MTL - Vanguard of the Eternal Night-Chapter 153

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The mission is complete, and the old antiques still want to take him for two days in the opposite world.

To be honest, the customs of this world are very close to his hometown, which gives people a sense of subtlety to revisit – even if his hometown does not leave any good memories for him.

However, this has to be postponed for two more days, because as time goes by, the national race of the Star Ages is about to end.

The Vatican children got the fourth place, which means that the three people under the quasi-champion Odin are: Blush, Kyushu, Van Gogh.

And these three people have already lost under his sword, and he can go directly to the awards ceremony after he has finished his vacation.

Before leaving, Tyrone and Victor went to the hotel, the stronghold of an organization, to ask for a bet to win.

This time, no one dared to say to Victor that "you are waiting outside", and Xiao Yan can pretend to follow behind Tyrone without knowing, and walked in with an excited curiosity.

... Although there is not a good look inside, it is just a mystery that makes this underground stronghold look very tall.

When the two walked along the road, many assassins on the roadside were doing training, and some were being punished: there were long-distance running around the circle, and there were also push-ups.

Victor curiously looked left and right. When he saw someone familiar with it, he asked Tailun quietly: "Is that person a Vatican?"

Tyrone looked at an assassin's nephew who was doing push-ups and laughed and said nothing.

"Little scorpion" with a mask, a pair of eyes staring at the ground in a dead fish eye, doing ups and downs without fluctuations, doing sweating and shaking his arms - there are three incense burners burning on the back .

Victor sympathized: "It’s exhausted to watch. Training is really hard."

Tyrone is still laughing and not talking.

The little scorpion doing push-ups couldn't bear it, and looked up and shouted: "I'm not bothered! You are bothering! I am willing to be punished by the teacher!"

Victor: It’s really Vatican! ... It seems that it is not easy to learn the third strength of the national game...

After a while, next to an expressionless assassin, a whip slammed a vow of Van Gogh's ass: "No noise, no more."

Vatican: "..."

The fourth master of the national competition, which is well-known for its tens of thousands of people, is an official of the Vatican. When he just finished the game, he rushed to be smacked by the teacher.

The **** is a little bit painful.

Blue thin, mushrooms.

Go back and tell the old villains! ! !

Van Gogh's two nostrils sighed hard, and reluctantly resisted a sorrowful anger, bowed his head and continued to make a push-up.

In the end, Tyrone and Victor went back with a bunch of things, and their "guest key" had more than 20 days left, enough to come back for a honeymoon after the award ceremony.

It is worth mentioning that Tyrone put the dagger in the inner garden when he assassinated the count. At that time, he entered the wood for three points, and it was a beam made of hard wood. Later the guards used up the milk. The strength has not been pulled out.

This sword became a legend.

When Victor walked to the base, he heard very interesting rumors.

It is said that there is a mysterious sword in the inner garden of **** Castle. It is said that it is different from all other short swords. It will sing in the hands of certain people and at specific times.

It is also said that the original owner of this sword was an assassin master, but when he assassinated the count, he angered another legendary assassin, so the two assassins spent the full moon night and the forbidden shackles...

Others said: This sword is unknown, and the person holding it will eventually die. So an assassin gave it to the intrepid count, the count was cursed by the **** of death, and was shackled by the mysterious force on the beam of the house—the one that the short sword could not pull out.

......

Victor: "My God, there is something like this. Will this be a legend in the end? Is it really a good person to have it, like King Arthur's curry stick?"

Tyrone: "A new alloy sword that is just made in the base is estimated to be broken inside."

Victor: "..." The truth of the legend is inexplicably heartbreaking.

The next day, two people put on formal dresses.

The night of the championship is also very star-studded. This time, the amount of attention is not covered. The biggest national-level event in the league is once or twice a year. Countless household names have sent virtual interactive projections.

Everyone was very excited. The planet-level fireworks display on the artificial planet was last lit up. The crowd stood up like a sea and cheered, waiting for the champion to come on stage.

This year's champion Odin is very calm. It is entirely the gas field and style of the Gaolingzhi Iceberg God of War. He is sitting next to his side, and the two people are still chatting with each other easily, talking and laughing.

A camera aimed at them all the time. The photographers behind the camera whispered: "I have been amazed by my **** of war. I have been playing live games for several years. I saw such a calm champion for the first time."

"That is, this is Odin, the most powerful air combat expert in the e-sports circle, the belief of the Allied Assassin, and the first beauty of the e-sports circle..."

