, but now that I think about it..."
"...All these created by God, maybe only God can stop it."
Bai Liu lowered her eyes: "Maybe."
Alex paused for a while, then said abruptly: "I thought about using the medicine I tested on these people to prolong their lives, and I hope they can survive."
"But I found that no matter how much they prolong it, they will still die, but they can move after death, turning into a moving, aggressive corpse."
Alex's eyelashes trembled slightly: "The corpse has no memory, no emotion, no soul, but it can move, hug, and kill. I feel scared, I feel like I made a A terrible monster of war, I dare not tell anyone."
"Except Guy."
Alex chuckled dazedly, tears rolling down his eyelashes:
"He said that he thinks such things are terrible, and if one day he becomes such a monster, he will feel sad, because he can still hug me tightly after death .”
"War turns this moving corpse into a weapon, but people in love use this weapon to embrace each other."
Alex turned his head to look at Bai Liu, his expression was blank, as if he was asking Bai Liu, as if he was asking himself: "—Should I use this potion?"
Bai Liu grabbed the back of his wheelchair and looked down at him calmly: "Have you already got the answer?"
Alex clenched the medicine bottle in his hand, lowered his head, and said to himself: "If... I will use it."
"There are fewer people in love in this world, and medicine can only become a weapon to break them up."
Bai Liu glanced sideways at the tent, and said softly: "Sometimes it may not be external things that separate people who love each other, but some of them have already chosen the same path as you."
"And you stopped him."
Alex smiled bitterly: "Yes, Bai Liu, why do you insist on telling me the reason why Guy and I separated?"
"You are really...reasonable and cruel. You want to watch your lover go down the road of self-destruction, Bai Liu, you don't understand what kind of pain it is."
Bai Liu lowered her eyes and said, "Maybe."
He said, pushing Alex's wheelchair out.
The recovering Guy sneaked out from behind the tent without a sound. He looked back at the front of the tent from a distance, and found that the front was empty, and there was nothing there, except for two wheelchairs left on the ground. rut.
It seemed that the voice of Alex that he heard vaguely was an illusion produced by him because he had missed him too much.
Guy paused for a while, then turned his head and left.
The morning light is faint.
The surface of the lake in the center was covered with shuttle-shaped wooden boats, and there were fifty or ten indigenous soldiers standing on each small boat. The soldiers of the assault team under the dark and dark green water approached silently with guns.
At 6:25 in the morning, all the lurking soldiers adjusted their watches before going into the water. At the same time, the bombing of the Great War first broke out from under the water.
After a group of people turned their backs, the assault team quickly retreated and began to ambush other soldiers in an orderly manner along the river channel leading to the water, preventing the group of indigenous soldiers in the central lake from attacking along the river channel.
It was a perfect raid until a heavy rain came.
The artillerymen behind were reloading in the rainforest under the heavy rain. The first batch of tens of thousands of bombs that could have caused huge turmoil were almost all due to the influence of the heavy rain. Before hitting the target, the raindrops entered In the mud pit, it did not produce the expected effect.
As the water level rose rapidly, the influence of the lakes and rivers previously blocked by gunpowder became smaller in an instant. Countless natives rushed out in boats. As the torrential rain became more intense, the battle became stalemate.
Tang Er looked like he was fished out of the muddy water, half of his face was covered with mud, he touched his face, shook his hands and hung a gun that was half a catty in mud, he used By the way, I was about to lose it and change to a skill weapon.
The spade on the side came in with a gun/rod, suppressing Tang Erda's attempt to throw the gun.
Tang Er turned his head and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Spade's clothes were also completely soaked in mud, and his face was stained with mud, which made his bare skin look shockingly white: "You and Bai Liu are in the same group, aren't you?"
Tang Erda nodded hesitantly.
Spade's eyes glowed faintly in the torrential rain: "We need to use skill weapons, hold guns, and let's go back to the lake."
