MTL - Your San Value is Zero-Chapter 511 Play-In Day 1

The first day was basically a feast for the local contestants, who overwhelmingly killed the low-level players. The players were crushed out before they had time to make a show, and all the local contestants whose strength reached the gold level advanced.

The nobles who didn't know the structure of the player group regained their confidence. Since yesterday's scene was just an isolated phenomenon, they always believed that the information about the Prell family was false and true.

After all, the so-called Prell family has a large number of people, and it is normal for one or two of them to be different from ordinary people.

For the players, the only game to watch became the game that gathered a large number of low-level players and was manipulated in the dark.

[Ghost Shadow from the Heart] Arrived at Golden Eagle Fort late, but because of his fun-loving performance and behavior, he was predicted to be a player who would retire due to timidity, and was transferred from the latter division to this dark-box operation division by Berkeley .

When the local forces collect information, they will match the portraits of the corresponding characters. [Ghost Shadow from the Heart] will manifest bat wings every time it shows its strength. In Berkeley's opinion, this kind of information is nonsense, otherwise yesterday's parade would have impressed him deeply, and similar information was directly ignored by him.

And he judged based on the collected normal information that [Ghost Shadow from the Heart] is a little-known little man in the Prell family, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

But if he had personally experienced the power of [Ghost Shadow from the Heart] before the game, he would definitely not have made such an oolong operation.

Thousands of people were teleported into the arena, and two gold-level local contestants quickly assembled, surrounded by eight silver-level peak powerhouses.

These people are well-known front-line adventurers in the three kingdoms, and can be compared with the five adventure kings of the Houliwater Kingdom. Obviously, they have great ambitions, and they want to take all the promotion places in this competition area while eliminating the players.

As soon as the ten players entered the arena, they started killing and killing all the players in sight on the spot. Even if someone showed an attitude of surrender, they were all ignored by the colluding players and referees.

A player saw his teammates being brutally killed in the distance, and his equipment was turned into fly ash. He hurriedly typed gg, "I surrender! I retire!"

However, the exiting light curtain fell at an abnormally slow speed, and instead became a searchlight marking him.

Ten people rushed over quickly, and a ball of fire wrapped him up, melting him and his equipment into slag.

The players outside the arena immediately noticed the shady scene, and the friends of the contestants were filled with righteous indignation.

What they were angry about was not the death of their companions, but the destruction of their companions' equipment before they died.

In Berkeley's view, their current attitude is to be angry at the death of their companions. When there are more killings, their eyes will not only show anger, but also panic and fear.

right!

This is how to kill!

Kill them until they are terrified!

Kill them until they retire!

Berkeley was quite proud of his wise move, and the stasis accumulated in his heart dissipated a lot.

"They're heading towards area a2. People from the Heavenly Punishment Legion have come to gather in area d8. Calling you can contact all the players." [Ghost Shadow from Heart] I didn't choose to face them head-on when I first came up, only by myself Gold rank, it is difficult to deal with two gold ranks and eight silver peaks at the same time.

In Berkeley's field of vision, all the players were fleeing in all directions, and no one dared to confront the killing team he had arranged, which made him feel a little more at ease.

Ten local contestants also witnessed yesterday's parade. They were relatively cautious at first, but they were not hindered in the process of killing half of the players.

They also gradually despised the players in their hearts, and their attacks became wide open, and they no longer had any scruples.

The two gold-level contestants quickly reached the score requirements, and at the same time they were promoted, they left the battlefield and were teleported back to Golden Eagle Fort.

Berkeley frowned slightly, complaining that the two of them didn't know how to control points, and he couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied with the behavior of the two contestants.

But when he turned his head and thought about it, the ten people just killed all the members of the Prell family without doing their best. Now even if there are two gold-level contestants missing, it won't have much impact, so I feel relieved.

Seeing the promotion of the two leaders, the other eight people were taken aback for a moment, but then felt that it didn't matter.

The strongest players they encountered along the way were only Bronze Level 1, and they couldn't make waves in front of the team composed of eight silver peaks.

[Dawn]: "Give it up, the two gold ranks have been promoted. The points of the remaining eight are also very high, and you can get enough points if you eliminate two."

[Ghost Shadow from the Heart] was still gathering manpower when he suddenly received a private chat message from [Dawn].

What?

The two gold ranks directly left eight people behind.

And the remaining eight players have high points.

[Ghost Shadow from Heart] Immediately regained his spirit, most of the players who entered the game were bronze-level players. Originally, he was still having a headache on how to deal with the ten-man team.

Now it's easy. With my third-level gold strength and Big Eyeball's trusteeship operation, it is definitely more than enough to deal with eight silver-level adventurers. And it can help seven people to be promoted together.

The group of players who were massacred by the ten contestants was not in vain. Some of them had already found out why they came because they had hit the Appraisal Spell before they died.

Help the Duke of Berkeley to collect debts, then let him know the consequences of collecting debts from players.

