Chapter 231: The ranking of the twelve wings

When Wu Ling called Zhang Mu to report the good news, Zhang Mu had just returned to the studio and got into the treasure house with everyone as soon as possible. Zhang Mu's current number of gold coins in the town is 0. He is probably the only one in the world who can spend the gold coins so cleanly.

"Money, money, I don't want anything, I just want money!" Zhang Mu issued a copy declaration.

While Zhang Mu was preparing for tomorrow's bet, I was also practicing hard in the maze.

"The Twelve Wings are not an easy opponent to be beaten. Both psychological quality and operation are much higher than ordinary players. Judging from his previous performances, he should also know the perfect way to play the second-level dungeon. Otherwise, ordinary people would never be able to accumulate so many high-level soldiers in a short period of time." The original controls the army and wanders back and forth in the maze. After these 10 days of rest, everyone once again has a lot of troops. Everything is as stated in the hero advertisement, as long as the town is there, why worry about not being able to make a comeback.

The only prince said seriously: "Brother, you have to be careful tomorrow, don't..."

"Do you still need to tell me?" I leaned on my chin with one hand, and my eyes were on the portal at the center of the map. No matter how winning or losing, I have to go to the 6th level map after the battle. The 5th level map is really meaningless, and he is tired of playing.

At 6 o'clock the next morning, a happy roar came from the Twelve Studio - "Ah, I've finally finished the fight, I'm so tired!"

Zhang Mu lay lazily on the chair like a shriveled balloon. Not only him, but everyone else was the same. They were all exhausted.

"Woo, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to go to bed..."

"Me too…"

Deng Jie held the romantic hand of Ye Se and rubbed her eyelids hard. The little girl from the treasure house trip last night fell asleep on the keyboard, but she imagined what she was sleepy.

Soon, everyone in the studio left behind Zhang Mu and Chen Long, the young couple. Since they had not found a suitable housing, they had been working on the floor in the studio.

"Yao~" Wei Yang sat next to Zhang Mu with dark circles, hugging Simba who had not yet woken up in his arms, and slapped his lips: "Brother Mu, aren't you going to rest? Are you tired~"

Zhang Mu used all the gold coins he had called overnight to recruit soldiers. After he recruited all available troops, there were only less than 50,000 gold coins left in the town.

"Yao~ I'm tired, what's the solution? I'll get all the troops out and prepare for the afternoon arena. Demake is a famous general and hero, worth hundreds of thousands..." Zhang Mu said weakly, his upper and lower eyelids constantly fighting.

"Brother Mu, you have to come on, let's support you!" Chen Long stood up and moved his muscles, then went to get the folding bed in the corner.

"Oh, you'd better stay in a hotel. It doesn't matter if a man sleeps in a folding bed. The lamb is a girl after all... it's not good." Zhang Mu felt a little guilty. He had never been able to find a rental house nearby, which made him very depressed, and he felt a little sorry for Chen Long and Wei Yang.

"Hehe, it's okay. If I go to the hotel, I can't play with Simba anymore. It's better to be in the studio!" Wei Yang kissed Simba's head and jumped into the bathroom. After a short rest, her spirit recovered a lot. In this regard, she was much better than the two "pure guys" Zhang Mu and Chen Long.

"The lamb likes dogs the most, but unfortunately I haven't had the chance to raise them... Now I have Simba..." Chen Long suddenly thought of something and smiled bitterly at Zhang Mu: "I am such a failed man, and my attraction is not as great as Simba..."

"Hahahaha!" Zhang Mu laughed loudly, expressing deep sympathy for Chen Long's experience.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Mu, who had a simple washing, recovered a little of his spirit and took a bunch of miscellaneous soldiers into the maze. After his careful selection, he selected the following 1-4-level arms: peasant, great werewolf, demon son, mage, hellhound, shield infantry, crusaders and some giant lizards. (No armies of the ghost clan cannot be resurrected into evil ghosts through the Evil God King.)

Level 5 troops like the Golden Barbarian Bull and the Hell Priest must be kept in the city and cannot be exchanged for weak ones.

After fighting today's battle, it won't take long to enter the 6th level map. If you want to fight against high-level creatures in the 6th level map, you have to rely on 5th or above troops. No matter how many evil ghosts there are, they are only 4th level troops, and the availability will be greatly reduced. Of course, it is a very good melee output to deal with players.

He was busy until 7 o'clock and finally successfully converted the evil ghosts in full swing. There were no mistakes or any special circumstances in the process. After returning to the city, he upgraded the evil ghosts. Looking at the remaining 10,000 gold coins in the town, Zhang Mu was really amused and crying.

Too many troops is not a good thing sometimes.

"Sleep...Demak...hehe...wait for me...I'll take you home..."

After pushing open the tactical keyboard, Zhang Mu fell head-on on the table.

In fact, being a professional player is much harder than people think.

Temple Game Club.

"In the afternoon, it's the bet between me and Twelve Wings. Boss, who do you bet to win?" Temple Huahua hugged her head and asked the Temple Old Gun beside her with a spirit.

The Temple Old Gun snorted: "Nonsense, is this more necessary? Of course it is the deity! The only deity's game skills and strength must be greater than the Twelve Wings, and I have 100% confidence in him!"

"Oh, boss, you have been talking about me... I, how powerful is this person?" A new little brother came over and asked.

The prince of the Temple took out a cigarette, lit it, and sucked it and said, "The only deity is the super expert in the 14th place in the 'China Senior Online Game Player Ranking'..."

"What's going on with that ranking list?" the younger brother asked again.

"That's a very authoritative ranking. According to the performance ratings of players in various online games, it is not surprising that I can enter this ranking. After all, he has game operation skills and strong funds that are far better than ordinary people. Both are indispensable... Hehe, having skills and not having money is useless."

After hearing the prince's words, the younger brother was stunned and asked, "Then, how many places are the boss in? Where is the twelve-winged angel?"

Lao Gun rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "I don't have a ranking."

He was so angry that he was originally ranked 96th, but because of his poor performance in the national honor war, he was squeezed out of the ranking without any suspense.

"Twelve-winged Angel...I'll look for..." The prince typing on the keyboard for a while, pointing to the characters and rankings on the web page and said: "Player ID: Twelve-winged Angel. Entering the game: Heroes are invincible. Personal record has won - the national honorary commander-in-chief, the first place in national honorary military merit, and has not lost any results so far."

"His ranking is - 34th?" The prince was surprised and said: "Only one game is played, his ranking is so high!"
Chapter completed!