Chapter 117

I agree with the idea of Halik. All aspects of evidence show that Nasha is by no means as simple as an ordinary Wild Mage. "After that, Nasha begged to learn spells with me... Haha, now that I think about it, I was really arrogant. I really thought I would be some kind of genius magician, so I agreed..." After learning about Halik and Nasha After's incident, Moria began to think about another question, that is, why did Nasha hide his strength and identity to get close to Halik, and why did he abandon him in the end? Was her replacement of Great Blood a temporary move, or was it a premeditated move? If it was the latter, when did she start planning? Moria didn't think about these issues for too long. The most important thing now is to find the whereabouts of the other party and get the lost Great Blood back. Chapter 121 Players Leicester Public Security Bureau, Old Town Branch. The turbid red blood spread slowly on the ground, creating a strange and bloody picture. At this time, Security Bureau was in chaos and lifeless, with only the lingering smell of death and blood. All the people wearing Peacekeepers clothes fell into a pool of blood. Their faces were ferocious, their eyes were full of fear, or their throats were brutally torn open, or their hearts were stabbed cleanly. "It's just a bunch of fish. You don't have much experience if you kill them all." A man with a rapier on his waist and his whole body hidden under black clothes complained. "No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it's still meat. If you don't want to eat it, just give me the head. When the fight just started, you were the most aggressive in snatching the head." The speaker was another living person. His clothes were normal, but he was three meters tall. He had a burly figure and a wide frame, but his appearance was incompatible with his figure. It was weird, "And these trash fish are quite rich, enough to make back the money I spent on materials during this period." Sting-sword Man snorted coldly. He didn't have the habit of touching corpses. Anyway, he would always get a share when the spoils were divided in the end, just because his DPS was the highest in the team. "Are you done?" came another voice. At the same time, a middle-aged elf walked in from outside the Security Bureau. He looked like a wealthy businessman or gentleman, but the Magic Pocket hanging around his waist showed his extraordinary status. "Absolutely." The tall and burly Highland Race muttered, "Where's Guild Leader? Are you going to arrange the ceremony or is he going to arrange it?" "That's enough for me." The elf said, and then took a look at the miserable scene. Field, "Fuck, you guys are such beasts. Guild Leader didn't even let you kill people, but you slaughtered them all?" Hearing this, the Sting-sword Man and Highland Race players who had created this scene looked at each other. "It's just an NPC, just kill it and you'll get the experience for free." "Why are you pretending? It's not like you haven't killed anyone before. I won't give you any money later." The elf player became angry and yelled, "You haven't seen how much money you have, have you? I don't know how living sacrifices compare. Are dead sacrifices useful? You slaughter them all and I use you as sacrifices? "They are a regular game studio. Can they have some order and professionalism? They kill NPCs and grab things at will. What if a handful of watermelons are lost? "Just think of a way." Sting-sword Man gloated, "Aren't you claiming to be the brains of the team? There are so many passers-by on the street, just pick a few." Highland Race player awkwardly acted as peacemaker, "The team is important. The team is important. Don't get into internal strife before the mission starts. At worst, I'll catch a few NPCs for you, and I'll find you whatever type you want." Only when profit sharing is rewarded, do they only have the so-called team in their eyes, right? The elf was dismissive. He must report this matter to Guild Leader. As for whether to deduct wages or kick him out of the studio, that was Guild Leader's own decision. Anyway, the elves want them to get out, and the studio is short of skilled players, but players who don't listen to orders and always have their own ideas should just be a lone wolf. "Someone in the forum exposed the mission, please pay attention." While speaking, the elf was always paying attention to the expressions of the two people. Guild Leader found him secretly as soon as he learned about the major events on the forum. Logically speaking, only their studio knows the details of this mission, and even clearly knows the time and place. Only by relying on Guild Leader, the boss of the internal beta test, to connect with the strongest local family, could they have this mission and the chance to obtain the artifact. In other words, the person who exposed the task is likely to be an insider in the studio. The only strange thing is that if it was an insider, why didn't he sell the information and instead choose to publish the mission on the forum? Would this do any benefit to that person? All in all, Guild Leader was very angry about this matter. If it weren't for the upcoming mission, he would have gathered everyone in the studio to catch the mole. After all, it was the first artifact in the game, and it should have been easy to win. According to the current terrifying popularity of this game, even if you waste everything to sell the artifact, it will be a big deal with the sea view in the city center. The profit sharing alone is enough for him to earn a year's salary in the studio. It's a pity that this opportunity was strangled to death by the mole, damn it! "What else is there? Damn, what's going on with the forum right now? Can I log off and take a look?" "What should I do? They're not all going to steal our things, right?" The elf paid attention to the expressions and movements of the two people, and couldn't see anything unnatural. It seemed like the culprit was not the two of them, which was a pity. "Guild Leader said he would find a way. Now just follow the original plan and don't mess with things." Players Sting-sword Man and Highland Race nodded repeatedly. Now it's a different situation. If they really gave up the mission because of their small personal mistakes, the studio's liquidated damages alone would be enough to compensate them to death. Seeing their attitude change, the elf cursed in his heart. He took out an old scroll from his pocket. The scroll was tightly entangled with gray thorns, and a faint magical sheen could be seen flowing through it. This is a rare item obtained from the Lagoven Family at a huge price. For this task, the studio has spent a lot of money. The elf tore open the thorns and poured all the magic into the scroll. A thin layer of Gray Mist began to spread slowly, "Go and get some sacrifices, the more the better. Remember, I just want to live." The elf ordered in a cold voice. Only the most vivid sacrifices can erupt with the strongest negative emotions when facing the ritual before death. That is the key to the formation of the ritual. On the other side of the city, in a cafe, Bai Lu was also facing a choice. "Senior Bai, just think I'm begging you, give us a hand!" She also saw the post on the forum after she went offline. According to her personality, she would definitely not get involved in this kind of thing. There are countless powerful players, and Bai Lu would not think that just because she had participated in the closed beta, she was superior to others. There were so many players leaving comments under that post, so even if she wanted to get involved, she wouldn't get much benefit. But now...Bai Lu looked at these high school players and felt a headache for a while. Her classmate would really create problems for her. It would be really difficult to have her sister, an outsider, instead of taking care of her. Forget it, just think of it as playing games with your children. Bai Lu nodded helplessly in agreement, "It's okay if you want to join in the fun, but you must... forget it, as long as you are happy..." Then several people cheered immediately, causing everyone around to look over, and Bai Lu glanced out the window uncomfortably.