Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 771: Disciples
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Is your family restaurant too family? Shouldn't the entire last customer be responsible for washing the dishes?
Sunset's golden eyes twitched, but he didn't delve further into this issue.
He would like to ask again if the other party is willing to join the Whale Song organization and participate in this battle for the door as a representative of Whale Song. It is easy to discuss the reward.
However, there is a shop with exaggerated profitability under Li Risheng's name, and there must be no shortage of money. The Whale Song Organization may not be able to come up with the corresponding bargaining chips.
Even if they can get it, this kind of thing is not something that the four Jin Ge iron horses can directly decide, just stop it in moderation and maintain a normal friendly relationship, so as not to cause the other party to get bored.
Because the Sky Arena has not yet opened, a few people chatted a little, then went offline and continued to wait.
In the next 24 hours, presumably all forces will be busy with this.
Organize associations to negotiate, compromise, divide interests,
Lone Wolf players are waiting for a price, waiting to make a fortune in the next game to increase their value in the eyes of other forces.
However, none of this has anything to do with Li Ang.
After he came back from the square, he was going to go to the seaside of Yin City to pick up the high-quality biomass, marine gene bank, and newborn soldier insect samples obtained by the worm nest at the bottom of the trench.
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At the same time, in the game square, a bar named [True Names] (turenames).
This bar is located in a remote corner on the east side of the square. It occupies a small area, with dim and ambiguous lighting, simple and clean decoration, and no special products. The shelves made of nanmu are all common alcohol.
As a result, the bar usually has very little customer flow. Occasionally, there will be two or three customers. Because they are tired from walking in the square, they come in and take a seat, drink two drinks and then leave.
At this time, an unknown melodious song is playing on the jukebox in the corner of the bar.
The female singer's voice was hoarse and gentle. She closed her eyes, as if she could see a red-haired and red-clothed woman standing on the stage, singing softly with her hands on the microphone.
The bartender in a brown knitted vest standing behind the wooden bar, with his head down, wipes his glass lightly with square silk.
Jingle--
The wooden door of the bar was gently pushed open, and a witch in a pointed hat and cape walked in.
She patted the gray kitten's waist on her shoulder, and the cat named Meow Meow head jumped off her shoulder and landed on the wooden round table.
Because the table was spotless, Meow Meow's head fell down naturally, and his body curled up into a ball, making a comfortable snoring sound.
And the witch herself jumped to the jukebox, flipped out a coin in her palm, put it into the jukebox, and ordered an electronic pop music,
He headed little by little with the rhythm of the music, and his body swayed towards the bar, tiptoe little by little, jumped up, and landed on the chair in front of the bar.
"A glass of dark beer, thank you~"
The witch patted the bar, her palm draining five coins on the table.
The bartender raised his head, revealing the face of an ordinary, mild, middle-aged man with no specific characteristics.
It is the founder of the syndicate, known as the existence of the professor.
Although the Syndicate has its own independent office building in the square, there are no real people in that building.
Only the core members know that their teacher, who can really make decisions in the syndicate, sometimes stays in the bar called [True Name] that he runs.
"What beer do minors drink?"
The professor said calmly, turned around and took a can of Coke from the shelf, and placed it lightly on the table through the cotton pad.
The front and back of the shelves are obviously not insulated, but the surface of the Coke can is cold.
The witch smacked her mouth in annoyance, but still stretched out her fingers to pry open the can, took a straw from the straw shelf next to her, and slowly drank it from the Coke bottle.
Ding Dong——
The wooden door of the bar rang again, and a tall, beautiful woman pushed in the door. She had waist-length red wavy hair, a three-cornered hat with a skull pattern on her head, and a Flack-style cuff. A black coat with gold embroidery, a white shirt inside, long riding boots, and a long knife around the waist.
Clearly dressed as a pirate.
The female pirate glanced at the professor who was wiping the wine glass at the back of the bar, grinned, and rubbed the head of Meow, who was sleeping on the wooden table at the door, ignoring the latter's howling and scratching, and strode forward, heavily He patted the witch on the shoulder and said familiarly, "Congratulations, congratulations, I heard that you are in the top 60 in the personal combat power rankings? Not bad, not embarrassing for us."
"What are you doing, crazy woman?!"
The witch rolled her eyes and tried to push away the senior sister who also belonged to the Twelve Disciples, [Blood Sea · Amberi], "Don't you know that you smell of alcohol? How much alcohol have you been drinking! Stay away from me, okay!"
"Is there?"
Amberley frowned slightly, raised his arm and sniffed the clothes under his armpit, and said in confusion, "Is it okay? The smell is not very important. Would you like to ask again?"
"Go on!"
The professor at the back of the bar happily watched his lovely students interact intimately, with no intention of stopping him.
Ding Dong——
The bell at the door rang one after another, and several figures filed in.