"I found the point where the corpses were stockpiled."
the other end.
The man in the killer sequence sits on a rickety, parked boat on the lake.
Amidst the noise caused by the heavy rain and lightning, Nishen almost wanted to split his voice: "Would you like to find a place to store corpses?"
Bai Jiamu wiped off the rainwater dripping from his chin, and shook his head: "We have searched all over the land, and no obvious reserve point has been triggered."
Usually this kind of scoring task is divided into two sections, one is to find the correct scoring object, such as a moving corpse, and the other is to find the scoring location, and put the corpse in the designated place The points are officially included in the player's points.
"The body parts are not the problem. They are the ordinary corpses we thought." Nishen wore a steel helmet and sat cross-legged on the boat like a contractor, swinging back and forth, with rain on his head. It was flowing down one after another, as if there was a small waterfall hanging in front of our eyes, "We didn't find the correct point object, and there was no way to use the point object to trigger the point point."
Nishen touched his face and took a deep breath: "Spades' intuition is still accurate, and the body parts of the scoring object should be produced in the enemy's side."
"We are in the same camp as Spades, so we can only find another way, and wait for the main line NPC to defect and give us points to produce corpses."
Bai Jiamu shouted loudly: "Ni Shen, when do you think the main line npc will rebel?"
Ni Shen's eyes were deep: "Come on, we already have a mainline npc here. According to Bai Liu's plan and the relationship between these two mainline npcs, it should be after this great war."
After speaking, Ni Shen stood up, and the water from the steel helmet slid down the brim of the hat to wash his face.
Against God: "..."
Why is this helmet still rotten? It leaks.
Bai Jiamu couldn't hold back Nishen: "I understand why we have to cooperate with Bai Liu. According to your arrangement, the main line npc will also defect, so there is no need to cooperate with him."
Nishen took off his hat, he turned and glanced at Bai Jiamu.
The first glance was gentle, but Bai Jiamu didn't know what was going on, and there was a feeling of offending the majesty of his predecessors.
Bai Jiamu quickly let go of Nishen's hand, his expression was a little tense like a child who realized that he had made a mistake: "...you are a tactician, I should... ask?"
Nishen shook his hat and put on the rotten steel helmet. He looked at Bai Jiamu, smiled, and was not angry: "After I came in, I activated a prophecy skill."
This time, only Bai Jiamu, the other two members of the Killer Sequence were also startled, and looked over one after another.
Although Nishen was rated as the best tactician in the league, it was not because of his prophecy skills, but because of his intelligence.
The intelligence value of Ni Shen is 96 points.
In almost every game, this person can win with the least casualties on his side. Ever since the deer hunter became Nishen, the members of the team have never changed before he left Nishen. A batch of those who came against the gods.
After participating in so many league games, under the premise of not being able to escape the gold medal, under the guidance of Nishen, a tactician, all members survived Nishen and left.
He is a well-known tactician who likes to procrastinate. Compared with other extreme tacticians, his methods can be said to be quite mild.
But after Nishen left, one of the deer hunters died quickly.
Tian Nishen sat in the killer sequence's office all night, looking at the photos of the old players, without saying a word. The killer sequence has a bunch of top players, and no one dared to disturb him at the time.
They are still afraid of going against God.
Nishen seems to be easy to get along with and rarely gets angry, but in fact his temper and manner are quite weird. He smiles at times and looks very personable. It is impossible to understand what he is thinking.
Because as a player, Nishen doesn't know how to use his own skills, but this skill is just a skill that predicts the rules of the game, which seems very reasonable.
You must know that the skills that can touch the game authority are all big killers, such as the imitation poker of hearts, and the old trading wallet of Bailiu. Use it.
But Nishen is not useful, the time when he uses the prophecy skills is very rare, at least Bai Jiamu only remembers it twice.
Once, Nishen gave Spades a prophecy, but no one knows the content of the second prophecy.
