(ps: National Memorial Day. I just want to say this to you as a friend: Don’t be impulsive, don’t be insensitive, and don’t forget the national humiliation. However, I feel that there is no atmosphere this year. I have summarized the recent news and expressed my own views-AIA was surprised.
.Well, the above are all just one family’s opinions, please don’t listen to them.
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Finally, let’s talk about the mood of September. September is really endless. Is this the reason for the silly month?)
Count Trascu's sword was unexpectedly blocked by Eugudola. The latter's face darkened, but he did not show any particular surprise. The soldiers of the empire never believed in their enemies, and their courtesy to the two ladies was nothing more than this.
The old captain, who was over fifty years old, was a naive man, but when he drew his sword, he had already considered his backup plan.
The tip of the sword touched Yugudora's giant sword, and the air flow it brought spread out. There was a metallic sound, and Yugudora almost couldn't hold the giant sword in her hand.
"Surge of power!" The round-faced swordswoman frowned. But instead of retreating, she advanced. She picked up the giant sword and swung it in a semicircle from top to bottom.
Count Trasco's body didn't move, and he blocked Eugudola's attack with a backhand, as if it was an understatement. With a clang, the two swords intertwined, creating a spark that lit up the dark space, as if it was an offensive attack.
It just ended and started again——
"Desert Wind Jue. Yanyang Sword!"
The female swordsman roared angrily, and a golden flame circled the sword and pierced the arm of the old soldier of the empire. But an invisible energy exploded along the old man's shoulder, upper arm, elbow, forearm, and wrist, causing waves.
The sound directly bounced away the flame, breaking it into countless tiny flames and dissipating in the air. The female swordsman took four steps back before she had time to insert the giant sword into the deck with a backhand to stop her body, and then she looked shocked.
Looking at Count Trascourt.
"Ki?"
It's not that Yugudora is unfamiliar with this scene, but is too familiar with it. There are only a few schools in this world that can use Qi, such as monks and swordsmen monks - although the Sword Master claims to have glimpsed this path
Threshold, but it's just a name. They came up with something nondescript like 'Surge of Power', and a swordsman monk can easily simulate it by simply using a qi pool.
As for more abilities, swordsman monks and monks can achieve them, but sword masters are far from capable.
The female swordsman took a breath and felt a little numb. She couldn't smile anymore, or she pulled the corner of her mouth with a smile. When she fought with her elder sister, she was beaten all year round.
Because she has a lot of teeth, she is full of taboos about the profession of swordsman. Miss Lindis, a good old lady, has nothing to do with others, but she has strict requirements on her sister and shows no mercy at all. During sparring, she usually takes three rounds.
The battle will be over within a few seconds——
The two of them fought each other once, which lasted only a breath. At this moment, the gem thrown by the little girl was heading towards the power core in a beautiful parabola.
But at this moment, a hand stretched out from the darkness and firmly grasped the gem.
The scene was like a circular light door opening, and a blurry and flickering figure wearing a long cloak jumped out from it and took the magic gem into his hand. He turned around and locked his eyes with a pair of silver eyes.
Sophia holding a sword.
"Ah!" the little girl exclaimed: "Hermit in the Realm!"
"Do you recognize it?" The man was stunned.
What is the relationship between the little girl and Ke'er? They laughed and joked together, played pranks together, and of course were often bullied until they collapsed on the bed and couldn't breathe for a long time (just tickling of course). Of course the elf lady thought that she was attacked in the Allenby West underground.
The story was told to her. In the past, Sophia had always listened to it as a story, because Sister Cole in the story was tall, gentle and kind-hearted, which was different from reality - but today this story came in handy.
"Give me back the things!" Sophia pointed her sword.
The man snorted coldly, opened his cloak to cover the whole person, and disappeared. Teleportation is one of the most basic abilities of this profession. However, sometimes the little girl is so naive that it seems that her brain is not very bright, but it does not mean that
She is a real little fool. On the contrary, the little princess of the Silver Dawn has surprisingly sharp fighting instincts - as soon as the man disappears, she immediately returns her sword and stabs him.
