That's right! This is the domineering power of the Three-Life Boss.
If you have more resurrection coins, that’s great!
One life of his own, then a near-death protection, a random teleportation, and if he can complete the task, he will be rewarded with a puppet doll. Maybe he will have the opportunity to be like the "Popeye" Hercules in Greek mythology in the future, and get 12 through 12 trials.
Life.
However, these would-be bosses who will be famous all over the world in the future don’t know!
They can only feel the determination of the actor McDonald and his strong will to win at all costs for the alliance!
Think about it, even the Grand Duke who is qualified to co-sign the "Lordaeron Alliance" treaty is so desperate, so what reason do these "little people" who are still unknown at this time have to not work hard?
Compared to the enthusiasm of the other three, Luo Ning, who was at the lowest point in his career, was so moved that he kept wagging his scarred nose and looked like he was about to cry.
"Calm down, future Archmage! We need your wisdom and calmness." McDonald said something that seemed like a 'quip'. He wondered if a werewolf would come to kill him as a prophet at night.
Just a pat on Luo Ning's shoulder, and Luo Ning's voice actually choked up.
"Ha! Don't be moved so early. If everyone can complete the mission and come back alive this time, I, Stratholme, will take care of the funds you need on your way to the Archmage."
Helping people when they need it is always easier to move people than adding the icing on the cake.
At this point in time, Luo Ning is a typical hard-working guy - a nobody, burdened with guilt, making mistakes in casting spells, and a cancer on the team.
Someone's original intention was to see if he could abduct the future Kirin Tor Speaker, and pretend to be cool, but not only Luoning, but everyone took it seriously!
The two elves and the dwarf could not see someone's shameless bargain-hunting behavior. They only saw a noble noble who spent all his energy to encourage a rookie who may be very strong but unstable for the sake of the future of the alliance.
There is nothing more shining of humanity than this.
"Okay." McDonald clapped his hands: "What I hope everyone will prepare for tonight is to make their equipment as silent and non-reflective as possible."
McDonald sent three pamphlets to El Chapo, Vereesa and Ronin.
"There's no need for you, Sagunar. You've done a great job. Windrunner, you just need to pay a little more attention..."
"Wait a moment, Lord Stratholme, the positions of the four of us are very clear." After someone made arrangements, Vereesa finally asked: "Then your role is..."
McDonald's heart skipped a beat, what was coming would still come.
In theory, he is a warrior.
Kuhaha warriors should be at the front.
But how could his small body be able to bear the orc's big axe?
After being blocked by a shield, someone is bound to have multiple fractures. Yes, it's someone from Mai!
He's still a bit obsessed with counting how much he weighs.
After those three blows, he was just a rookie who was ready to be slaughtered.
Of course, if you lose, you don’t lose.
The momentum must not be weak.
The four of them saw McDonald calmly step forward with his left leg, pressing down with the sole of his foot seemingly lightly.
[Thunder Strikes] Activate!
"boom!"
The next moment, the four people's ears were buzzing, and they felt like the world was spinning.
It seems like someone dropped a [shock bomb]!
The sudden burst of wind element caused a turmoil in a small area. A thick wooden table weighing hundreds of kilograms flew into the air together with the chairs, and then wrapped in the furious wind element, it formed a strange scene that was almost hovering.
Vereesa was horrified to see a wooden fork spinning at a slow speed of 1 degree per second, as if everything entering this space would encounter a terrifying suppression similar to [stopping time].
It took five seconds for the table and chairs, which had lost the support of the wind element, to crash to the ground, frightening the two dwarf guards outside to rush in.
"It's okay! Thank you for your hard work." McDonald's words made the guards who had already received the order shrink their heads and exit the tavern.
Here, all four people were frightened.
They asked themselves that in that state, they had no room to fight back.
Kurtaz gave a thumbs up and sighed: "The God of War of Stratholme really deserves his reputation!"
The three of them agreed.
McDonald flashed his [accurately calibrated musket] and smiled slightly: "Everyone has seen that my moves are very powerful and dynamic. When I take action, my infiltration fails, my whereabouts are exposed, and I have to fight hard.
Already."
The four of them nodded together, which was recognition of McDonald's strength and identity.
Someone secretly pressed his chest to calm his beating heart: Oh, I finally got through with this lie.
The team was secretly infiltrated and disbanded.
When he went out, McDonald saw the disguised Serijek and other guards. He nodded and was escorted back to his room.
Close your eyes and turn on the system.
The feint attack has just begun.
McDonald focused his attention on the introduction of sand sculpture players.
As a result of the py transaction, McDonald was able to call the human players of the [Galaxy Order Council] at an extremely low cost, almost free of charge. According to the standard name of the council, they are [operators]!
Most of these guys are players who got into VR consciousness-immersion games. They gradually discovered the truth of the matter in the game, and then... got out of hand.
Not every player has the ability to take the lead on his own, there are always some guys who are just playful and addicted to this kind of real other world 'game' that will not die.
As long as the [Savior] of this world can afford to pay for a cloned body, these guys are willing to be workers.
After experiencing many worlds, each operator will form a [tag] recognized by the system to facilitate the savior's search.
For example, a senior operator named [Junchen Tianya] is very distinctive:
The cost of his clone is the cheapest at 1 point. Obviously this guy has above-average hand-to-hand combat skills and an extremely strong spirit. Every time a normal person dies, his spirit will be more or less damaged, but this guy won't, like
The invincible Xiaoqiang has quite awesome tags such as [Quick Resurrection], [Mind Control Immunity], etc.
The most outrageous thing is that this guy also has a tag of [cannon fodder]. The mark on it is: the death of this operator will not cause the morale of the companions to drop. They feel no emotion at the death of [Junchen Tianya], and even want to laugh.
.If he dies tragically, there is a 25% chance that the morale of his companions will be greatly increased.
When you see the [Dirty God] tag at the end, you will find that this guy is an old driver who does nothing all day long. He posts obscene pictures in major forums and Q groups on WeChat and makes fun of others...
Of course, operators who are really good at fighting, such as those with group attack capabilities, often cost more than 30 points.
Converted to the Shenhao system, if such a powerful operator died once, McDonald would have to spend at least an extra thousand gold coins.
It was precisely because he knew that tomorrow would be the moment when he would have to bleed money (spent money) that he felt heartbroken. Finally, he fiercely clicked the OK button in the system.