Or this time, for a novice player meeting for the first time, this is really bizarre.
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Inside the Red Cross.
Guy, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes. He propped up his arms, leaned against the head of the bed, lowered his head and shook his intact hands in surprise.
His injuries miraculously healed overnight.
Guy looked up, and after seeing the white willow standing beside his bed, he was even more surprised: "Why are you here?"
"Maybe you should say thank you first?" Bai Liu smiled and pointed to Guy's healed wounds, "I stole Alex's potion to treat you. Although it is only for external use, it seems to be effective wrong."
Guy looked at the craters left on his hands without even a scar, and his eyes showed pride and nostalgia: "Yes, he is a very good and good boy."
"Alex doesn't want you to be cured at all, but I believe you make your own decision." Bai Liu sat on the bedside and looked up at Guy, "I still remember the night before I got married and Did you say anything?"
Guy hummed lightly, he fell into some kind of deep thought, and whispered: "You said, because God wants us to be happy, so he created the war."
"Because if we live a happy life, we don't really need the existence of God."
Guy raised his head, and he looked directly at Bai Liu with firm eyes: "It's your words that made me make up my mind to rebel."
"I want to enter the natives and destroy their belief in God."
Bai Liu raised the corners of his lips slightly, and lowered his eyes: "Really?"
— as he thought.
There is still a big battle ahead, and Alex's three-party camp has finally taken shape.
When Guy was about to wake up, Alex left alone. He asked Bai Liu to tell Guy that he had been there, but he just stayed outside Guy's tent, sitting in a wheelchair and looking around in a daze People coming and going.
Stretchers of wounded soldiers from this side and the enemy’s were anxiously moving back and forth. Blood dripped on the ground and pulled out red lines, criss-crossing and programming around him to form an invisible net. The center of the net was him and behind him. Guy.
Bai Liu opened the tent and came out. He squinted at Alex in the wheelchair: "Is it? It feels like everything has stopped all of this?"
Alex was silent for a long time before humming hoarsely: "Some natives said before that all of this is God's will. I laughed with Guy for a long time, but now that I think about it..."
"...All these created by God, maybe only God can stop it."
Bai Liu lowered her eyes: "Maybe."
Alex paused for a while, then said abruptly: "I thought about using the medicine I tested on these people to prolong their lives, and I hope they can survive."
"But I found that no matter how much they prolong it, they will still die, but they can move after death, turning into a moving, aggressive corpse."
Alex's eyelashes trembled slightly: "The corpse has no memory, no emotion, no soul, but it can move, hug, and kill. I feel scared, I feel like I made a A terrible monster of war, I dare not tell anyone."
"Except Guy."
Alex chuckled dazedly, tears rolling down his eyelashes:
"He said that he thinks such things are terrible, and if one day he becomes such a monster, he will feel sad, because he can still hug me tightly after death .”
"War turns this moving corpse into a weapon, but people in love use this weapon to embrace each other."
Alex turned his head to look at Bai Liu, his expression was blank, as if he was asking Bai Liu, as if he was asking himself: "—Should I use this potion?"
Bai Liu grabbed the back of his wheelchair and looked down at him calmly: "Have you already got the answer?"
Alex clenched the medicine bottle in his hand, lowered his head, and said to himself: "If... I will use it."
"There are fewer people in love in this world, and medicine can only become a weapon to break them up."
Bai Liu glanced sideways at the tent, and said softly: "Sometimes it may not be external things that separate people who love each other, but some of them have already chosen the same path as you."
"And you stopped him."
Alex smiled bitterly: "Yes, Bai Liu, why do you insist on telling me the reason why Guy and I separated?"
"You are really...reasonable and cruel. You want to watch your lover go down the road of self-destruction, Bai Liu, you don't understand what kind of pain it is."
Bai Liu lowered her eyes and said, "Maybe."
He said, pushing Alex's wheelchair out.
