Thriller Paradise Chapter 378: Uncle waste wood

"Hey, Brother Jue, how is your place?" After Xiao Tan was killed, he returned to the landing space and established voice communication with Feng Bujue. M.

"Deleting emails..." Feng Bujue replied feebly. Obviously, he was not idle when he said this.

"Haha...I haven't deleted it yet." Xiao sighed with a smile.

At midnight, he and Feng Bujue also communicated once. At that time, the list of specially invited players had just been announced on the official website, and Jue’s mailbox had just exploded...

"It's almost as I expected..." Feng Bujue said, "This time I am well-known. In the last three days to one week, I have been mentally prepared to handle thousands of emails every day... ..." He paused, "After a while, it may be better when the heat of this matter subsides. But... I am afraid that I will never return to the ideal situation of obscurity. I have heard that Shao Jian (Kuang Zong Jian) (Shadow) I said that it’s common for a well-known player like him to receive dozens of emails from strangers after going online. My situation should become like this in the future..."

"I think there are countless people who still can't ask for this kind of treatment to you..." Xiao sighed.

"Huh... Actually, it's also good. If you don't need to play the preliminaries... I can feel a lot easier." Feng Bujue continued, "By the way, how did you play in the first round of the preliminaries?"

"Hey... I lost." Xiao sighed.

"Oh." Feng Bujue seemed very calm.

"Hey! The reaction is too cold!" Xiao sighed back, "It seems normal for me to lose!"

"It's not a big deal to lose one game, right." Feng Bujue said, "[War of Insects] has to play 50 games. As long as you don't lose four games in a row and weed out early, the problem is not big..."

"It's easy to say...There are millions of players in this game. Only 3,000 people can enter the battle of the cocoon, and the players who win 15 consecutive games at any stage of the battle of the insects will directly advance." Xiao sighed aside. The mental arithmetic said, "For players who have played all 50 games, the theoretical best record is forty-seven wins and three losses... If you cannot achieve fifteen consecutive victories, you have to work towards this record if you want to advance. OK."

"Don't worry." Feng Bujue said, "Forty wins should be able to guarantee promotion."

"Huh?" Xiao Tan was stunned for a moment. Based on his friendship with Brother Jue, it was enough to judge a lot of things from the tone of the other person's speech. So when he heard these words, he knew Feng Bujue was right. Said it with a more certain attitude.

"How did you know?" Xiao Tan asked, "This kind of thing, even if the people inside the game company can't explain it clearly, right?"

"Speculation." Feng Bujue said.

"These two words...are you a complete answer, or a generalization..." Xiao sighed with a twitching corner of his mouth.

Feng Bujue also knew what Xiao Tan meant, so he immediately began to explain: "Just start counting from the day of the public beta...In less than twenty-four days, he could reach level 30 or above. The number of people is limited. You said'this game has millions of players', which is actually nonsense... Those guys who have not met the registration requirements can be ignored.

Your competitor is, in addition to the ten seeded players, the players who have exceeded the 30th level and have signed up. There are far less than a million people who meet these conditions. It’s not bad to barely exceed 100,000 people... Among them, there are some eagerly using double experience cards, or finding someone to bring (one of the regular business of game studios, four After five professional players bring one or two bosses to play the script, the players who can pass the level are guaranteed to be able to participate. These guys are all part-timers, and they only have a dozen between each other. If they meet those players who have practiced well, they are bound to lose. It is only a matter of time before they lose four games in a row.

As for the promotion of fifteen consecutive victories, although theoretically it does exist, it is fair to say that it is difficult. Under the principle of absolute random queuing, anything can happen. In the fifteen consecutive heads-up matches, as long as one encounters a strong player with his own strength, or restrains his professional player, the winning streak will be interrupted.

From a probabilistic point of view... the higher the player’s rank on the battle power rankings, the higher the probability of completing the move. Players ranked below 100 have a very slim chance of achieving fifteen consecutive victories. So... if you have a full plan, one hundred of the three thousand people who have been promoted in a row are almost the same.

Most people need to play 50 games before looking at the winning percentage. "

He paused when he said that, and then continued: "Now let’s look at what you said about the best record in theory-forty-seven wins and three losses, which is basically a super-high difficulty equivalent to fifteen consecutive victories. Standard..."

"Um..." Xiao sighed thoughtfully.