The other party happened to appear behind her, just in time for the little girl's two-handed sword burning with white holy flames to pass through her chest. The flashing technique saved his life, but it still made the former scared to the point of breaking into a cold sweat.
Any title among the three silver ladies comes from countless battles. If you think that they are just weak women, you are wrong. Meng missed it once before, and now this realm hermit wants to do it again.
Repeating the same mistake. After he was hit by a sword, he subconsciously wanted to retreat, intending to regain his rhythm, but as soon as he retreated, the little girl slapped several buffs on himself.
Now this Mr. Realm Hermit is really sad. Logically speaking, most people would seize the opportunity to pursue the victory at this time, but the little girl doesn't do that at all. In the eyes of someone like her who is experienced in fighting, when the strength of both sides is
When the match is evenly matched, victory or defeat often comes from the accumulation of advantages rather than the conversion of offense and defense. Being first is an advantage, but how to turn this advantage into a greater advantage does not rely on continuous attacks, because the only way to fight is to wait for work.
Essence.
Although the little girl is usually full of enthusiasm, she is extremely calm when it comes to fighting. It is not her small, not very bright head that dominates her actions, but a fighting instinct.
Now even if the Realm Hermit wants to pile up some buffs, the little girl may not give him this opportunity. But attacking in reverse is not necessarily a good thing, because it fits the opponent's intention of waiting for work. And once Sophia launches an attack, she will definitely be in a hurry
Like a sudden rain, he has only two choices: to retreat or not to retreat, or to fall into the opponent's rhythm if he doesn't retreat. And as soon as he retreats, the little girl will definitely get a few more buffs, and the advantage gap will become wider and wider.
.
I have to say that in Canaan, it is generally believed that except for mages (because mages’ spells are mysterious and changeable and difficult to calculate), it is difficult for other professions to cast buff spells for themselves in battle, because they have to face the opponent’s pressure all the time.
.But today, the little girl taught him a lesson.
In this way, as long as the little girl doesn't make a mistake, he has no chance. And the player of Hand of Despair suddenly felt that he had never fought such a battle before, as if the outcome was destined from the beginning of the battle, and even he himself
It's hard to imagine the frustration you feel when you think that you have no hope of victory.
But it was not the Hand of Despair player who became anxious first, but the little girl, because she had noticed that Miss Yugudola was almost unable to withstand it.
Of course, it’s not that the round-faced female swordsman can’t stand it anymore. It’s that she can’t stand it anymore.
When Count Trascu sheathed his sword and stood there, he seemed to be one with the surrounding environment, indistinguishable from each other. At that moment, Yugudola was alerted. Lindis had mentioned to her the skills of the swordsman monk.
Shisui stance is one of the highest mysteries of this profession; it is said that once entering this stance, kendo monks can experience the highest state of knowing one's mind, stilling water, and holding one's essence, and this is also the pursuit of this profession.
There is a common practice in Canaan. Generally speaking, if a skill is described by a profession, its performance in the game must be incredible. For example, the arcane warlock's divine combined attack, the dusk blade's spell guidance, and even
The slaying of evil by the paladin is like this, and the same is true for the swordsman monk.
Although Yugudola had already sounded the alarm in her heart and tensed her whole body into the most focused state, she immediately realized that she had made a mistake as soon as she took action. She swung her sword at Count Trascu, but the giant
As soon as the sword entered the opponent's defense range, it bounced back with a bang as if it had encountered great resistance - only the female swordsman could see clearly that the opponent had returned a sword to her at an extremely fast speed, but the remnants of the sword had not yet been left.
Disappearing in mid-air, the old man actually returned the sword and stabbed her heart straight.
You can imagine that it is more than enough for others to take out two swords in the time it takes for you to take out one sword. That is a description: too fast to defend.