The recovering Guy sneaked out from behind the tent without a sound. He looked back at the front of the tent from a distance, and found that the front was empty, and there was nothing there, except for two wheelchairs left on the ground. rut.
It seemed that the voice of Alex that he heard vaguely was an illusion produced by him because he had missed him too much.
Guy paused for a while, then turned his head and left.
The morning light is faint.
The surface of the lake in the center was covered with shuttle-shaped wooden boats, and there were fifty or ten indigenous soldiers standing on each small boat. The soldiers of the assault team under the dark and dark green water approached silently with guns.
At 6:25 in the morning, all the lurking soldiers adjusted their watches before going into the water. At the same time, the bombing of the Great War first broke out from under the water.
After a group of people turned their backs, the assault team quickly retreated and began to ambush other soldiers in an orderly manner along the river channel leading to the water, preventing the group of indigenous soldiers in the central lake from attacking along the river channel.
It was a perfect raid until a heavy rain came.
The artillerymen behind were reloading in the rainforest under the heavy rain. The first batch of tens of thousands of bombs that could have caused huge turmoil were almost all due to the influence of the heavy rain. Before hitting the target, the raindrops entered In the mud pit, it did not produce the expected effect.
As the water level rose rapidly, the influence of the lakes and rivers previously blocked by gunpowder became smaller in an instant. Countless natives rushed out in boats. As the torrential rain became more intense, the battle became stalemate.
Tang Er looked like he was fished out of the muddy water, half of his face was covered with mud, he touched his face, shook his hands and hung a gun that was half a catty in mud, he used By the way, I was about to lose it and change to a skill weapon.
The spade on the side came in with a gun/rod, suppressing Tang Erda's attempt to throw the gun.
Tang Er turned his head and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Spade's clothes were also completely soaked in mud, and his face was stained with mud, which made his bare skin look shockingly white: "You and Bai Liu are in the same group, aren't you?"
Tang Erda nodded hesitantly.
Spade's eyes glowed faintly in the torrential rain: "We need to use skill weapons, hold guns, and let's go back to the lake."
"I found the point where the corpses were stockpiled."
the other end.
The man in the killer sequence sits on a rickety, parked boat on the lake.
Amidst the noise caused by the heavy rain and lightning, Nishen almost wanted to split his voice: "Would you like to find a place to store corpses?"
Bai Jiamu wiped off the rainwater dripping from his chin, and shook his head: "We have searched all over the land, and no obvious reserve point has been triggered."
Usually this kind of scoring task is divided into two sections, one is to find the correct scoring object, such as a moving corpse, and the other is to find the scoring location, and put the corpse in the designated place The points are officially included in the player's points.
"The body parts are not the problem. They are the ordinary corpses we thought." Nishen wore a steel helmet and sat cross-legged on the boat like a contractor, swinging back and forth, with rain on his head. It was flowing down one after another, as if there was a small waterfall hanging in front of our eyes, "We didn't find the correct point object, and there was no way to use the point object to trigger the point point."
Nishen touched his face and took a deep breath: "Spades' intuition is still accurate, and the body parts of the scoring object should be produced in the enemy's side."
"We are in the same camp as Spades, so we can only find another way, and wait for the main line NPC to defect and give us points to produce corpses."
Bai Jiamu shouted loudly: "Ni Shen, when do you think the main line npc will rebel?"
Ni Shen's eyes were deep: "Come on, we already have a mainline npc here. According to Bai Liu's plan and the relationship between these two mainline npcs, it should be after this great war."
After speaking, Ni Shen stood up, and the water from the steel helmet slid down the brim of the hat to wash his face.
Against God: "..."
Why is this helmet still rotten? It leaks.
Bai Jiamu couldn't hold back Nishen: "I understand why we have to cooperate with Bai Liu. According to your arrangement, the main line npc will also defect, so there is no need to cooperate with him."
Nishen took off his hat, he turned and glanced at Bai Jiamu.
