Villain Lord: Both The Player And The Protagonist Want To Kill Me

Chapter 115 Intelligence

As if in response to the call of their union president, all the distinguished players in the Xuanjia Camp roared:

"Brothers, come to Xuanjia Camp."

"No matter the wind or rain, Xuanjia Camp is waiting for you!"

The player "Call me Alin" clenched a fist with one hand and raised it above his head, roaring loudly:

"Brothers! Our slogan is!"

"muscle training!"

The players in Xuanjia Camp held hands.

Full of love.

"Brother Leisure, did you hear that?"

The player "Call me Alin" looked at Leisure for a moment with an affectionate expression, and in his eyes was a glimmer of starlight in despair.

It's like the moment when the enhanced equipment becomes obsolete.

That faint light.

"Women will make you cry late at night, and krypton money will make your wallet useless."

"The lottery will make your family collapse, and the strengthening will make you exhausted mentally and physically."

"It's just a foreign object after all, so why not join me in fitness and PLAY."

For a moment, the corners of Youxian's mouth twitched slightly.

He probably knew what was going on with the players in Xuanjia Camp. Looking at these IDs, they all seemed familiar.

Countless miserable days and nights.

It was they who sat at the door of the castle's back garden, holding their broken equipment and crying bitterly. They used their miserable appearance to alert other players.

Don't be a gambling dog!

After a leisurely moment, I suddenly felt that my tired body was suddenly full of strength again.

There seemed to be no need to continue strengthening his muscles, so he simply refused the invitation to "call me Alin".

"What's that? I'm sorry."

"I'm already planning to change my job to Feilong this week. If Feilong is a Feilong, just join the Blue Dragon Club. Forget about your fitness club."

For a moment, Youyou felt that the reason for his refusal was very sufficient, and it was also very tactful.

However, "Call me A-Lin", the president of Xuanjia Camp, doesn't think so.

"Brother Youxian, you're in trouble, huh huh huh~"

"Call me Alin" spread out his strong arms, and the muscles on his shoulders were intertwined with each other, forming a vague word "cai".

“Everything in the world can be used for fitness, so what’s wrong with flying dragons, oh yeah♂”

"If you ask me, huh huh huh~, even a dog, a rabbit, or a chicken can have strong muscles as long as they have a dream."

"Look at my brothers in the union, how happy they are~"

After a leisurely moment, I turned around and saw that the players in the Xuanjia Camp were indeed quite happy. They were holding hands with excited smiles on their faces.

The brotherly bond becomes anxious while running.

I don’t know why, but for a leisurely moment I smelled the scent of chrysanthemums.

"No, no, let's forget it."

"Come on you guys!"

A moment of leisure gave me encouragement to call me Alin.

Then he quickly ran away from the strange trade union president who called me A-Lin, leaving only A-Lin with a plaintive look on his face.

Xiwei is a qualified king after all.

How could you just enjoy yourself on the road? He is not this kind of person.

He wasn't fully enjoying lying on Kang Nai's body.

Although Kangnai opened the constant temperature wind shield for him.

Although Ruoyi's white thighs behind her were fragrant, elastic and soft.

Although the honey-made biscuits that Luoli fed him were delicious.

But Seavey swears.

He still allocated 0.1 points of his thoughts to the players.

Just like a moment of leisurely conversation with calling me Alin.

"System, can players improve their physical attributes through exercise?"

【Ding! Of course you can, but the system has not recorded such data. After all, in the system’s view, the possibility of players exercising is too low]

【Unless stimulated】

Xi Wei thought to himself that he was just stimulated. Before he released the version announcement, the equipment of those players had exploded.

Some bosses who originally had +5, because they had more materials, went to Kangnai to gamble.

Good guy.

Instantly return to before liberation.

Thinking of this, Xiwei couldn't help but move a handful of Kang Nai's soft scales.

Only where he lay was soft.

This is Kang Nai's intention.

"Uh-huh, dear, I hate it~"

Kangnai's sweet voice sounded in Xiwei's heart, like a feather sweeping back and forth, itching.

"Oh, you bastard."

Xiwei was unmoved and even moved a few more times.

"Dad, a swift pigeon is coming~"

Kangnai saw a few swift pigeons hovering outside the wind shield and knew it was an important matter, so he didn't act naughty at this time and immediately let these little guys in.

Gugu flew to the King of Winter in confusion, his green bean-sized eyes looking at the other swift pigeons with some doubts.

Isn’t it the only owner of a swift pigeon?

Why are there so many swift pigeons here?

Maybe they flew from somewhere else?

Gugu didn’t understand.

As a tameable second-level flying monster, it has limited intelligence and can only recognize some simple things. For example, the man in front of it called the Winter King is one of its favorite humans.

Xiwei took off the copper pipes tied to Xun Ge's feet one by one, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

The southern continent has been covered with magic net.

There are magic teleportation arrays everywhere, and now the Winter Kingdom still relies on swift pigeons for communication.

It is simply the difference between a beggar and a king.

But there is no way around it.

The Northern Continent is rich in knights but lacks mages.

It has been called a barbarian land by the countries in the southern continent in the past, and this has been going on for seven or eight centuries.

Over time.

In order not to be called a barbarian mage.

Also in order to obtain better development opportunities, more and more talented mages born in the Northern Continent are going to live in the Southern Continent.

The information in these copper tubes is the same.

Irons was as cautious as ever.

The content in the parchment was not only completely scrambled, but also encrypted with special characters. Only he and Clemon could understand it in the entire Winter Kingdom.

"The third prince of the Orc King's Court, Perlo Dreadhammer. He is 1.74 meters tall and weighs 73 kilograms. His weapon is a master-level machete... He likes to lick feet and write poetry??

"emmm..."

Xiwei frowned.

Discovering this is not easy.

What kind of weird hobby is this?

If he didn't completely trust Aarons in his heart, he would even think that this information was wrong.

"I have 531 desert flying dragons under my command. The color is earthy yellow, so I hope that your majesty will also disguise the flying dragons under his command in this color to avoid being fooled... um..."

This is easy to say, just let the players roll around in the swamp when the time comes.

He had seen the map before.

The junction of the Orc Royal Court and the border of Andorra, near the Sorundo Mountains.

There is indeed a small oasis.

You should be able to find a swamp there, and if not, you can just roll into a mire.

Xiwei then looked down.

"There are 31,478 kobolds in the legion, of which 8,563 are female kobolds and 457 are cubs."

"Weapons are generally worn-out long swords, knives and sticks, etc. They wear leather armor. They like to lick their feet and pick their buttocks. Some even like to throw shit at them???"

See here.

Xiwei covered her face in grief.

Thank you so much Alans.

He didn't need to think about it to guess how broken and tormented Aarons was during the process of collecting intelligence. The more detailed the information, the more painful it was.

He decided to wait for Aarons to return to Winter City.

He must be named a "martyr"!

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ps: Brothers, please pay attention. I am participating in a competition QAQ. I am going to sleep. I am so sleepy.