The big white goose and the black hands took control of the entire situation with lightning speed.
None of the players dared to disobey.
Laughing? When you go up there, all the "Duoduoduo" and "Quacka" equipment will be decomposed for you.
Soon, all the players entered the state of training and started to learn the most basic skills such as observing discipline, standing at attention, turning left and right, taking off on the spot, drilling holes on the spot, etc.
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The big white goose also performed two unique skills on the spot. It flapped its wings to fly to a high place, and then used its most powerful original power to perform a free fall, causing a violent blow to the enemies on the ground. Players called it "crow flying in a plane".
Another trick is to use its own high-speed rotation to create an unstoppable tornado, destroying everything. Players call it "tornado destroying the parking lot".
Although the names are quite strange, Big White Goose still liked it very much. He said on the spot that after this month's events, he had to hand over these two moves to the players. It would be worthy of Lord Sherlock. If anyone can't learn it,
, all my clothes will be chewed to pieces by you.
The players were so moved on the spot that they knelt down and cried. Sherlock was also moved to see how much these players loved Mr. Black Hand, the big white goose he had found for them.
That's it, the training of the players has been left to the big white goose, and Sherlock is relieved.
Go back to the Lord's Hall and open the forum. There are praise posts everywhere:
[On the degree of black heart of dog planning]
[I have already reported it. For such a crazy game, are you the devil in the game industry? 】
[I have never played such a vicious game in my life]
Posts such as this, of course, are also indispensable for the friends on the forum to encourage and support the players:
[Bajiao Daohe: Your sword is gone, your equipment is gone, continue to be the chief~]
[Shadow i hui kou hui i fish: shrimp and pig heart]
[Sister Ruan Tang: I am not afraid of the fourth natural disaster. I am not afraid of anything but the loss of equipment.]
…………
Sherlock has closed the forum, what else is there to worry about?
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Blackhand's training is proceeding in an orderly manner, but because of the large number of players and many other things, Mr. Blackhand's training courses are similar to those of Moros, with one hundred people at a time, three hours at a time, and every day
After four training sessions, the rest of the time is Mr. Blackhand's rest time.
As a big white goose, Mr. Blackhand has an extremely strict biological clock. Whenever the time comes and night is approaching, someone must tell a hypnotic story.
If not, it will enter a violent state and randomly select players to dismantle equipment online.
"...In this way, the frog and the prince lived happily together."
One player finished speaking in a gentle tone, but as soon as he moved, white wings suddenly grabbed his throat:
"another one!"
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The top student looked at the big white goose from a distance, where the players lined up to tell bedtime stories, and the little yellow-skinned duck in the big white goose's arms.
He turned his head and looked at Sherlock, who was sitting in the hall of his cemetery. Sherlock was currently reading the Daily Record of Winterfell.
"Lord Sherlock, is that the big white goose and black hand you are talking about?"
The top student sat next to Sherlock and asked.
"He is still very famous in Winterfell. Although he may not be the most suitable for my people, if you want to achieve good results in a short time, he is the most suitable."
Sherlock flipped through the newspaper, and the top student saw it written on one side of the newspaper——
[The mysterious fallen angel, Miss Lilo, affects the nerves of the entire northern underground world]
besides:
[This newspaper reported live, how the executives of the Eternal Fire Dungeon were ruthlessly rejected by Miss Fallen Angel, no, ignored]
besides:
[Who can capture her heart? The four young masters of Winterfell are powerless]
Almost an entire page was devoted to reporting on the same fallen angel. In the past, these pages were all used for advertising.
However, the academic tyrant just looked at it and did not speak. It was not until Sherlock put down the newspaper that the academic tyrant said:
"It is a bit difficult to prepare an undead army within a month, but an undead detachment of hundreds of people is still no problem."
"The legion is indeed a bit difficult for you... Then let's use the undead squad. The formation must be good-looking, and it is best to have high stunts."
Sherlock said to the top student.
"I see."
The top student nodded, then turned to look at where Black Hand was, but thought for a while and didn't say anything.
It wasn't until Sherlock stood up to leave that the top student asked:
"Lord Sherlock, my yellow-skinned duck..."
"What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing."
The expressionless top student said this.
"It's so pitiful that the yellow-skinned duck that I loved so much was taken away by a sinister boss."
Blue had a pity tone, but Sherlock ignored him.
Sherlock walked directly through the passage full of players, and then returned directly to his Lord's Hall. When he opened the door, he saw Goudan standing upright beside him, as well as the rotating chairs, and the "
There was a buzzing sound, and then the sound disappeared.
The computer just shut down.
Sherlock walked to the side of the computer, reached out and touched the host inside the core. It was very hot.
"Are you playing computer games?"
Sherlock looked at Goudan, who was standing upright beside him.
"Would you like some tea? I'll pour it for you right now."
Goudan quickly made a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea for Sherlock.
Sherlock sat down, picked up the bloody chrysanthemum tea made by Goudan, and took a sip:
"Are you secretly playing computer games?"
Sherlock asked again.
"I feel the call from the darkness. As a firewood, I should burn the fire of the world..."
Goudan said in a low voice.
"Sir Sherlock, don't worry, I have installed a minor protection system for your computer. Without your permission, I guarantee that this idiot will not be able to watch even a cat movie!"
Blue said confidently.
Sherlock was silent for a moment and said to Goudan:
"Okay, you can go out."
When Goudan heard Sherlock's words, he quickly ran away.
Sherlock watched the door of the Lord's Hall close behind him again and sat on the chair. At this moment, a burst of fire burned in the core, and then a letter was spat out.
[To the respected Lord Sherlock - Lord of Onion City]
"Dear Lord Sherlock:
I am about to leave the position of Lord of Winterfell. Before I leave, the Merchant Alliance held a banquet to cheer up the residents of the underworld who were discouraged by the previous attack. We invited all the nobles and the Lords of the nearby underground city.
Sir, please Sir Sherlock, if you are free, you can attend our banquet on time tomorrow afternoon. It would be great if you could bring your dance partner.
I love you, Onion City Lord.]
(py "Super Seminary Dragon Warrior": a fan, more than 100,000 words, tested the water and promoted it, please help)