The first glance was gentle, but Bai Jiamu didn't know what was going on, and there was a feeling of offending the majesty of his predecessors.
Bai Jiamu quickly let go of Nishen's hand, his expression was a little tense like a child who realized that he had made a mistake: "...you are a tactician, I should... ask?"
Nishen shook his hat and put on the rotten steel helmet. He looked at Bai Jiamu, smiled, and was not angry: "After I came in, I activated a prophecy skill."
This time, only Bai Jiamu, the other two members of the Killer Sequence were also startled, and looked over one after another.
Although Nishen was rated as the best tactician in the league, it was not because of his prophecy skills, but because of his intelligence.
The intelligence value of Ni Shen is 96 points.
In almost every game, this person can win with the least casualties on his side. Ever since the deer hunter became Nishen, the members of the team have never changed before he left Nishen. A batch of those who came against the gods.
After participating in so many league games, under the premise of not being able to escape the gold medal, under the guidance of Nishen, a tactician, all members survived Nishen and left.
He is a well-known tactician who likes to procrastinate. Compared with other extreme tacticians, his methods can be said to be quite mild.
But after Nishen left, one of the deer hunters died quickly.
Tian Nishen sat in the killer sequence's office all night, looking at the photos of the old players, without saying a word. The killer sequence has a bunch of top players, and no one dared to disturb him at the time.
They are still afraid of going against God.
Nishen seems to be easy to get along with and rarely gets angry, but in fact his temper and manner are quite weird. He smiles at times and looks very personable. It is impossible to understand what he is thinking.
Because as a player, Nishen doesn't know how to use his own skills, but this skill is just a skill that predicts the rules of the game, which seems very reasonable.
You must know that the skills that can touch the game authority are all big killers, such as the imitation poker of hearts, and the old trading wallet of Bailiu. Use it.
But Nishen is not useful, the time when he uses the prophecy skills is very rare, at least Bai Jiamu only remembers it twice.
Once, Nishen gave Spades a prophecy, but no one knows the content of the second prophecy.
Or this time, for a novice player meeting for the first time, this is really bizarre.
Inside the Red Cross. Guy, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes. He propped up his arms, leaned against the head of the bed, lowered his head and shook his intact hands in surprise. His injuries miraculously healed overnight. Guy looked up, and after seeing the white willow standing beside his bed, he was even more surprised: "Why are you here?" "Maybe you should say thank you first?" Bai Liu smiled and pointed to Guy's healed wounds, "I stole Alex's potion to treat you. Although it is only for external use, it seems to be effective wrong." Guy looked at the craters left on his hands without even a scar, and his eyes showed pride and nostalgia: "Yes, he is a very good and good boy." "Alex doesn't want you to be cured at all, but I believe you make your own decision." Bai Liu sat on the bedside and looked up at Guy, "I still remember the night before I got married and Did you say anything?" Guy hummed lightly, he fell into some kind of deep thought, and whispered: "You said, because God wants us to be happy, so he created the war." "Because if we live a happy life, we don't really need the existence of God." Guy raised his head, and he looked directly at Bai Liu with firm eyes: "It's your words that made me make up my mind to rebel." "I want to enter the natives and destroy their belief in God." Bai Liu raised the corners of his lips slightly, and lowered his eyes: "Really?" as he thought. There is still a big battle ahead, and Alex's three-party camp has finally taken shape. When Guy was about to wake up, Alex left alone. He asked Bai Liu to tell Guy that he had been there, but he just stayed outside Guy's tent, sitting in a wheelchair and looking around in a daze People coming and going. Stretchers of wounded soldiers from this side and the enemy's were anxiously moving back and forth. Blood dripped on the ground and pulled out red lines, criss-crossing and programming around him to form an invisible net. The center of the net was him and behind him. Guy. Bai Liu opened the tent and came out. He squinted at Alex in the wheelchair: "Is it? It feels like everything has stopped all of this?" Alex was silent for a long time before humming