Chapter 102: The Warlock's Debt
As we all know, Warlock is an extremely strange profession. It is so strange that once the final boss is defeated, the first thing to do is to kick out all the living warlocks in the team.
It’s so strange that the warlock in the gold-making group will be charged double the money, and will be kicked out in the end...
Amazing...
"Nmd! I knew you were a spy!" Old Wei roared!
Adler quickly left the team and joined the team that Ye Xiu had temporarily formed. All the traps under the feet of the long-range professions were triggered.
Adler hit Yingfeng Buzhen on the back of the head with a club. What could a warlock who was stunned by close combat do?
I can think quietly about how to criticize others.
Jun Moxiao ran away, and Zhu Yanxia directly fired an anti-tank shell, connected with a satellite beam.
Adler sneaked up in an instant, his body became transparent, and he received another sneak attack.
【Kidney Shot】! 【Assassination】! 【Backstab】!
Just by listening to the name, you can tell what a despicable high-damage skill it is!
Yingfengbuzhen's weak body instantly fell to the bottom. This happened within just a few seconds. Yingfengbuzhen was hit by almost all the high-damage ultimates of the Gunner and the Thief. Even the orange weapon that provided high damage was called the Backstabber's Dual Swords...
"My Hand of Death!" Wei Chen's roar echoed throughout the entire Internet cafe.
Is it that the luck is too good or is the warlock's luck really too bad?
"Run, run, run, Brother Ye!" Adler stuffed the Hand of Death into his backpack, then sneaked away into the woods.
" What are you standing there for? Chase him!" Old Wei slapped a younger brother next to him on the head.
"Tsk, what are you still chasing after, Old Wei? Do you think your brothers can catch up with us?" Ye Xiu mocked mercilessly.
Wei Chen had already snatched the earphones from a boxer next to him: "Don't you dare talk nonsense to me? Hurry up and give me the Hand of Death back!"
"Oh, Xiaobai, what do you think of the attributes of the Hand of Death? I hope it's not the same as it seems?" Ye Xiu asked slowly.
"It's a very powerful silver weapon. It has personal critical hit rate, shortened cooldown, casting distance..." Bai Mo ran while looking at the attributes of the Hand of Death in his backpack.
"Nonsense, this is my hard work! Wait, Adler is a man!" Old Wei cursed: "You have known each other for a long time!"
"Um, I'm not familiar with him." Ye Xiu said tactfully.
"Bullshit! Why does this voice sound so similar to that Sebastian?"
"Fuck, that was me too. Boss Wei is so awesome. He can remember something after hearing it once." Bai Mo was shocked.
"…It's really you! Last time you stole my materials, and now you're trying to steal my silver weapons, right? Just wait for me, you're even using a voice changer to trick me!"
"Fake voice! That's fake voice!" Bai Mo corrected: "I, Bai Mo, never use a voice changer!"
The conversation between the two interrupted Ye Xiu's train of thought for a moment. After organizing his thoughts, he asked, "Old Wei, why bother? You don't need the silver weapon in online games, so just consider it a gift to an old friend."
"Bullshit! You can't use it anyway. That's my hard work! Do you know what hard work is?" Wei Chen cursed.
"Um, Boss Wei, I actually play a warlock."
Wei Chen was choked. No wonder his heart was so dirty. Just now he was thinking that it would be a shame not to play a warlock with such a dirty heart. It turned out that he was actually from the same family?
"Xiaobai, don't say anything yet. Where were we just talking about..." Ye Xiu felt a little headache.
Wei Chen and his companions were chasing after them. Seeing that there seemed to be a group of people rushing over here, Old Wei took a closer look and said, "Teams 2 and 3, go over there and stop the people from Jia Dynasty!"
"Ah? Boss, it seems that the people from the Jia Dynasty are here to chase them as well..." the younger brother asked in confusion.
"Didn't you hear that the boy is a warlock? What if the Hand of Death explodes again?" Wei Chen cursed in frustration.