But the female swordsman is also a decisive person. She immediately abandoned her sword and retreated, but even so, she was still whipped by the opponent's sword wind and hit the wall. She fell and bounced twice on the ground. Eugudola immediately coughed.
She stood up, but Count Trascu had already placed his sword on her neck.
"Miss Paladin, your companion is in my hands. Please stop the offensive immediately -" he turned around and said with a sinking face.
"Despicable!" Although the little girl didn't want to, she had to stop. She glanced hatefully at the Realm Hermit opposite. The latter gasped for air. He almost gave up. Unexpectedly, he finally appeared.
Turning point. He raised the gem in his hand and shook it to Count Trascu, as if asking for credit.
"Well done, young man." The old man nodded.
"Hmph!" The little girl snorted heavily and asked, "What do you want?"
Count Trascu glanced at her and did not answer. He just took out a ruby and said to the opposite side: "I am Captain Trascu. It is safe below, and the whole ship is immediately preparing to bombard the ground. The combat troops are preparing to retake the deck.
." Then the old man walked to the porthole and took a look below.
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According to Xiao Fen's request, he was supported by wild rocks to a tower, which was once part of the territory ruled by Petera (Canaan believed that the temple was an extension of the god's kingdom, so it was sacred and inviolable).
However, the priests have been evacuated after the war started here, and the mage guessed that these guys should be hiding in the basement. But this is not important, because the imperial fleet must not dare to bombard the temple area casually, and this is a rare commanding height nearby, which is suitable for coordination
Overall.
Now he doesn't have the energy to cast a prying eye.
He let out a heavy breath and sat down with his back against a pillar - a series of gray-yellow roofs appeared in his field of vision, below were the crisscrossing streets and alleys of Brossalon, and beyond
In some places, a small river named Karili crosses the town and branches into two rivers flowing through the Clover Plain in the central area.
of despair
Black flags have appeared in the east, northeast and west of the town, exactly surrounding half of the town, but still outside the scope of the North Carelli River. Quest and his companions are here to hold on.
His main responsibility is to watch several small bridges on the North River - although Hand of Despair also has a lot of mages, the limitations of spell slots prevent these casters from sending most of the troops across the river after all.
What's more, the ranger players lurking in the building will not easily let go of those flying targets in the sky.
There are about forty people in Quest's group, including more than a dozen Thornburg players. The area from the North River to the South River in Karili is the main position of the players of the Southern Resistance Organization, and the shining gold coins are also here.
The front line helped them build a solid position. Xiao Fen's main tactic was to use the terrain to build defenses step by step, with the main purpose of delaying time and reducing casualties. Once the empire's flagship fell, it would be their time to launch a counterattack.
If the opponent's commander is smart enough, he will definitely choose to retreat at that time. Otherwise, if the fight continues, both sides will lose. The mage believes that the Hands of Despair will obey the empire's orders, but they will not blindly follow them. They have their own plans.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his head and glance at the sky: apart from the bright sun, the Golden Swordfish was still floating in the sky more than a thousand feet away with billowing smoke.
"Pa...Palin, I went down below. If...you need something, call me." Manshi stammered when he saw the mage sitting down and picking up the giant axe.
Xiao Fen smiled and nodded to him. Then he picked up the ruby and rubbed it lightly, and the voice of half an apple came out: "You are here, Lao Pa? Can you see the situation? I mean the hand of despair
Are you there?"
This gem is the masterpiece of Apple and his team. The Hand of Despair in the South seems to have inherited this magical item from the Rune Island Empire. It can communicate freely within a range of about 150 feet. Although the range is narrow, it is better than the homing pigeon.
It is much more convenient and is a powerful tool for communicating between short-distance teams. And by crushing this gem, the next transmission range can be increased to a thousand miles, but only twenty-four words can be transmitted.