"The game system is pretty good this time. The setting of winning streak and losing streak will reduce the probability of you encountering strong and weak players." Feng Bujue continued, "Leaving aside the character factor... Normally, if you play 50 games, the total of the **** opponents and the five scums you encounter may not exceed five.

For the remaining forty-five games, all you are facing... are opponents who are in the same strength range as yourself.

As long as your PK level is slightly higher than the average, your winning percentage cannot be less than 50, which is equivalent to having won 23 games. And whether you can advance... depends on how much you can win in the remaining 22 games. And... In those character rounds, you have many **** opponents, or you have more than five scums. "

"Ah... in a word..." Xiao Tan continued, "The qualifying situation is much more optimistic than I thought."

"Yes." Feng Bujue continued, "From my point of view...the lowest baseline for qualifying may be thirty-five...or even lower. As long as you don't lose to 15 games, you will qualify. Maybe."

"Okay..." After listening to Brother's analysis, Xiao Tan was relieved a lot. "By the way, when it comes to the character bureau...Do you know who my opponent was in the first game?"

"Listening to your tone, did you lose to a strong enemy?" Feng Bujue said.

"It's the seven kills! The seven kills of Brother Long and his group!" Xiao Tan emphasized.

"Oh..." Feng Bujue said, "That is indeed the opponent of God."

"Whenever I think that you have beaten that kind of guy, I am not surprised that you are on the list of guest players..." Xiao Tan said.

Feng Bujue boasted several times in front of Xiao Tan during the battle for the cloak, so the latter knew a lot.

"As far as you are now...should you be able to fight him?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Yes, I just can't beat it." Xiao sighed, "I feel that there is still a big gap between me and your top players..."

"Heh...If you leave it ten years ago, you can shoot me out..." Feng Bujue spit out.

"Huh? What?" Xiao Tan asked inexplicably.

"It's okay...I just talk about it." Feng Bujue was distracted and deleted the email. He lost his mind for a while, and he missed his mouth. He immediately covered up, "I seem to have said some lines in the movie by the way...Don't Care about..."

"Oh..." Xiao sigh didn't think much about it, and replied: "Well...then you can delete the email, I'll try a few more games."

"Go, go." Feng Bujue said, "It's hanging up."

The communication between the two of them was interrupted, and Brother Jue let out a long sigh, "Hoo...it's dangerous..." He muttered to himself, "I just want to encourage him... I didn't want to talk... "He stopped what he was doing, took a deep breath, a few memory fragments flashed before his eyes, filled with blood and wailing, "At that time...that kid was absolutely crazy..."

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The words are divided into two parts. At this moment, a 1V1 killing game is unfolding between two specially invited players. They are [Uncle Waste Chai] and [Scorpion Knife is King].

Uncle Waste Chai’s shape is completely uncut... He has short, messy hair with sorrowful scum, wearing a pair of sunglasses, a set of brown pajamas and pajamas, and flip-flops on his feet. .

The corpse knife is king is dressed in a green and black community uniform. The left chest of the dress is printed with a badge. The pattern is a finely carved skull machete with the word "corpse knife" written in black. . The players in their studios are basically uncharacteristic. They all keep the same size and wear uniform clothes. The rule of naming is to add the suffix "Strike" or "King" after the nickname.

On the maple leaf forest, the bright moon is in the sky.

The tree night is distinct, and the killing intent is like a shuttle.

At this time, the two have already fought and counted, and one of them has already shown a decline.

"What are you kidding?" The corpse knife was the king backing up, while picking up a halberd on the ground. It was the weapon that was shaken from his hand dozens of seconds ago...

"This should be my line..." When Uncle Fu Chai said, there was still a cigarette in his mouth, "You are the number one master of corpse knives, and at any rate you are also in the top 20 of the battle list. Man, it's too shabby to be so weak."

"You..." There was no expression on the face of the king of the corpse knife, but he was surprised and angry in his heart. He secretly said: "It was just a random killing game for practice... but I encountered a monster. Ah... this guy is only fifth? Impossible... I have fought against Zui Wo, this uncle Wu Chai is much better than Zui Wo Su..."

"I've heard some rumors about your studio, huh..." Uncle Fu Chai spit out his smoke, then said, "You are using'medicine', right?"

"I don't know what you are talking about..." The corpse knife wiped the blood from the corner of the king's mouth, using the gap between the other party and himself to adjust his breathing, and looking for opportunities.

