Global Monster Online

It’s late at night. In the daytime, in front of the gate of the castle lord’s fort, which is crowded with people, the long street where players swarm like carp has become extremely quiet at this moment, but there are still three or four kittens holding their positions, but the number of people is indeed too large. Less, even if it is possible to gather together to form a shadow, it always gives people a sense of powerless struggle.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blows by, pulling up the dust and leaves on the ground, slowly rolling into a whirlpool, adding a hint of sound, and at the same time suppressing some untidy comments.

There are probably only more than 1,000 people left.

And in the middle of the night, people continue to leave quietly.

In the evening, some sounds came out from nowhere, exposing some dark history long before listening to the wind city.

Once, the city lord here, in order to regain the occupied Tingfeng City, was born to death, and almost died in the course of the battle. In the end, Tingfengcheng successfully recovered. But the good times are not always good. Because of the problem of the distribution of benefits, a group of players who listened to the Windy City at the beginning turned out to be frantically assassinating the city lord.

It seems that this city lord is also a person who is kind to others, but after that assassination, the city lord’s heart is chilled, and he no longer trusts the humanity after the catastrophe. In anger, all the players are expelled from Tingfeng. city.

"Desperate hard to regain the occupied city, but in the end betrayed. If it was me, it would be so unpleasant!"

"After great sorrow and joy, there will be great changes in temperament, and great changes in human nature after the catastrophe. Under such circumstances, it is rare to be able to save a heart to save the dead, but after all, it was ruined by some villain...Oh."

The speeches gradually expanded.

Two-thirds of the players who migrated for the first time are old and weak or vice-professionals. It's just a group of elite players rushing forward, playing democracy. Inspired by the slogan of oppressing the migrating players, and gradually formed a momentum.

It seems that most people do not blame the others, right?

But if there are people who are "I would rather let the people of the world take me", then that really hasn't been withdrawn.

"Speaking of it, I heard that Wind City is also the city of the fifth-level gods, right? Although it is a cooperation with the Capital of Tianfu this time. But I heard that this time the City Lord Luo of the Capital of Tianfu took the initiative to propose..."

"Listening to Windy City's record of defending the city with zero mortality, if you let it go, even if you can't form a guild, many people are willing to rush into it, right?"

That is it at all. Elite players, powerful. Well equipped, no matter what kind of city you are in, you can go there, right? But what about the old and the weak? What should I do if I can only rely on my sub-professionals? Without such a city of choice for peace of mind, how long can we live in peace?

"Damn guild, I'm the only one who cooks in a restaurant, madam, and I don't rely on that kind of ghost to eat at all!"

"I bought low-end fur from the players. The tailor who made clothes for the aborigines just wanted to live a stable life... I can't stay in this place anymore!"

"There are still bear kids at home waiting for me to go home to cook. I'm not getting involved!"

In the dark. A pair of eyes watched the departure of one person after another, secretly anxious. After being silent for a long time, he quietly concealed into the shadows, and quickly left from the surrounding alleys.

Of course, it just makes people feel that he is also a person who can't keep going.

The man quickly turned left and right, and then came to a residential area. Quietly touched into one of the inconspicuous rooms.

In this house, a faint light suddenly lit up, and finally the appearance of the person was clearly seen. It was a young man with an ordinary face.

At this time, in the room. There is also a middle-aged man frowning.

The middle-aged man said with dissatisfaction: "If there is something, just tell me directly by e-mail. Why are you here? Are you afraid of being exposed?"

The young man shook his head and said: "Some things can be explained clearly in the email? Besides, where I have been standing all day and night, I can't help but rest? Seriously, the situation is not good now."

The middle-aged man nodded and sighed: "This matter has been notified to the top for the first time."

"Then... what does the above mean?"

"Wait." The middle-aged man was just one word.

The young man's face was taken aback, and then he said with dissatisfaction: "Wait? We have done so many things, but in exchange for a word?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "If you don't want to wait, you can quit."

The young man sneered: "I have done so many things. Now let me quit and get nothing. Are you kidding me?"

The middle-aged man said unmovedly: "Then you don't stop talking nonsense to me. As long as you do things well, it will definitely benefit you!"

The young man shrugged, suddenly poked his head forward, and whispered: "In the end...who is the so-called top? I have been in this organization for a long time, but I have never known the boss behind it."

