As system announcements sound in countries around the world, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
"What? You actually got the first kill in Brad's lair so quickly, and you immediately sent someone to find out which force it is from?"
As the president of the Glory Guild, one of the most powerful guilds in the United States, Ghost Rider is an extremely proud person. After confirming that the five names did not include Americans, his face became very gloomy.
What puzzled him was that he knew a lot about large guilds and famous game masters from all over the world, but this was the first time he heard the names of these five people. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but cursed:
"They are all a bunch of losers."
In order to build an intelligence network in the game, he spent at least several million dollars, but he got this result.
There were four or five people standing around the man. Although the boss did not mention him by name, they still felt blushing, especially the leader of the elite group.
"I heard that there was a case in Europe where a bounty thief was bribed. Maybe..."
Hearing the excuses from his subordinates, the expression on Ghost Rider's face became even more ugly, "What I want is just the result, not a guess. I will send people to investigate the specific situation, but you also have to do your part.
Why are you standing here? Go do something."
Seeing the relieved people exiting the hall one after another, Ghost Rider's eyes flashed with helplessness, and then he dialed a familiar number.
Maybe someone in your circle of friends knows the details about these guys?
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On campus in Bahrain, France.
"Boss, what's wrong, someone stole our first kill?" A breathless voice called out.
The blond man stopped immediately. His brows trembled, and he said: "What do you mean by our first kill? Don't put gold on your own face, others can take it. It shows that others are capable, and please solve the problem next time."
Please tell me clearly, who are they?"
A moment of grievance flashed across the face of the man who was still breathing in, but he still read out the names of Wang Hao and several other people.
The blond man silently recited the names of these people, and a figure of a man with an oriental face appeared in his mind.
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In Scapa Flow, a man with rare long platinum hair looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar seascape in trance.
Decades ago, one of the most powerful fleets of the German nation sank here.
How many people’s hearts have been broken here!
The Germans have never given up on the sea. I, Merlin von Ludendorff, swear to revive the German Navy as my own duty, regardless of honor, disgrace or sacrifice.
The man muttered silently in his heart, his eyes as calm as water.
The sea breeze blew, and he couldn't help coughing twice, and then he elegantly took out a handkerchief and lightly covered his mouth.
A drop of blood-red liquid gradually spread in the white handkerchief.
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There are still too many people who have trouble sleeping because of this.
It is said that a large studio in Moscow was brightly lit all night, two online game giants in London had an urgent meeting, and many men with red and swollen cheeks appeared on the streets of Tokyo, Japan. "Meeting, meeting!" was heard in China one after another!
"Long live the president, the minister is mighty."
The moment the system announcement sounded, the online St. England Guild players became excited.
They dropped what they were doing and shouted the above slogans like madmen.
On the sea, in the streets and alleys of the port, and in various resource producing areas, these scattered sounds finally converged into a symbol.
"Long live Saint England."
Anyone who passes by them can feel the surging power like fire.
Envy, jealousy, contempt, indifference, no matter what these people's expressions are on the surface, the sound of system announcements echoes in the ears, and the passionate faces appear in front of them.
Ask yourself, at that moment, were their hearts moved?
It is now three o'clock in the morning in London, and the people online at the Guild of St. England feel lucky because they and their team have witnessed such an unforgettable moment.
After the British players were briefly shocked, they also felt lucky, because this team is British, and the glory belongs to the great empire on which the sun never sets.
In fact, they deliberately ignored some other things. For example, Wang Hao is not an Englishman, Smith is a mixed race, Kai is a native, and Rokov is a descendant of polar bears.
Apart from York, it is difficult to find a British label in this team.
But none of this is important, is it?
Hundreds of players began to gather towards the guild station in Port Helen. There was no one to guide them, and everything happened spontaneously.
Among these people, there are still many who came uninvited. They either have friends in the St. England Guild, or they are simply curious and want to join in the fun. Most of them are players who have surrendered and worshiped the mountain.
Winning the first kill of Brad's Lair is enough to prove the strength of a guild.
Being powerful and in the early stages of career development is a huge temptation for many powerful players.
It is foreseeable that this guild will usher in a period of rapid development after tonight.
Does it have its own place here?
Many people fell into thinking.
Some impatient players who were not far from the entrance to the dungeon simply walked in the direction of the dungeon. Their biggest hope was to see Wang Hao and others earlier.