[Ghost Shadow Congxin]: "Go to Berkeley's handicap and help me see which players have the highest odds of being promoted in this game, and send me all the names."

[Dawn] received the message from [Ghost Shadow from Heart], and immediately sent the nicknames of more than a dozen players with high odds.

Among them, the odds of [lumbar muscle strain] are unique and ridiculously high.

"1 to 150? [Lumbar muscle strain] is there? What's wrong with you? Why are the odds so high?" [Ghost Shadow Congxin] wondered.

[Lumbar muscle strain] is considered an old player. Some people who know the Tianzhu Legion gathered around [Ghost Shadow from the Heart] early in the morning.

"Ahem~" He coughed twice and said weakly, "It may be because I accidentally twisted my lumbar spine when I took off the waist armor before, and I was seen when I was crawling in the city, so those npcs are all worried about my disability. Encouraged, and then skyrocketed my odds."

[Ghost Shadow from Heart] Soon I remembered who this guy was.

Crawling around the city with a broken lumbar spine, the embarrassing thing can still make him so fresh and refined.

Back then, he was also the first batch of players in the closed beta.

To this day, it still stays at the bronze level, and has already been thrown out by several blocks by the original companions. I can still insist on playing until now, and I think I am also a true fan of this game.

[Ghost Shadow from the Heart] sighed in his heart, but after thinking about it carefully, maybe this time is his chance to rise.

150 odds, if you buy him all. With the financial resources accumulated by the Tianzhu Legion during this period, even the Grand Duke can bankrupt him.

[Ghost Shadow from the Heart] was very excited, and immediately sent a message to [Dawn]: "We can advance by buying [lumbar muscle strain] in full. By the way, be optimistic about Berkeley's treasury and people, and Berkeley will not run away when it loses money." Let him lose money honestly, and control him if he dares to run away. Also, check his territory information. When the qualifiers are over, we will take over his territory with [lumbar muscle strain], hehehe!"

【Dawn】: "Are you sure you can do it?"

[Ghost Shadow from Heart]: "Don't worry, as long as [lumbar muscle strain] advances, we have the name to mess with him."

【Dawn】: "This business is good! I'll arrange someone to follow you now."

[Dawn] Don't ask any more questions, and hurried to gather the guild players, some of them were in charge of buying the gamble, and some of them ran to follow Berkeley and his men.

Outside the arena, Berkeley also received a message from his subordinates. When he learned that the [lumbar muscle strain] that he was optimistic about not being able to advance to was bought in a large amount, he felt a faint feeling in his heart.

But the amount of the purchase this time is still within his tolerance. After all, the Grand Duke of Berkeley is a duchy with a matching title. Obviously [Ghost Shadow from the Heart] overestimated the financial power of the Tianzhu Legion, and underestimated the financial power of a well-deserved duke.

But before he issued an order to greatly adjust the odds of [Lumbar Muscle Injury], another large amount of money was injected, all of which were determined to be able to advance to [Lumbar Muscle Injury].

The instigator of this purchase was 【Pickup Soldier】.

As the player who focuses most on running businesses and developing financial resources among the players, she has already dredged up the basic information network between the players and the aborigines, so as to help her grasp the distribution of power of the aborigines and the basic information that is not highly classified among players. .

Since someone is taking the lead, let's work together to make waves.

After the big buy-in ended, Berkeley saw [Ghost Shadow from Heart], who had been hiding all the time, lead dozens of players to kill eight silver-level contestants.

"Hmph, instead of retiring from the competition, you'll throw yourself into a trap." Berkeley's eyes were flushed, and he contacted eight silver-level contestants, "Give me the cruelest way to kill them!"

Soon, the eight silver-level players saw dozens of players rushing towards them, and immediately understood what Berkeley meant.

Several people showed a fierce look on their faces, and looked at everyone with gloomy eyes.

The veins on the soldiers' necks were bulging, and they showed contemptuous smirks.

The mystic was concentrating on concentrating his spells, ready to block the players' retreat when they got closer.

However, before the eight people could make a move, [Ghosting from the Heart] had already disappeared from everyone's field of vision with both wielding wave swords, and the soldiers in the front row only felt terrified.

When he reappeared, he had already come to a soldier.

good…

So fast!

This definitely has gold level strength!

Several people were terrified, but before they could make a parry move, three of them were already cut into human sticks.

They writhed and howled like maggots, twisting their torsos.

The hissing voice suddenly made Berkeley feel bad.

Before the three of them voluntarily abstained, [Strain of Lumbar Muscle] had already rushed to make up the knife.

The minds of the two sticks were dominated by fear, and they both forgot that they still had the right to surrender.

Those who did not wear the life-saving props were humiliated and killed by [lumbar muscle strain], and the last person triggered the life-saving props.

However, he was just a human stick when he exited. Possesses the peak strength of silver, but has no power to protect himself. What awaits him may be more painful than death.

[Lumbar muscle strain] While being promoted, he also received two extremely rare large soul ingots.