The middle-aged man said indifferently: "The time has come, and I will introduce you. Just do your own affairs. I promise, as long as you are faithful enough, there will always be time to see."

The young man rolled his eyes twice noncommittal, and suddenly said, "There are fewer and fewer people now. I guess there will be no more than five hundred people who will be able to stay at dawn tomorrow. And I think this city lord really dares They drove people away. To be honest, there were several people who came out of Tingfeng City in the past, and I have confirmed this from their mouths."

"Those few people are reliable?"

The young man nodded and said, "I have known each other for more than a year. If it weren't for this situation again, they would not be willing to mention the original thing. After all, the impression was too deep, saying it was like a nightmare."

The middle-aged man frowned and groaned: "Unexpectedly, it is really a hard bone."

"Then what do our people do now?" The young man said worriedly: "If the city lord finds that there are still people at the door early tomorrow morning, it would be difficult to get people out of the house because of a temper. It seems that our capital of Tianfu hasn't gotten ready yet. When it comes to the surrender order? It’s easy to come out and difficult to go back."

The middle-aged man patted his forehead, paced in the room, and sighed after a moment: "Let the people go away. It is meaningless to stick to it. Only a few hundred people can't make it. I will do this. Report it in its entirety, and then make a decision later."

"Okay, I am too sleepy. I will sleep for a while and call someone at dawn." The young man said, walking directly into another room and fell asleep.

The middle-aged man gave a wry smile, but didn't contact the so-called superior immediately. This matter was given full authority to let him take the lead, and he had an unshirkable responsibility for the development of the matter to this point.

"I don't have enough information... If you knew that there is still such a piece of history, you shouldn't use this radical method to say anything." The middle-aged man sighed long.

He wandered around in the room for a moment, then suddenly did it, lowering his head and closing his eyes.

When the player does this action, it is not to close his eyes and rest up his mind, but to operate the mail space wholeheartedly.

At this moment, a dark shadow quietly approached the middle-aged man. He landed silently, like a ghost, and even under the warm light, his black eyes still gave people a cold feeling... This feeling, even with a pair of half-section equipment, could not be concealed.

The figure quietly took out the small bottle that had been filled with dark green liquid from the personal space. He pulled out the small bottle and handed it to the middle-aged man's nose.

At this moment, the middle-aged man didn't even open his eyes, but frowned instinctively, and he fell down.

The figure quickly followed the middle-aged man, so as not to make a sound when he landed on the ground. The middle-aged man had passed out in a coma at this time, and this figure quietly touched into another room and caused the other young people to pass out in the same way.

Then, the figure walked out again, walked to the middle-aged man's side, stretched out his hand to pinch his neck.

But seeing that the middle-aged man showed a painful expression, the figure's arms trembled slightly, as if trying to restrain it, but he pinched the middle-aged man's neck and continued to increase his strength.

Seeing that the middle-aged man's face had turned blue, the figure's arms trembled further away, as if he was also struggling.

In the darkness, a faint sigh suddenly came out, "It's just a comatose prey. Does that excite the addiction in your heart?"

The figure shook all over, and the five fingers suddenly loosened. The middle-aged man fell to the ground, still not waking up, but breathing slowly and smoothly.

"If you don't know how to control your heart, one day you will be swallowed by your own madness, and eventually you will become a monster who only knows how to kill."

While waiting gently, Zhao Nan sighed softly, stretched out his hand and patted the figure's shoulder, "When that day comes, I don't mind to end your life with my own hands."

"At that time, please kill me."

The figure said faintly, it seemed that it did not contain any feelings... or sorrow, the kind of sunset is infinitely good, just the sorrow of the dusk.

Zhao Nan shook his head, "Take people out of the city."

After all, Zhao Nan walked away quietly, truly erratic.

Soon after, outside of Tingfeng City, the middle-aged man was brought before him, and then left on the ground casually.

Zhao Nan sighed heavily, took out several bottles of weird potions from his personal space, and poured them into the middle-aged man's mouth.

Soon after, the middle-aged man woke up from a leisurely turn. It's just that his eyes are a little blurred, and his reaction becomes very slow, just like a drunk person.

"You...who are you?"

His vision even became blurred.

Zhao Nan opened his five fingers in front of the middle-aged man at this time, and a gray light enveloped his entire head.

Magic words!

After a while, the middle-aged man's eyes were empty and he was already under the control of Mo Yan.

Zhao Nan chuckled and knelt down, "Well, it's time for interrogation..."