Uncle Waste Chai just stood there smoking a cigarette in a very casual posture, and continued, "The corpse knife has always been ranked fifth in the club’s combat effectiveness list, and in the top 20 of the ranking list. Among the ranks, you also have the most places. But you, the number one corpse knife... the actual combat ability really shocked me..." He sneered, and took another puff of cigarette. "It's something that can suppress the shock. Drug worthy...Although it can't be completely controlled to zero, it should be able to keep the shock value in a low range. In this way... we can ensure that every time you clear a script, you can get the evaluation of'courage is good'. Receive some experience rewards."

"Huh...you can keep a little bit of God when you speak, and you need to show evidence in everything." The corpse knife is the king and sneered, "You are also a well-known player, if you talk nonsense everywhere, it will ruin our company's reputation..."

"Evidence...hehe...is that important?" Fu Chai smiled, "I'm just a freelancer who eats in the game in my own capacity... People are light-hearted, even if I see it with my own eyes. Your people took medicine before lying in the game bay, so what? You didn't break the law." He shrugged, "I am a small person, except for playing games, so I don't have any other strengths. You guys. These big studios, hand me a few letters from the lawyers, maybe they can drive me into desperation. I'm a person who stops talking, I can't provoke you, and I don't have the time and energy to provoke you." He The tone was full of sarcasm, "The way I can fight with you... is to beat you into meatloaf in the game and put it in a cardboard box..."

"Too much bullying!" The corpse knife was raised again for the king, "I will let you back and forth!" He yelled, and the halberd threw three purple rays of light and went away.

Uncle Waste Chai flipped his palm and raised his sleeves, and gently pushed out with a palm. The force of his entire force turned into a wall of air, and the purple light in mid-air was immediately blocked.

"It seems that you can't make any decent attacks." Uncle Fu Chai said, "It turns out you..."

The mind is determined, and the skills have been accumulated. Uncle Waste Chai took a half step forward, then slapped a vigorous palm, smashing the purple light, and rushing towards where the corpse knife is the king.

"Huh...it was in the game." The corpse knife couldn't make much expression on the king's face, which also gave him a cover.

At this moment, he resorted to a "step into the clouds", rushing into the air and disappearing.

"Oh? Run away..." Uncle Waste Chai said in his heart, "No...It's..."

Huh-the sound of breaking wind, almost passed the player's thoughts.

The halberd suddenly fell from above the left shoulder of Uncle Waste Chai, and the tyrannical force instantly chopped off his entire left arm...

The situation of the battle has changed, and it has been reversed in one move.

Uncle Waste Chai's situation has taken a turn for the worse. With a simple concealment and movement skill, the corpse knife has turned his opponent into a desperate situation.

...At least, he thought it was a desperate situation.

"Oh... it really hurts." Uncle Waste Chai said weakly, turning his head to look at his left arm that fell to the ground, with a cigarette **** in his left hand, "I haven't smoked that one yet. It's over..."

"Compared with the smoke...think about yourself first!" The corpse knife turned around for the king, and the halberd front turned back, this time trying to take the neck of Uncle Waste Chai.

Uncle Waste Chai made a bewildering move between the lightning and flints~IndoMTL.com~, he didn't dodge or dodge, and stood still...It's just that his right hand was quickly taken off I threw out my own sunglasses...

Puff... the head fell.

Of course, before the "corpse" of Uncle Waste Chai lacking arms and head has not fallen down, on the other side, behind the sunglasses, another complete Uncle Waste Chai appeared.

"Interesting?" said Uncle Waste Chai, reached out his pajamas pocket, took out another cigarette, and lightly lit himself, "Which posture do you want to lie in the carton?"

Looking at the opponent who was resurrected in the same place, the corpse knife felt a deep despair for the king. From the beginning of the battle, until the trick just now... he has exhausted all his energy, but the opponent uses it every time. All sorts of weird ways were resolved, and the result was unharmed...

In the next second, the corpse knife retreated for Wang Qiang...

Uncle Waste Chai listened to the system prompt that sounded in his ears, spitting out a smoke ring, "Huh...Forced retreat...seems to be the last resort to preserve dignity, in fact...this is precisely the reaction of the weak ……"(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe (this site), rewards, and your support is my biggest motivation.)