Killer sequence guild, lounge.
The rebellious judge slumped on the sofa and drank crazily. The person next to him was also a figure to be dried up, and beside his feet was a pile of dried mineral water, physical recovery agent, and spiritual recovery agent bottles.
"The Desert dungeon is really hot." The man sitting on the far left was roasted with red cheeks, his eyes held a bottle in his chest and muttered to himself, "The game pool is still cheating. I can’t even buy water when I’m out of the store. I thought I was going to die of thirst in this copy."
"It's our carelessness." The rebellious judge rubbed his eyebrows. "I didn't expect to be trapped. There is not enough cooperation, mainly because we didn't bring enough things."
The man suddenly sat up in a daze, looked around, and said strangely: "What's the matter, why haven't the spades come back? Normally, he's been here in the lounge when we get out of the game. How about people today?"
"I bought a lot of strong acid fuel and entered the Ice Age copy." The rebellious judge said, and he smiled, "I'm hitting the [trueend] line."
The man next to him understood immediately, and went back limp, raised his head and sighed inexplicably: "How many times has this happened, hasn't he given up?"
The rebellious judge shook his head, seemingly amused: "I don't know, anyway, it's quite a few times. Every time I swipe the Ice Age poster before entering the game pool, the spades will glance twice more, feeling like whoever is a dazzling god. Hold on, I guess the spades jumped in and left us and ran."
"He has already hit the [normalend] line of the Ice Age." The man asked inexplicably, "Wouldn't the spades stop giving their eyes to the games they have won?"
"What attracts him to the [trueend] line of this game? Isn't it just a corpse collection task? How can he go wherever he goes every day? Does he have to type it out?"
Nishen raised his head again and poured a bottle of mineral water, as if he was moisturized, and he let out a sigh of relief: "I remember that in the Ice Age, the corpse collection mission of spades was only missing one piece each time. I remember that the difference was like the heart piece. I searched for it many times but couldn't find it."
"Anyway, you know the character of the person with spades. If you can't find it, you will always look for it. Let him go. It's time to temper your character."
The man bit the bottle with a complicated expression, and said vaguely: "The spades have to be tempered, so don't you want me to go back to the furnace and remake it?"
The rebellious judge held the bottle and looked quiet.
This person also became silent.
This sentence is a bit over the line-Nishen is the tactician who controls the overall situation, and there is no player's turn to question his decision.
It may be that he came for too short a time, and his temperament was not very sharp. He was far from the extreme character and behavior of other tacticians. He blended with the team so smoothly and silently, and often made these players forget the identity of this tactician.
But the tactician is a tactician after all, and the players should not be so offended.
The man opened his mouth: "Sorry."
"It's okay." Rebellious waved his hand carelessly, smiled broadly, and skipped the unpleasant topic. "You have been working with spades for a year. Can you tell me that he impressed you the most. What is the game?"
This kind of routine conversation is not the first time. After Spades can't smoothly integrate into the team, Rebellious will pull other teammates to talk heartily and ask them what they think of Spades from time to time.
The man held the bottle in his hand like Winnie/Nie and fell into deep thought: "In fact, every game has a deep impression, but to say the deepest thing, it is the game against Russell Cemetery."
Nishen recalled it for a moment, and quickly followed up: "Ah, that game, it was a terrible fight."
The person nodded with lingering fears: "It's more than miserable. Last year was the most horrible one. I thought the group would be destroyed when it hit the back."
Russell Cemetery's game against the killer sequence was a 16-in-8.
At that time, the strength of the spades was already prominent, and all parties were asking about this new player of unknown origin, but the most abrupt guild in these inquired about was Russell Cemetery—this guild did everything possible to unearth the black. Tao's secret, trying to dig out his weakness.
Russell Cemetery is the twelfth guild in the previous year, but this team is different from other famous teams. It has no star players and is not strong. Every year, the team members will change blood. Every year, they are new faces of stage fright. , There seems to be no place to remember.
Of course, I can’t say that. The only memorable feature of the Russell Cemetery team is that they like to abstain in the singles and doubles. Therefore, Russell Cemetery has been called the [Double Guns Team]. In order to do nothing after playing, first surrender and blow up the field twice.
But the team style of this team is surprisingly stable, and it can always make a blockbuster in certain battles, winning with one blow, and even defeating the star team.
Last year's killer sequence almost fell into the sand in front of Russell Cemetery.
In that game, the spades almost died—according to the fighting style of spades, Russell Cemetery found a player with skills that could restrict him, and let this player temporarily serve as the player against the killer sequence. Tactician.
—This is a very cruel skill to use.
As soon as the game started, Russell's team broke out quickly. They grabbed one of their team members and killed them forcibly.
Through this sacrifice, Russell's tactician forcibly activated his skills, turning the ground at the feet of spades into a big quagmire—this is his skill.
