Summon skeleton soldiers at the beginning

Chapter 335 The Protagonist Finally Knows That Mutated Skeleton Soldiers Are Players
The adjutant is with the acolyte and Zeratul every day, and she may know something about it.

Guo Teng decided to get some news from her first.

"Adjutant, how much information do you know about those five mutant skeleton soldiers, or players?"

"All."

"all?"

Guo Teng was surprised by the adjutant's answer.

What does all mean?
"Then do you know who summoned those players?"

"I."

"you!"

What's that?

What the hell?
you summoned

Guo Teng was a little dazed for a moment, and all the speeches he had prepared in his mind were blocked in the barrel of the firing gun and got stuck.

He had guessed Margaret.

Guess the acolyte.

Guess Zeratul.

But I never thought that the adjutant would do this.

Guo Teng was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say.

The adjutant electronic looked at him, the fire was flickering, but he didn't speak.

Anli Doyle, who was lying on Guo Teng's body, was confused.

"What happened to those players?"

"Xiao Tengteng, you seem to be very surprised."

Anli Doyle shook Guo Teng and moved his head towards her.

"Those players."

Yeah, what happened to those players?
What can they do, what can they do, what should they do.

Does it have anything to do with me?
It seems to be related, and it seems to be irrelevant.

The connection between myself and them is only one-sided.

What players can do, they can do themselves.

What players can't do, they can do themselves.

The player depends on himself, but he does not depend on the player.

The existence of players, for me, is more of a icing on the cake, rather than a timely help.

The real time of need was when he came to the mist world and fought against the tauren.

But at that time, his starting skeleton soldier was Zeratul, and it was impossible for ordinary players to go head-to-head with the tauren.

But no matter what, since players appeared, he should make good use of them.

Free labor is not in vain.

There are so many novels that summon players, but none of them exploit players like slaves.

But players are just as happy as fools.

No matter what others think, Guo Teng cannot shovel soil and dig sand every day like a fool.

Simulated reality games are not the same as ordinary computer games.

Ordinary computer games can solve many tedious things with one click.

But simulated reality games.

Sand digging, earth tomb project welcomes you.

To defeat the monsters, high-tech finance needs two debt collectors.

Assembly lines, electronics factories, 3500 people can't come in a month.

Simulated reality, this is not realistic enough.

It's fine if it's a fantasy sci-fi game.

People still play games so that they can cast spells and use skills.

Or drive on a futuristic spaceship and engage in cosmic battles.

People don't like simple and meaningless manual labor.

So, how do you use this group of players.

Wait, Guo Teng suddenly thought of a crucial question.

Whether the operation of a game is complex or not is closely related to its UI and operation.

The more fun the game, the more convenient the UI and the easier the operation.

So how are these players and their UI designed?
"Adjutant, show the UI you designed for the player."

A kind of terror beyond soul consciousness appeared on Guo Teng, constantly oppressing Guo Teng's soul.

The great fear and oppression made Guo Teng suffocate instantly, and his soul was frozen.

In the next moment, the oppressive feeling disappeared.

Anli Doyle disappears.

"Hoohoo!"

Guo Teng breathed heavily and fell to the ground.

Then, the whole person passed out.

The acolyte stopped Deathwing from wanting to help Guo Teng.

"Coincidence."

"It's good luck."

The acolyte's voice was full of joy, and then he picked up Guo Teng.

"Adjutant, it seems that you have already calculated."

"Then it's time for the master to accept the authority to 'die'."

There was a faint blue smoke in the acolyte's eyes.

Spread around.

"I hope the commander won't blame me when he wakes up."

The adjutant walked up to Guo Teng and tore off one of Guo Teng's hair.

"If the commander's body disintegrates, we need to create another body that can bear the souls of those stinky women."

"Hope things go well."

The adjutant clasped his hands together, not knowing who to pray to.

"Trust me, it will."

The monk hugged Guo Teng and disappeared into the Netherworld.

Deathwing, who turned into a black shadow, also disappeared.

Tuanzi appeared next to the adjutant.

"If he knows that we are such a fool, uh, help him."

"Do you think he will ravage us in all kinds of ways when he thinks about it in the future?"

The white eyes turned into long strips, which turned into waves.

Tuanzi thought about various tortures and frightened himself half to death.

The black body turns gray and white.

"In the endless reincarnations, I have not found any record of the commander ravaging us."

The adjutant's electronic eyes flickered twice, and after searching his own database, he spoke his conclusion.

"That's good, so I can rest assured."

The white eyes returned to a round shape and then turned into two arcs.

The gray and white body returned to black.

"However, it does not rule out that the commander deleted the relevant records."

"You know, even the greatest people will have relevant bad records and disappear in the long river of history."

The adjutant said to Tuanzi again.

"what!"

The black body turned completely white.

The white eyes also disappeared.

The completely paralyzed dumpling spread out on the ground.

But he didn't see the face of the adjutant looking towards the Netherworld.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

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Carrying an umbrella but not a knife on a rainy night: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Urgot under the cherry blossom tree: "What's going on? Are you excited?"

Clumsy De Potato: "What's the matter, what did you see on the roof on a rainy night and screamed?"

Carrying an umbrella but not a knife on a rainy night: "Monster! The monster is attacking the city!"

Carrying an umbrella but not a knife on a rainy night: "TMD, this monster must be worth around 3 at least. Where did this FMD come from? I'm so hasty. Will Deathstroke Town be unable to be defended? Will the monsters be able to guard corpses?" Are we going to be resurrected in the Necropolis?"

The Almighty Pandaren saw what he said in the team channel about carrying an umbrella without a knife on a rainy night. He climbed to the top of the city council's spire and looked into the distance.

Almighty Pandaren: "Nevermind, let alone 30, I believe [-]."

Almighty Pandaren: "Damn it, I take back what I just said, I also believe the damn 300 million!"

Zhang Zihan, Zhang Hao, and Zhang Mingjun were shocked at the words of the Almighty Pandaren.

It may be fine to bring an umbrella without a knife on a rainy night. I just made a joke to amuse everyone.

But Brother Panda has never made strange jokes, and he seldom even said sarcasm.

Generally, it can kill you and never BB. When it’s rainy night with an umbrella and no knife, when you provoke the Almighty Pandaren, you are usually KOed by the Almighty Pandaman twice and then guarding the corpse in the cemetery.

In the end, he begged for mercy with an umbrella and no knife on a rainy night before giving up.

The remaining three people climbed up to the top spire of the City Council, the tallest building in Deathstroke Town, and looked towards the place where the all-powerful Pandaren was watching on a rainy night with umbrellas but no knives.

The gray and black sea that spread to the end of the horizon was steadily approaching the town of Deathknell.

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