hoarsely: "Some natives said before that all of this is God's will. I laughed with Guy for a long time, but now that I think about it..." "...All these created by God, maybe only God can stop it." Bai Liu lowered her eyes: "Maybe." Alex paused for a while, then said abruptly: "I thought about using the medicine I tested on these people to prolong their lives, and I hope they can survive." "But I found that no matter how much they prolong it, they will still die, but they can move after death, turning into a moving, aggressive corpse." Alex's eyelashes trembled slightly: "The corpse has no memory, no emotion, no soul, but it can move, hug, and kill. I feel scared, I feel like I made a A terrible monster of war, I dare not tell anyone." "Except Guy." Alex chuckled dazedly, tears rolling down his eyelashes: "He said that he thinks such things are terrible, and if one day he becomes such a monster, he will feel sad, because he can still hug me tightly after death . "War turns this moving corpse into a weapon, but people in love use this weapon to embrace each other." Alex turned his head to look at Bai Liu, his expression was blank, as if he was asking Bai Liu, as if he was asking himself: "Should I use this potion?" Bai Liu grabbed the back of his wheelchair and looked down at him calmly: "Have you already got the answer?" Alex clenched the medicine bottle in his hand, lowered his head, and said to himself: "If... I will use it." "There are fewer people in love in this world, and medicine can only become a weapon to break them up." Bai Liu glanced sideways at the tent, and said softly: "Sometimes it may not be external things that separate people who love each other, but some of them have already chosen the same path as you." "And you stopped him." Alex smiled bitterly: "Yes, Bai Liu, why do you insist on telling me the reason why Guy and I separated?" "You are really...reasonable and cruel. You want to watch your lover go down the road of self-destruction, Bai Liu, you don't understand what kind of pain it is." Bai Liu lowered her eyes and said, "Maybe." He said, pushing Alex's wheelchair out. The recovering Guy sneaked out from behind the tent without a sound. He looked back at the front of the tent from a distance, and found that the front was empty, and there was nothing there, except for two wheelchairs left on the ground. rut. It seemed that the voice of Alex that he heard vaguely was an illusion produced by him because he had missed him too much. Guy paused for a while, then turned his head and left. The morning light is faint. The surface of the lake in the center was covered with shuttle-shaped wooden boats, and there were fifty or ten indigenous soldiers standing on each small boat. The soldiers of the assault team under the dark and dark green water approached silently with guns. At 6:25 in the morning, all the lurking soldiers adjusted their watches before going into the water. At the same time, the bombing of the Great War first broke out from under the water. After a group of people turned their backs, the assault team quickly retreated and began to ambush other soldiers in an orderly manner along the river channel leading to the water, preventing the group of indigenous soldiers in the central lake from attacking along the river channel. It was a perfect raid until a heavy rain came. The artillerymen behind were reloading in the rainforest under the heavy rain. The first batch of tens of thousands of bombs that could have caused huge turmoil were almost all due to the influence of the heavy rain. Before hitting the target, the raindrops entered In the mud pit, it did not produce the expected effect. As the water level rose rapidly, the influence of the lakes and rivers previously blocked by gunpowder became smaller in an instant. Countless natives rushed out in boats. As the torrential rain became more intense, the battle became stalemate. Tang Er looked like he was fished out of the muddy water, half of his face was covered with mud, he touched his face, shook his hands and hung a gun that was half a catty in mud, he used By the way, I was about to lose it and change to a skill weapon. The spade on the side came in with a gun/rod, suppressing Tang Erda's attempt to throw the gun. Tang Er turned his head and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?" Spade's clothes were also completely soaked in mud, and his face was stained with mud, which made his bare skin look shockingly white: "You and Bai Liu are in the same group, aren't you?" Tang Erda nodded hesitantly. Spade's eyes glowed faintly in the torrential rain: "We need to use skill weapons, hold guns, and let's go back to the lake." "I found the