As the light curtain left the competition area, he was pleasantly surprised. Now he only has Bronze Level 8 strength. After absorbing two soul ingots, he will definitely be promoted to Silver.

Although he can't keep up with the top players, he can be regarded as a member of the high-level players.

Berkeley's heart throbbed, his mind went blank, and the world seemed to be spinning.

No need to look down, the fact that this person was promoted has already been dusted, and the rest is not important.

The remaining five people in the arena panicked instantly, [Ghost Shadow from Heart] didn't give them the slightest chance to surrender.

The Undulating Sword flashed past, the two were chopped off at the waist, and one of them became a human stick. In the end, the two came back to their senses and wanted to surrender and withdraw.

But the referee tampered with the game at the beginning, and the curtain fell extremely slowly when he surrendered and left the field.

The referee didn't react until then, but when they finished adjusting the falling speed of the light curtain, one person had already been cut in half by [Ghost Shadow from the Heart], and then surrounded and killed by the other players.

When the other person withdrew, he had only one arm left. As soon as he returned to Golden Eagle Fort, he fell to the ground and howled, clutching his shoulder-length wound.

The remaining three adventurers did not notice the change in the falling speed of the light curtain. At this time, they were ashamed, knowing that even if they surrendered, they would not be able to survive after returning.

"Here, give us a good time." One person said in a deep voice.

The three simply waited silently for the player to kill them.

Three more players were promoted and left.

There are only five places left, [Ghost Shadow from the Heart] and four black iron players with higher odds will open the master core they found, and wait for the countdown to reset to zero.

Other players stood around to guard a few people, and did not try to compete for places.

Unaware players approached slowly, and decided to abstain after learning the reason.

Even if they wanted to fight, it was impossible for them to defeat [Ghost Shadow from Heart] who possessed gold-level strength.

In the end, this farce ended with [Ghost Shadow from the Heart], [Lumbar Muscle Strain] and six black iron players advanced.

The Duke of Berkeley, who was still a little graceful at first, overturned the round table in front of him and yelled at the screen regardless of the strange sights of the spectators around him.

This loss is enough to make him lose 80% of his property and 50% of his territory, even as a duke, he cannot afford such a loss. If you just admit it and go back like this, those ambitious sons will definitely take the opportunity to make trouble, and the rest of the people will also be alienated.

Berkeley kept on doing nothing, and began to pack up his belongings and prepare to run away.

When he returned to the territory of his principality, even if the so-called Prior family complained, they would definitely not dare to come to his territory to make trouble.

As the Duke second only to the three nobles.

In his principality, he is the king and he is the law. Even if all the members of the Prell family who dared to make trouble were killed, the royal family would punish him symbolically for the sake of guarding the frontier and balancing with the Eastern Kingdom.

But before Berkeley drove out of his mansion in Fort Golden Eagle, he received bad news from the spies.

There are a large number of Pryor family members wandering outside the upper city, and the badges on their bodies are the same as those who just beheaded the eight silver peak adventurers.

Berkeley is very regretful now, regretting why he got involved in this kind of thing, regretting why he came to watch the **** brave challenge in person.

Counting all the three kingdoms, he is the only duke who is free enough to visit the Golden Eagle Castle in person, and the rest of the families are at most second-generation heirs.

The two gold-level contestants half-kneeled below, and Berkeley looked at them with killing intent in his eyes.

But these two were also well-known elite soldiers in the Houliwater Kingdom. Although their status was high, they did not have the right to dispose of them at will, so they could only yell at them.

"In the next group arena, we will let that guy know what happens when he offends you."

Although the two were half kneeling, their voices were neither humble nor overbearing.

Berkeley squeezed out the word "huh" from the tip of his nose, "If he walks out of Golden Eagle Castle alive, I won't let me see you again."

After the two retreated, Berkeley had to think carefully about how to safely return to his own territory~www.novelbuddy.com~ There were more than 10,000 members of the Purell family stationed near the Golden Eagle Fort, while Berkeley had only a few hundred entourages . Even if the lord of the city can protect him, it will be very difficult to return to the territory from here.

Not to mention how many members of the Prell family he would meet on the road, the guards outside the city alone were enough for him to drink a pot.

It is also unrealistic for the spies to return to the territory to rescue soldiers. As a vassal of the Houliwater Kingdom, the Principality of Berkeley will definitely cause political disputes if it rashly mobilizes an army deep into the hinterland of the kingdom.

After much deliberation, he could only mobilize an elite team to **** him.

If there really was a conflict with the Purell family on the return trip, as long as his team survived for a while, and the kingdom sent a rescue team, there was still a glimmer of hope.

The Duke of Berkeley was prepared with both hands. One team of spies was responsible for sending the request for help back to the territory, and the other team sent a signal for help to the lords and royal families of the territory passing by as soon as they set off.

If the Prior family hadn't ambushed him, it would have been a joke at best, and it would be better than losing his life.