Chapter 673： I am so angry!

The **** grandfather sat at the front end of a long table in the main hall. This is a power position. His usual Yi people will line up on both sides of the long table.

But today it is a little different. The **** Dagongs are standing behind him, and his youngest daughter, Pestel, is standing on his side.

"This is the Holy Spirit you are playing?"

Under the guidance of Pestel, Blood Dagong logged into the official website of Warcraft. After spending 15 gold coins to buy a luxury version, it took less than ten minutes to download the entire game.

"The Holy Spirit is a game mode that Warcraft extends. Father, you have to click here and then press the match to play." Pestel said.

"Let me explore."

Blood Dagong looks at the interface presented by the magic net. This interface reveals the atmosphere of iron and blood casting, and even the moment the button squats, the sound of the gear can be heard.

At this moment, the blood public acknowledged... he still looked down on Qiao Xiu.

Since the emergence of the Magic Net, the curiosity and curiosity of the **** males have risen to an extreme. This virtual world consisting entirely of inscriptions has never been seen in his long life.

He spent a whole month immersed in the magic net, from the key of the virtual keyboard can not remember there, and now can smoothly record the entire article with a virtual keyboard.

During this time, he spent a lot of time to learn the new knowledge of Magic Net, whether it is the songs on the magic net music, and the latest movie released by Nolan Cinema, now the blood can be regarded as a delicious meal.

Only the game, the pixel game of the caster forum game partition, blood is really difficult to swallow.

He played a role in the game for a few arrogance, and he stubbornly believed that the game should be something children play.

The **** public quietly listened to the ear and echoed the compact and passionate music, giving people an atmosphere in the battlefield. All this really makes it hard for the blood to be attributed to the boring game played by children. '.

He clicked on the interface of the Holy Spirit in front of him and began to match. He waited less than three minutes to enter the picture of hero selection.

"Twenty-five heroes?"

The **** Dagong waved the original spar mouse and chose the first hero's avatar.

Caretaker Samatar Yanorode, when the **** Dagong saw the name and a man with a big sword appeared in the middle of the screen of the magic net, the already dried tears suddenly became wet.

"The role of the father is the hero of the past in the world." Pesett immediately explained.

"The past...hero?"

The **** males have passed these avatars one by one. There are many names on the blood. They are very familiar. Although their appearance has changed in the game, some features have remained.

"father?"

Pesett observed the abnormality of the **** expression.

"I don't know if I can be a member of them one day."

The **** man said in a self-deprecating manner, and then directly chose the caretaker Samatar Yanorode.

"Work together again and again, old friend." Bloody man muttered to himself.

At this moment, his evaluation of the game of the Holy Spirit is no less than that of Tylin's songs and the movie "This Devil is Not Cool."

If he meets Joe Xiu again, he must apologize to Qiao Xiu.

But this thought was dissipated in a moment after a battle of about ten minutes.

Five minutes ago, the **** grandfather felt the emotions that had not been seen for hundreds of years, but after five minutes, the **** grandfather felt... the anger that has never been seen in centuries!

"Father! You shouldn't buy so much medicine when you start!"

"Duke of the Duke, your initial equipment can't beat the ancient level of monsters."

"Wait, the enemy seems to be coming from the wilderness!"

Blood Dagong listened to the reminders of his own Yi people behind him. There is a kind of illusion that he just learned to walk and walk.

In the past, the majestic image he had established in the eyes of the Yi people completely collapsed on the battlefield of the Holy Spirit.

The caretaker Samatar Arnold has been slain seven times by the enemy!

"Duke of the Duke, the first time playing is normal, maybe the next game will be better."

The later Yi people carefully comforted the **** man who was on the verge of the eruption.

"This is not reasonable."

After the eighth time the guards of the **** squadron were killed by the enemy, the **** grandfather could no longer hold back his dissatisfaction.

"It’s a breeze to defeat a small assassin with the strength of Samatar. He doesn’t even need a sword!”

The blood is not only familiar with the hero he controls, but the hero who killed him is also in the reality.

The so-called folding sword Gemer is a famous assassin in the history of mankind.

When the **** Dagong once confronted this guy, the **** male sang only sang a spell and captured it.

"The Duke's adults are better equipped than others. It is normal to have such damage."

A daring Yi people comforted the **** grandfather.

After the **** public, the Yi people began to think of ways to appease their master's emotions. A message popped up in the chat window, and all the Yi people regretted not finding a reason to leave early.

‘The caretaker on the road is so weak, will it play? ’

The sender of the message is called the wall of Osenburg.

The **** man saw this news in a flash. He was usually known as the most amiable duke in the devil world, but his anger was no longer controlled at this moment, and it was directly flooded like a flood to the letters on the keyboard.

‘The strength of this great caretaker is not something you can question! Kid! ’

‘What is the strength of the record of killing and killing eight dead... Why I matched the newcomer, it’s unfortunate. ’

Blood Dagong saw this news with his hands and slammed on the stone table in front of him. A large number of cracks appeared on the surface of the stone table and extended.

Standing next to Pestel felt the anger of the **** public, and also took a step back, this is the first time since Pesce had remembered that his father had made such a big fire.

The magic of scarlet is in the hands of **** males. These magic powers are enough to kill hundreds of weak humans, but at this moment he can only use his hands on the virtual keyboard to strike a string of letters to refute each other.

‘Recover what you said before! ’

‘Is it so weak to play? Waiting for a duel? ’

duel?

Blood Dagong suddenly stood up from the position at this moment.

A human being, he can crush the other's heart into pieces by hand.

"Pest went to inform the guard, I am going to marry the world of mankind!"

The **** grandfather wants him to understand what kind of person he has provoked.

"Father, he invited you to... a duel on the Holy Spirit!" Pesce immediately reminded him of the blood.