And this quagmire can neutralize all the attacks of a player, and can slowly kill the player by swallowing the player. It can be said that it is a skill of Baishi Bailing. The only drawback is that the use cost is too high-it requires sacrifice. Only one of your teammates can activate the skills.
The stronger the player's ability is swallowed, the slower the quagmire will be swallowed.
The spades held the quagmire, the negative buff that cannot be attacked, for a full seven days in the game. Their status changed from [attack] to [shield], so that the opponent was unable to fight back and trapped the opponent in a game impact map.
But finally it was time for the quagmire to swallow all the spades.
Half of Spades' face fell into the quagmire, and his teammates tried every means to get him out, kneeling beside the perilous quagmire and digging him desperately with bare hands, while digging against the opponent who came to sneak attack.
At that time, the hideous expressions on everyone's face in the killer sequence team made the audience unforgettable at that time.
Grim, anger, fear, and fear are intertwined, filled with a strong emotion that can't be spoken, muddy tears crisscrossing their twisted faces, and a muffled and crazy roar erupted from the Adam's apple—that's pure. , The fear of the coming [death].
Every one of them knows very well that if the spades die here, they will definitely be lost in this game.
And the spades did not have such fear, he just looked at these people calmly, the quagmire swallowed him bit by bit, and he said: "You can run away."
But still no one ran, someone howled heartbreakingly, going crazy with their opponents.
The game of spades still won.
The teammates burst out in fear and resisted Russell’s offensive line. After one of them broke out, he cut off the arms of the opposing tactician, disarmed him and couldn’t use his staff, and trapped the quagmire of spades. Skills are lifted.
The spades capable of attacking are invincible, so victory came naturally.
In that game, when the spades held the whip and crawled out of the bottomless swamp bathed in silt and blood, the whole field was boiled. They stood up as spades, just like crawling out of the abyss for this. The demon screamed and cheered.
He was covered with mud from top to bottom. The seven-day tug-of-war made Spades' body full of all kinds of dirt and scary wounds. Several broken bones were exposed out of the skin and were sharply supported. The muddy water mixed with blood clots hung on the bones and solidified.
Even with such an embarrassed posture, no one doubted that the final victory would belong to this embarrassed guy.
Ten minutes later, the spades stood in front of the collapsed and kneeling team on the opposite side. His expression was plain, holding a bloody whip in his hand, and the core game item symbolizing victory was held in his right hand by him. Drips on the mandible and knuckles.
The team at Russell Cemetery was trembling, and these first-time rookies begged for mercy and cried incoherently.
The spades, who are also newcomers, looked at them without saying a word, separated by the distance between the winner and the loser, the gap between life and death.
This is a game of life and death. They have used everything to figure out the spades, and the spades can kill them to vent their anger.
There was a burst of excitement in the audience, and someone screamed: "Kill them!"
"—Kill them!"
The people in the Russell Cemetery team closed their eyes in despair. They paid the price of others' lives for victory, but in the end they had to pay for their own lives for failure.
They thought they would die, and everyone thought they would die.
Finally, the spades asked them a question.
Spades' eyes were covered by mud-covered forehead, and he said: "You imposed death on your teammates, and our teammates tried their best to prevent me from dying, all because of fear of death."
"But when you put your life on someone else's body." Spades looked down at this group of people, and there was no emotion in the eyes hidden in the hair. "Can't you see that your fate of death is also tied together?"
The group looked up at the spades dumbly.
Spades waited quietly for the answer.
So the tactician whose arms had been cut off raised his head arduously and replied: "... It's not like that, we can all survive if we die alone. This is our tactic, and this tactic is effective, even at the beginning. Are you stuck in spades too?"
"This is to protect more team members! One person can save so many people!" He chattered and explained excitedly with tears, not knowing whether it was to persuade others or to persuade himself.
When he finished speaking, Spades nodded calmly as if getting the answer: "I see, you can't see your destiny."
"I will not kill you, you have your destiny, and your death does not belong to this place, nor is it my bestowal." Spades continued without any waves. "You will die in your own mud."
The tactician stared at the spades who turned and left, with tears in his eyes.
The spades didn't kill them in the end.
But not long after, the Russell Cemetery team was preemptively killed by the enemy team when they were preparing to perform the same trick again in the next league game to sacrifice their teammates.
The tactician drowned in the mire skill he was about to launch.
After recalling the original game, this person couldn't help but sighed: "I didn't understand what was thinking in Spades' mind from that time. If I was sure I was angry, I would just kill the group of people."
"But I think it's because of this." The man looked at the judge of the gods and said from the bottom of his heart, "Spades finally realized the importance of the team, so I will dig you over this year."
The rebellious judge meditated, and he suddenly said: "Actually, I also asked why Spades chose me to be your tactician."
The man asked curiously: "How does he answer?"
The rebellious judge smiled: "He said, I see your destiny is to be a tactician for me, and then die on the field."
The man sprayed water: "He said that directly in front of you?! This is too..."