A burly young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a simple white fighting suit, the seventh disciple, 【Thunder Wolf·Wang Hu】
A white-shirted boy with a pale face, a thin body, bulging eyes like fish-eyes, heavy and dark eye bags, staggering walking, and a tired look - the 5th disciple, [Asynchronous Call · LAN]
Unidentified figure wearing a black leather jacket and an opaque motorcycle helmet - the 10th disciple, [Supercritical]
A lizard-headed creature wearing a taupe hooded robe, floating against the ground when walking, sticking out a forked tongue from time to time, and sniffing the air - 6th disciple, [Innate Theory · Neisser]
Squinting eyes and a gentle smile, an ordinary-looking young man in white -- the 1st disciple, 【Tai Hao】
The black-haired handsome young man with an indifferent face - the second disciple, [out of control]
A short, blond girl with a languid attitude, whistling and holding the back of her head with her arms crossed - the 3rd disciple, [Burning Theory·Burning Fire]
A skeleton skeleton wearing a gentleman's trench coat and holding his head on his hands - the 4th disciple, [Gate Spike]
Wearing an anime shirt, wearing glasses, the style of painting is incompatible with everyone's wide-body fat otaku - the 11th disciple, [Super Distance Action · Bass]
Counting the number 8 witch and the 9th meow head,
Eleven of the professor's twelve disciples have arrived.
"Oh, it's all here."
Amberley put down the rum glass that the professor poured her, and said with a raised eyebrow, "It's rare to see such a crowd."
"When everyone arrives, let's talk about it."
Crazy Burning Fire, who appears to be no more than 11 years old, pouted the corners of his mouth and said in an old-fashioned manner, "What are you doing standing up?"
"Don't worry."
The professor shook his head and smiled gently: "There is one more that hasn't arrived."
Before he finished speaking, there was another ding dong.
A handsome guy with short blond hair walked in from outside the door, and nodded somewhat reservedly to the crowd.
"He is your junior brother."
The professor gave a light introduction. The player nickname of [Stonemason] appeared on the top of the handsome blond guy's head. It was the syndicate member that Li Ang had met.
"Hello, brothers and sisters."
The mason rubbed his palms, a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.
New member?
The witch raised her eyebrows, they were all disciples selected by the professor,
Some were discovered after the killing game started, and some (such as Taihao, Runaway, LAN) even followed the professor before the killing game started.
In the real world, some stock price crashes, company closures, and natural disasters that affect the global or local pattern are all accompanied by professors and his apprentices.
However, witches and Meow Meow Tou are relatively late to entry, and don't know much about these things.
The twelfth-ranked disciple of the professor before, is a young man with eyes above the top, with a high level of talent. He has a genius-level talent for psionic energy.
I thought he could achieve something, but he died in the script mission more than a month ago, and he didn't even have time to rise to Lv10 when he died.
Anyway, it turned out that the younger junior brother had a bad temper and was completely unfamiliar with other people. He died when he died.
As for the newcomer...
If you can survive this battle for the door, let's talk.
Most of the eleven disciples didn't give the mason any good looks, only Tai Hao, Ba Yu and Wang Hu gave the mason a friendly smile.
The mason responded with a grateful smile-according to the information he knew, among the disciples present, except for Bass, Meow Head, and Lan, who were not good at fighting, the other eight all ranked on the personal rankings.
Black-haired youth [out of control] ranked second,
The squinting youth [Tai Hao] ranked 15th,
Small girl [Crazy Fire] ranked 32nd...
In the top 100, the syndicate alone occupies eight places. If it is publicized, it may completely break the cognition of other organizations.
However, it is strange that, as the teacher of these people, the professor does not appear on the leaderboard - the mason is very sure that the professor is also a player, after all, the latter can freely enter and exit the square.
I don't know what happened...
Mason buried his doubts in his heart. He had been with the Syndicate for a long time and was only promoted to disciple this morning to fill the vacancy.
He doesn't think he can outperform the other disciples, and even the weakest looking meow head or perch has a Wea on him that can intimidate him.
To say more and more wrong, let's continue to wait and see...
Others didn't notice the mason's mental fluctuations. The professor finally put down the cup that he had wiped for a long time, raised his head, looked at his disciples, and said with a gentle smile: "The reason why I called you here today must be that you too Already know.
The battle for the door this time ~IndoMTL.com~ Be sure to make it to the final round as many as you can..."
"Teacher rest assured."
Wang Hu slapped the hammer with both fists and said solemnly: "We will not let you down."
"It's not a question of losing or not being disappointed."
The professor shook his head and said softly: "The emergence of the battle for the door means that the integration of the killing game and the real world has gone one step further.
Sleeping, will wake up.
The dead will be resurrected.
The point, it's not who gets the door,
Instead, don't let anyone get the door.
This is related to the life and death of ordinary people in the real world, which is far more important than you think..."
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