point where the corpses were stockpiled." the other end. The man in the killer sequence sits on a rickety, parked boat on the lake. Amidst the noise caused by the heavy rain and lightning, Nishen almost wanted to split his voice: "Would you like to find a place to store corpses?" Bai Jiamu wiped off the rainwater dripping from his chin, and shook his head: "We have searched all over the land, and no obvious reserve point has been triggered." Usually this kind of scoring task is divided into two sections, one is to find the correct scoring object, such as a moving corpse, and the other is to find the scoring location, and put the corpse in the designated place The points are officially included in the player's points. "The body parts are not the problem. They are the ordinary corpses we thought." Nishen wore a steel helmet and sat cross-legged on the boat like a contractor, swinging back and forth, with rain on his head. It was flowing down one after another, as if there was a small waterfall hanging in front of our eyes, "We didn't find the correct point object, and there was no way to use the point object to trigger the point point." Nishen touched his face and took a deep breath: "Spades' intuition is still accurate, and the body parts of the scoring object should be produced in the enemy's side." "We are in the same camp as Spades, so we can only find another way, and wait for the main line NPC to defect and give us points to produce corpses." Bai Jiamu shouted loudly: "Ni Shen, when do you think the main line npc will rebel?" Ni Shen's eyes were deep: "Come on, we already have a mainline npc here. According to Bai Liu's plan and the relationship between these two mainline npcs, it should be after this great war." After speaking, Ni Shen stood up, and the water from the steel helmet slid down the brim of the hat to wash his face. Against God: "..." Why is this helmet still rotten? It leaks. Bai Jiamu couldn't hold back Nishen: "I understand why we have to cooperate with Bai Liu. According to your arrangement, the main line npc will also defect, so there is no need to cooperate with him." Nishen took off his hat, he turned and glanced at Bai Jiamu. The first glance was gentle, but Bai Jiamu didn't know what was going on, and there was a feeling of offending the majesty of his predecessors. Bai Jiamu quickly let go of Nishen's hand, his expression was a little tense like a child who realized that he had made a mistake: "...you are a tactician, I should... ask?" Nishen shook his hat and put on the rotten steel helmet. He looked at Bai Jiamu, smiled, and was not angry: "After I came in, I activated a prophecy skill." This time, only Bai Jiamu, the other two members of the Killer Sequence were also startled, and looked over one after another. Although Nishen was rated as the best tactician in the league, it was not because of his prophecy skills, but because of his intelligence. The intelligence value of Ni Shen is 96 points. In almost every game, this person can win with the least casualties on his side. Ever since the deer hunter became Nishen, the members of the team have never changed before he left Nishen. A batch of those who came against the gods. After participating in so many league games, under the premise of not being able to escape the gold medal, under the guidance of Nishen, a tactician, all members survived Nishen and left. He is a well-known tactician who likes to procrastinate. Compared with other extreme tacticians, his methods can be said to be quite mild. But after Nishen left, one of the deer hunters died quickly. Tian Nishen sat in the killer sequence's office all night, looking at the photos of the old players, without saying a word. The killer sequence has a bunch of top players, and no one dared to disturb him at the time. They are still afraid of going against God. Nishen seems to be easy to get along with and rarely gets angry, but in fact his temper and manner are quite weird. He smiles at times and looks very personable. It is impossible to understand what he is thinking. Because as a player, Nishen doesn't know how to use his own skills, but this skill is just a skill that predicts the rules of the game, which seems very reasonable. You must know that the skills that can touch the game authority are all big killers, such as the imitation poker of hearts, and the old trading wallet of Bailiu. Use it. But Nishen is not useful, the time when he uses the prophecy skills is very rare, at least Bai Jiamu only remembers it twice. Once, Nishen gave Spades a prophecy, but no one knows the content of the second prophecy. Or this time, for a novice player meeting for the first time, this is really bizarre.