In fact, not long after Wang Hao and others walked out of the dungeon, they encountered some players who came here wholeheartedly. Without any explanation, they surrounded the team and headed towards the Chamber of Commerce's headquarters.
Facing the passionate people, this was the time for York to show off his skills. He was eloquent and spitting, talking all the way as if he had passed five levels and killed six generals. It was extremely thrilling and made the players around him listen.
I was so mesmerized and hooked.
In particular, he said that he was possessed by the God of War and was unstoppable, but he also attracted a lot of looks.
Everyone in the guild was not deceived by these words, especially some of the old people in the guild, who knew very well how much their guild leader weighed, and retorted loudly: "Langtou, you are not as strong as me, I don't believe it.
You are really that powerful."
York was used to playing around with everyone in the guild on weekdays. He didn't worry about others exposing his shortcomings. He chuckled and said, "If you don't believe me, ask the king, did I kill the first two bosses?"
Everyone's attention immediately shifted to Wang Hao. They knew very well that such good results this time were mostly due to the Minister of United Front Work. Therefore, they were also very interested in what the other party would say.
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Wang Hao was forced to have no choice. At the same time, he secretly called Yorke cunning. Apart from the wording that easily caused ambiguity, Yorke's words were not wrong.
However, he did not intend to expose the other party, which would help establish his prestige in the guild, so he nodded and said: "Well, he is right."
Everyone in the guild immediately looked at York with the look of getting to know the guild leader again, but the latter's constant snickering expression could not make them feel awe.
After that, everyone arrived at the guild headquarters, and there was a lot of commotion.
Bella and Valerie, who had already fallen asleep, were also called up on the phone. It was not until the fuss became more and more outrageous that the event was terminated.
Ordinary guild members were persuaded to quit. They continued to do what they were supposed to do, but the major managers of the guild were still busy.
Various visitors need to be received, at least in the early stages of the guild's development. They cannot leave an arrogant image to the outside world.
After being busy for a while, everyone discussed for a while and decided to go offline to catch up on some sleep and wait until dawn to talk about anything else.
Wang Hao didn't have a peaceful sleep this time. He thought he had good concentration, but after the people in the guild made such a fuss, he also became a little insomniac.
In fact, he felt like he just closed his eyes in a daze for a while, and was soon woken up by a long-distance call from China.
"Mouse, you are too mighty."
“It’s too embarrassing for us Chinese people.”
"Hey, Mouse, you are famous. Who knows who accidentally leaked your information, and now you have become a celebrity in sailing."
"That's right, your name is posted everywhere on the forum, and there is actually a photo. But don't worry, if you are not an acquaintance in that photo, you will not be recognized at all."
Monkey, Mr. Jie, and Brother Dong talked one after another. During this period, Wang Hao was not given a chance to answer.
"How about it, our great hero Wang, why don't you tell me how you felt when you got the first kill in the dungeon?"
Wang Hao was choked up by everyone's teasing. There was no room for him to speak about the other party's driving just now, but he wisely did not answer the question.
After chatting casually with the other party for a few words about the content of the game, Mr. Jie and others hung up the phone without being satisfied.
Wang Hao was thinking about Mr. Jie and the others talking about him becoming a celebrity in sailing, and he didn't know if it would reach her ears. If so, how should he explain that he had not contacted each other for so long?
What's the reason?
It's almost time to call it quits.
Wang Hao said to himself secretly, and after a brief wash, he hurriedly boarded the game.
After killing Brad yesterday, I immediately heard the announcement from the system. I walked out with the treasure box in a daze, and then I was pestered by people from the guild. So far, they still don’t know about the system.
What kind of rewards are given?
It turned out that he was not the only one who was thinking about the treasure chest.
Wang Hao was not the first one to go online. Kai probably stayed up all night. The one who came a little later than him was York, followed immediately by Rokov, and finally Smith. The time difference between them all going online was less than half an hour.
The five people walked to the guild's resident hall.
York chuckled and immediately went to close the door to the hall.
"This way, no one can get in."
Regarding York's reaction, everyone was dumbfounded. It wasn't something shameful, so was it so exaggerated?
Wang Hao placed the treasure chest on the table, glanced at everyone's faces, and chuckled. It was only when York was so itchy that he almost pounced on him, that he slowly opened the lid of the treasure chest.
A faint purple light overflowed from the cracks in the box.
Wow!
Everyone present could not help but stand up, and their breathing became rapid. Could this be the first purple outfit in the game? (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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