"I heard that someone has a million dollars to buy his signature photo. We are close to the water tower compared with the fans. Wait until I try to mix in and try. If you can get a lottery ticket?"

"Good idea, I will go too, do you think I can get his signature photo?"

"..."

The two photographers looked at each other and said a whisper: "Are you cocoa powder? Long-awaited, disrespectful and disrespectful."

The other said: "Hey, don't say it."

"You are really courageous, the extent of the big demon, this sergeant, even if he shoots more of him, he must be angry. You dare to chase after him to run, he does not tear you to blame."

"Oh, it’s too sad. Every time we mix in the rain gods to do underground activities, we dare not let the big devil know..."

On the public screen, the rain gods are infinitely brushing the screen, crying for the big devil, or the path of the gods passing by, or who is good... Finally, give them a little welfare, a little bit of sugar.

It’s too bad, and the people who are sad are crying.

Odin’s glorious resume is being read from beginning to end, and the death has resisted no laughter. His partner has already come from the regional competition. With his voice, the legendary experience of this player's contest is described as a long scroll, slowly unfolding in the void.

At this time, the husband and wife are also chatting.

Victor faced the camera, his face professionally smiled, and then turned over and said in a super-sounding tone: "What to do, my heart beats fast."

Tyrone calmly said: "Don't be nervous, I will go up for a minute. And are you not ready for me?"

Victor is even more nervous: "Is the standard speech line taken?"

Tyrone: "No."

Victor was nervous: "Oh, oh, I wrote more routines, you don't like it. It's normal. Are you prepared for something else?"

Tyrone: "No."

Rumble, Victor blows up: "That that day, what do you say! What to say! You can't still have a ‘no’ word!!!”

Tyrone laughed: "What does that say?"

——How can this old antique be so calm, wait a minute, but there are tens of millions of live broadcasters on the stage, and hundreds of millions of e-sports followers!

Victor wants to cry, and collapses: "Total... I always want to thank my parents, my friends, my colleagues, and so on. I also want to thank the organizers of the United Nations, and the Alliance for this opportunity... Anyway, this part is expressed. Political is correct and cannot be saved."

Teren Road: "The three words, ‘No, thank you’, do you think enough?”

"..."

what! Victor wanted to have a nuclear explosion in the same place, and swallowed all the audience and cameras in the field with mushrooms.

Two seconds later, Victor held back and said, "That, I have to talk about my own game experience. The special experience since I debut can also be, at least... Can you make a hundred words at least?"

Tyron looked over him, his dark golden eyes with a gentle and mysterious smile: "Special experience?"

- What kind of special experience do you want to hear from me?

Over a thousand years of life, more than a thousand years of loneliness and more than a year of warmth?

In the most fragile years, I lost all the retreats and voluntarily stepped into the darkness of the abyss. Since then, I am willing to hide my name and be the most loyal servant of silence.

Still rushing between blood and fire, life and death, rushing to the battlefield with all the time, then fighting, and then put down a beautiful blue bell flower?

Still looking at the impermanence of life and death, after the changes of the world, that emptiness and old seclusion time.

It is also the time that has been driven by the gods for six hundred years.

Or the illusion of being close to death countless times.

- Is this special for you?

- But for me, they are as dry as usual, this is my life.

What is really special is running, gaming, athletics and cheering in the spotlight. Everything in this era was a glory, no haze, no one died, and he died.

For Tyrone Oding, this is special and commonplace for them.

"There are a lot of things to say, but no one is necessary," Tyrone said.

He and Victor look at each other, Victor suddenly understands his mood.

Victor said: "That... share an achievement that makes you very happy... or a small matter. You can stand on it, anyway... everyone loves it is a day, 'no', then finished the testimony If you have nothing to do, you will bully the little scorpion to see people crying, picky food at home, and not show it, and look at the old antiques that make you look good every day..."

Tyrone teased him: "Do you not add a ‘Great Life?’?”

Victor blushes and swears: "I feel that I can take ‘Old Antiques’ and turn it into an 'old driver’...”

At the center of the planet, a bunch of neon lights suddenly hit.

The excitement and enthusiasm of countless people gathered in their eager eyes, like a flood.

Victor suddenly became nervous. He took a deep breath and arranged a collar for Tyrone. He said, "I...you know that I love you."

Tyrone stood up and bowed slightly, saying to him: "My happiest achievement, probably reading a book in the library that day, somehow, fascinated a small tail."

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