Threatening the opponent with death like this in front of the prophet... As expected of you, spades!
"Correct, my skill is not prophecy. It's called [Listen to God's Words]." The judge of the gods shrugged, "Sometimes I can't tell whether he is a prophet or I am a prophet. This guy’s The intuition is amazing, and it works better than predicted."
"For example, this copy of [Ice Age], we have actually been there. The derivative of the unknown creature X that turns into a human is actually quite troublesome. Even I can hardly tell who is the real person and who is the monster. , Even if our ability is not low, it is difficult to move in this dungeon-because we can't find the target to attack."
The rebellious judge looked at the player sitting opposite him: "But do you remember how he cleared this instance when Spades was with us?"
The team member murmured: "As soon as he entered, he killed all the clones except us..."
The rebellious judge nodded: "Yes, as soon as Spades entered, he quickly found Edmund who was hiding in Fang Xiaoxiao's body. After killing the opponent, he stopped his conspiracy to use the particle device to affect the global climate. , You can achieve the main task of global warming, and then clear the customs."
"This is the [normalend] of this game." The rebellious judge spread his hands. "From the time we entered the game to when we found the spades next to a large number of duplicate corpses, he only cleared the level in less than 30 minutes. ."
"Don't you think it's curious? Why is this guy able to distinguish who is the person and who is the monster so easily? In this game, the monster is anthropomorphic to the point where we all suspect that we are true or false."
The man also touched his chin and started thinking, "Yes, how did you recognize the spades?"
"I asked him." The rebellious judge showed a bit of helplessness on his face, "Do you know how he returned to me?"
The man asked: "How did he get back to you."
The rebellious judge sighed deeply: "Intuition-he recognizes it purely by intuition."
"Although I don't want to admit that his instincts are so great, the spades have never deceived people." The rebellious judge sighed, "but this is even more troublesome. If the spades are to be integrated into the team, you must believe. My tactics are not his instincts."
"But if his intuition is so accurate, I have no way or confidence to persuade Spades to give up his intuition and let him obey my tactical arrangements."
The man twisted his eyebrows as he heard: "Is there a way for us to follow the instinct of spades?"
"I thought about it." The rebellious judgement took a deep breath. "But it's useless. Spades can't accurately express his intuition to us. His intuition is usually a momentary feeling. You have to capture it, etc. We reacted and he has ran to a place eight hundred miles away from us."
This person also seemed to think of the tragic life of chasing spades in the game, lying on the table unloved, and his tone of voice also began to be miserable: "--Just leave us to search in place."
"The main problem is communication. Spades can't say a few words to us and they start to lose their minds. I can't catch his attention even if I beat the gongs and drums." , His eyes straightened, "—Can someone come and let the spades open up and let him learn how to communicate with others..."
———
In the game, next to Ross's ice shelf.
After the spades packed his things, he tied the salute to the sled board, tied the safety rope to his waist and dragged forward. He bowed his head and took it out from the map he had placed on the liner of the jacket, and looked at the bead with his eyes. Confirm the next place to go on the map crumpled by the wind.
After going to the buoy point in Ross Sea, Spades went to dozens of points, and now the locations on the map have been cleaned up by him, leaving only a few locations.
In the end, his gaze swept across the map, landing at the south pole inland, and then slowly exhaling a white breath.
Edmund Observatory.
He remembered that this seemed to be the place where the player named Bai Liu logged in together.
After determining the goal, Spades pulled out the whip pinned behind his waist, adjusted the snowboard fixed on his feet, then leaned forward, his knees bent slightly, his eyes locked in a certain direction through the unstopped blizzard. Then simply swing his arms left and right to tart the snow noodles.
The whip hit the ground with a swing, and a thick layer of white snow was raised all over him. The spades made the whip act as a snowball fight. Using the huge reaction force of the fast whip on the ground, it glided quickly on the snow surface. There was almost an orange-red lightning bolt on the ground.
If the rebellious judge is there, and yell at the spades, don’t use such an expensive whip as a sled dog. Use the power of the whip to pull the sled!
But he is not here.
So the spades wore black goggles, bowed their waists and swung their whip from side to side, gliding smoothly, and soon disappeared in the wind and snow that swept across.
Taishan Station.
Bailiu and the others only stayed at Taishan Station for a while, and got out of it because of their unpreparedness. They snatched a helicopter parked outside, and flew away in the helicopter before everyone at Taishan Station found out.
The wind roared from the helicopter, and flying a plane in such weather with a visibility of no more than 30 meters was like dancing a pole dance on the death scythe. The plane could be destroyed and killed at any time.
But as the driver, Tang Erda couldn’t defy Bai Liu’s order—their tactician’s eyes were bright now, and he was about to pick up one hundred million in excitement. He even breathed slightly, and grabbed him on the back of his driving chair. The slender fingers tighten the whitening.
"Where to drive?!" Tang Erda roared and asked.
Bai Liu replied: "Edmond Observatory."