"oh oh!"
"Honestly, Old Wei, are you willing to accept this?" Ye Xiu asked suddenly.
"Hahaha, why would I be unwilling?"
"real?"
"nonsense!"
"Really, Lao Wei?"
"A little bit……"
"Then come back."
"..." Wei Chen fell silent after hearing this. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "What can I do if I am unwilling? Go back? Go back to the professional arena? Don't tease me, Master Ye Qiu, I am already this old..."
"I'm only forty, it's okay."
"I'm thirty-one this year!" Wei Chen said in frustration.
“Oh, I remembered it wrong, I remembered it wrong, I remember you were already in your thirties back then…” Ye Xiu smiled and lit a cigarette: “Any ideas?”
"Ideas? What ideas can I have?" Wei Chen smiled bitterly. "There are more than 20 of us, and we can't even keep a thief and a gun. What other ideas can I have?"
How can I not have ideas? But can I really have them?
Blue Rain asked me to be a tactical advisor in the first place, but what I really want is to fight on the field!
It's just that I still can't let go, that's why I have the Hand of Death and these brothers around me...
"Actually, I can imagine that if I had lost three games in a row to a clumsy player, I would probably have made the same choice as you." Ye Xiu said calmly.
"Get the hell out of here! If you keep doing this I'm going to call the dog catching squad!" Wei Chen cursed angrily. This could be said to be the biggest pain in Wei Chen's life.
"It just so happens that I am still a little unwilling to give up and am ready to fight back. What do you think? Although your operation is not good enough, I am still very pleased with your lack of bottom line and awareness."
“Roll, roll, roll, roll!”
"Do you want to come back and win a championship?" Ye Xiu asked.
"..." Wei Chen fell silent for a long time before he spoke: "Don't tease me, Master. Besides , don't you already have a warlock?"
“Okay, Xiaobai, you must keep the Hand of Death well. It’s a relic of your predecessor…” Ye Xiu did not try to dissuade him.
"Shouldn't you try to persuade me again?!" Wei Chen was furious.
"Hiss, why do I need to persuade you... so troublesome? It would be better to leave it to our Xiao Bai." Ye Xiu said with some annoyance, and then his expression became extremely serious: "Wei Chen, I'm still unwilling to give up. I want to go back to the Glory Professional League and make a big fuss again, to add some vitality to the current somewhat dead professional circle. Are you willing to join me?"
Wei Chen remained silent. To be honest, he left in such a cool manner. If he really went back now, he would find it hard to bring himself to do so.
"Xiao Bai's route is completely different from yours, and you can also see what this kid is lacking in the team size. We really need you."
To be needed...
“Alright, alright, I’ll give you one last reason.” Ye Xiu said helplessly, “Your Silver Weapon has been kidnapped by us. If you don’t join us, I’ll let Xiaobai change his name to Wei Chen’s Will.”
"Bullshit, I'm not dead yet, and why didn't I know that Yinwu can change his name?!"
“Oh, that guy is an official designer of Honor. It shouldn’t be a problem if he helps the officials to smooth things over,” Ye Xiu said.
"I'll go ask right now!" Bai Mo said readily.
"Get out!" Old Wei cursed angrily.
"You can do it." Ye Xiu said calmly.
You can do it, you can do it, you can do it, these three words completely broke Lao Wei's heart. For some reason, Lao Wei suddenly had an urge to cry.
Blowing his nose hard, Lao Wei asked, "Is your goal to be the champion?"
“Is there any other goal more interesting than this?”
"Okay! I'm going to tell those little brats that the godly boy is back! Tremble!" Lao Wei sent a laughing emoticon using someone else's account.
"Have you decided?"
"Nonsense, isn't this your purpose? Why are you still talking so much!" Old Wei said disdainfully.
"Then we need to face a more realistic problem. With your lack of moral integrity, how can you make me believe that this is not a trick of yours to trick Yin Wu back?" Ye Xiu asked sincerely.
“That’s a real problem.”