In the port of Furtag, Half Apple got a lot of these things from some unlucky desperate hands, say at least forty or fifty.
"They will arrive at the North Bridge soon. They are going very fast." Xiao Fen squinted his eyes. The advanced sharp vision technique allowed him to see the situation in the north at a glance. The black knights were advancing rapidly, and the vanguard troops were almost waiting at Quest.
The hand of despair was indeed very fast, almost like a pack of evil wolves, they poured into this unknown town with a long history.
But like those ferocious beasts, these players also bring death and disaster.
Not everyone can maintain their moral compass in chaotic times, especially in games. The Black Knights knocked open the doors of the residents of Brossalon and started looting as soon as they entered. They were just players.
For them, the loot is what attracts them the most. On the contrary, the battle is secondary.
However, those who dared to resist them were immediately killed and fell into a pool of blood. For NPCs, the Hand of Despair has never treated them equally. For them, killing monsters to get treasures is not the same as killing NPCs to get treasures.
Taking loot is no different. They are dismissive of the so-called 'noble' choices made by northern players - they think that since you can kill goblins and slay dragons to plunder their wealth, why not humans? At least
In the game, there is no difference between them, they are just a bunch of data.
Northern players believe that the Hand of Despair has broken the rules for their own selfish interests, while the Hand of Despair believes that the so-called Temple of Heroes is hypocritical. It is true that torrential rain distinguishes NPCs from ordinary monsters, and it is true that torrential rain sets the rules in the game, such as the laws of NPCs.
The high-level game of Dragon City, the battle between Rune Island and Orath.
But why should players agree with these rules? That is just a selfish constraint of game developers. Players should agree with their own rules, because only they know what kind of entertainment they need, rather than passively accepting the game's settings.
"We are here to have fun, not to be played."
Fires were blazing into the sky in the north of Brossalon, and the weak and helpless people were crying, watching their homes being destroyed. Mirus kicked open the wooden door of a blacksmith workshop. He had been showing off to his companions before, saying how good he was.
It's easy to find a treasure house. Because the blacksmith's workshop must be a good place, there will definitely be weapons in it, sophisticated, exquisite, dwarf craftsmanship and even magic - of course, a workshop in such a small place will definitely not have magic.
Mirus began to think that he would get rich, but when he kicked the door open, he found that the door was broken - which meant that someone had got in first. Mirus was discouraged for a while, and he reluctantly opened the door and took a look, only to see a man with hair on the inside.
A dusty little girl with a dirty face was holding the body of a middle-aged man and crying sadly.
It was just a little girl of eleven or twelve years old. She turned around in horror, looked at Mirus and his group with wide eyes, and was so frightened that she stopped crying.
"Bad luck." Someone said from behind.
"This is that bastard. Didn't Huoyue say not to attack families with children? If a video is posted on the Internet, it will arouse the ill will of the government." Another person said angrily.
Mirus saw the little girl's eyes, and he felt his heart being violently beaten. He listened to the conversation of his companions, and for the first time he felt that he was so far away from them. He suddenly remembered,
Although he participated in looting, arson and killing like everyone else, he never seemed to notice the eyes of these NPCs.
Eyes full of emotion just like human beings.
This is a world, but they ignore the feelings conveyed to them by the world.
And what exactly did you get from the game? Momentary pleasure? Things to talk about in the future? But when a person matures, can he feel clear conscience when he looks back on what he has done? What exactly do you lose when you make this choice?
What?
At the same moment, on the bridge of the North River in Carelli, Quester and his party stared at the burning cloud of fire over the north of the town. Everyone had a sullen face. When the hand of despair appeared in their field of vision for the first time,
No one spoke, everyone just silently pulled out the long sword in their hands. Sometimes when the truth does not make sense, human beings will return to the primitive and express all their demands through force.
"You can be as willful as you want, but the world will not be centered on one person."
"This is everyone's world, and everyone will protect him."
"If there's no one, start with us."
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