bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 212 The Birth of an Alien
"Don't worry, calm down."

Here is a spacious modern office, a pair of flamboyant calligraphy hangs on the wall behind the heavy solid wood desk, and there are nondescript tea ceremony suits on the table, which is very in line with the imagination of small and medium-sized entrepreneurs' offices.

The four big characters written in that calligraphy are kindness and wealth, but under the four big characters, a tall and thick man is holding the projection device in his hand, talking emotionally to the person on the other end of the phone.

This appearance has nothing to do with the words "harmony generates wealth".

This is naturally Tang Xiaobei—or, this is Tang Xiaobei's father, Tang Dongshan, who logged into the game using Tang Xiaobei's game device.

The ones on the other end of the call who advised him to calm down were naturally Sherlock Hook and Huang Ziwen.

"I didn't sign a contract with their company, maybe that's why I was allowed to create an account. Since they said it was server pressure, you can just wait!"

Huang Ziwen couldn't laugh or cry, since Tang Xiaobei started playing the game, he has always been on the top, and he often brags about how he can make a big splash, but today he learned that Sherlock Hook will be able to enter the game soon, and he was still aggrieved stand up.

"Damn it, did I not recharge the money or something, this broken game—"

He suddenly stopped in the middle of his words, because he suddenly realized that "Queyin" really didn't let him pay for it.

No deposit, no buyout.

"Right, they didn't let you spend money or watch advertisements, wait, it's nothing."

While persuading the other party, Huang Ziwen opened his own live broadcast room.

Today is the opening night of the server, and the heat is unprecedented.

During the closed beta, the live broadcast style of the ID Sherlock Hook was already quite distinct. It was an immersive, deciphering game with a strong sense of substitution, without emphasizing the positioning, techniques, etc. Content.

Today, those who came to the live broadcast room and waited for him to enter the game were all viewers who really cared about these things.

"Anchor, what do you think about Taka's promotional video last time?"

A barrage asked him this way.

Because the launch of the server was announced immediately after the Taka promotional video came out, Huang Ziwen really didn’t have time to make a special topic for this promotional film, and planned to wait for the server to open and read the reactions of Taka players before making more complete articles or videos.

"Hmm... I think there are a few points worth noting in this promotional video. Uh, light a mosquito coil."

Huang Ziwen turned off the camera, took out the cigarette case and bit it in his mouth, and called up the promotional video in the live broadcast room to start explaining each scene.

"First of all, let's see that the market at the beginning seems to be a very ordinary day, right? The people inside are selling all kinds of things. It can be understood as the country of Taka. How can he say that it extends in all directions, right? "

"Combining some of the conversations we had with NPCs in the game last time, and some information provided by players in Taka, we can know that Taka must be a big country for the Simeng I went to last time. So the picture of the market also shows that Taka is not only powerful in force, but also prosperous in trade."

He played a scene, and then paused at the part where the emerald mask looked at the monk on the street:
"Here, you can see that the status of these monks is very high. Passers-by treat them with a respectful attitude. I don't know if you remember a country called the Principality of West Asia in the inner side. In that country, religion also played a very important role. status, but the following picture expresses something else.”

The scene changed to the battlefield, and the unforeseen disasters suffered by the Taka monk soldiers who had taken the lead.

"It can be seen that the opponents on the battlefield are not uniform in terms of armor style and race. It can be understood that the country of Taka has the absolute strength to launch overwhelming wars against multiple countries at the same time. However, with such strength Under the circumstances, their army and even the monks revered by the people were killed, so..."

Huang Ziwen pinched his cigarette and closed the video window: "Therefore, the country of Taka must have fallen into turmoil, and it was a big turmoil covering the army and high-level officials. The decisive factors were the two Dai Mao The role of the mask."

The analysis came to an end, Huang Ziwen let out a long breath, stood up and moved his body.

Immediately, the service is about to start!

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"It makes sense. So, does Gao have torn face with the First Prince...?"

In the dormitory, Han Dongwen held the Xuanji disk and watched Sherlock Hook's live broadcast more attentively than anyone else.

On his desk was still lying quietly the woodcut faceless Buddha statue.

As the server was about to start, Han Dongwen was naturally as anxious as an ant on a frying pan, desperately trying to contact Prince Gao to confirm his safety, but there was no further news from the other party.

The faceless Buddha statue has really become a piece of dead wood at this moment.

"Forget it. After all, the Yunpo sword was also sent out to Simeng. I have changed the world line for the time being. I can only see what happens next."

Han Dongwen sighed, stood up and walked to the window.

The night is like ink, and it is quiet.

But if I didn't expect it, it was on this seemingly peaceful night that Simeng's border guards would encounter the Knights of the West Asian Church in Bailan Mountain.

The Taka split has already happened quietly, and it is believed that the rumors will soon be sent back to Simeng by the undercover agents of the injury department.

The world will be chaotic.

There will be chaos!
"The No. [-] machine is gone, so I should find some other way to get out of the palace."

Han Dongwen thought about it.

Since the Yunpo sword was taken out and the wreckage of the No. [-] machine was completely scrapped by the twisted demon wolf, although he seemed to have received some strengthening, it was not what he needed most.

He is still the lord of the country right now, so he knows how to punch and kick, but it is of no use for the time being.

What wanted to kill him was not some intruding assassin, but the overall situation that would be out of balance if he didn't pay attention.

The information brought by the No. [-] machine is undoubtedly incomparable to those fist moves.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Sherlock Hook's live broadcast on Xuanji's disk, and it became lively.

Han Dongwen's heart suddenly moved.

Since he can watch this person's live broadcast room, he still has the advantage of information.

He took two steps forward and grabbed the Xuanji plate, frowned and raised his eyes to look at the sky above his head.

Will the light come down?
"The character has been created! Can you see it, friends!"

The golden light flickered in the live broadcast room, and Sherlock Hook appeared again in the world of Que Yin.

Once again stepped on the land in the north of Simeng.

"Open! Open!"

On the forums and in the live broadcast room, excited words seemed to burst out with their own excited voices.

And Han Dongwen can know all the changes without checking the live broadcast room.

In the dark night sky, torch-like stars suddenly lit up, like a rain of nebulae that suddenly lit up, and golden lights came from top to bottom, connecting the sky and the earth.

The moonlight fades, just like the day!
Throughout the country, everyone was amazed at the spectacle in front of them. Beams of light fell from the sky, and individuals walked out of the beams of light.

They jumped for joy, looked around curiously, and ran.

Those who were born in the downtown area are only a few. In the deep mountains, forests, lakesides, and on the land of Simeng, the players descended like visitors from outside the sky, and started their own journey!
Han Dongwen took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cold winter wind, closed his eyes and stretched out his arms.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Nothing happened.

After a while, he showed a relieved smile and opened his eyes slightly.

Those eyes have become extremely determined, full of spirit.

"Snapped!"

The door of the sleeping hall was suddenly pushed open by Han Dongwen from the inside out, scaring the maid on duty at the door and the additional guards from the Ministry of Rest.

"Xuanguo Judicial Division, National Military Division, National Finance Division, and the Chief Division of the Three Divisions, enter the palace right now, don't push back!"

(End of this chapter)