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 At 5:00 pm, it was already dusk.
 The west-sloping sun shone down on the dunes, printing a golden patch.
 Kant stood at the top of the dune, bathed in a flood of sunlight behind him, until it drowned him.
 Less than a kilometer in front is the sentry oasis.
 He could see that in a piece of yellow sand, there were some sparkling waves flashing with the light of dusk.
 That is the water source of the sentry oasis, a lake formed by the spouting springs, but if you only look at the area, it is only 25 by 6 meters, and it is more accurate to call it a pond.
 "It's so beautiful." Kant couldn't help but sigh.
 Just around this pond, there are quite a few lush desert shrubs and 6 tall poplar trees.
 These green vegetation proudly stretched their branches and leaves in the sun at dusk, as if telling how the yellow sand invaded, and they still fought tenaciously.
 The cavalry captain Rowan stood beside him, nodding indifferently: "Yes, it's beautiful."
 Kant said calmly: "Then we can't let these gnolls occupy this place."
 "Of course." Rowan continued to nod indifferently.
 His eyes swept across the sentry oasis, and he had already seen the tents built around the pond.
 There are all kinds of tattered materials, linen cloth, bark, and even animal skins obtained from hunting, which seem to be completely different from the tents they have built before.
 Because this is the tent of the gnolls, where their tribe lives!
 Taking a deep breath, Rowan asked in a deep voice, "Lord Baron, when do we start?"
 "Don't rush."
 Kant turned his head and looked at the sun behind him, which was still releasing its last mighty power.
 It was the dim light of the sun, which crossed the two of them, and printed the dim yellow of the setting sun in the sentry oasis below, and also in the gnoll tribe below.
 As long as you raise your head from the bottom, the sunlight that seems to be parallel to the sand dunes will make you unable to open your eyes.
 Kant nodded: "It's now."
 "Okay." Rowan nodded indifferently, clenching the spear in his hand and quickly retreated from the dune.
 Right at the bottom of the dune, 20 fully-armed cavalrymen of the Principality of Lions were standing there leading their horses. They were fully prepared for battle and only needed orders from Rowan.
 An irresistible battle is about to begin, their faces are equally indifferent, and there is resentment deep in their eyes.
 They all understand who brought this.
 Kant.
 The baron of the Lion Principality.
 The escort came to take office in the Nalen Desert, and has been traveling for 6 days, but at noon learned that there was no fresh water for the return journey.
 Then they have to fight.
 So they will be angry.
 "The great god of war Edmund is watching us."
 Rowan came to them and took the reins of his warhorse, his face was very solemn: "Let these inferior races, the gnolls who can only eat sand in the desert know, what is the heroism of the lion principality!"
 "Victory!" The cavalry responded neatly.
 The Principality of Lions was established by force, and the gods they believed in were Edmund, the god of war, who represented war.
 So they were not afraid and turned their anger into strength.
 "here we go."
 Kant watched as the 20 cavalrymen turned on their horses, crossed the dunes and rushed towards the sentry oasis.
 The hard horseshoe slammed the sand layer heavily, raising the sand and dust in the sky behind him, like a whirlwind. Before the gnolls in the sentry oasis could react, they rushed in with their spears fiercely!
 The point of the spear penetrated the gnoll's chest under the astonished gaze.
 Blood was pouring out, but the 20 cavalrymen of the Principality of Lions had no intention of giving up their spears.
 Gritting his teeth and holding his arms,
 Continue to bear these gourd-like gnolls and continue to rush into the deeper tribe.
 They know that what they want to do is to cause even more chaos!
 "It's our turn!"
 Kant shouted in a deep voice, holding the light crossbow in his hand, and strode forward.
 Ten Swadian recruits followed him with spears.
 Twenty Swadian peasants were deployed on either side with scythes.
 Their speed is also not slow, almost trotting, but the murderous feeling in their eyes has been revealed, because for their own territory, the sentry oasis of life in the future, they are bound to win!
 "For the lion principality!"
 Rowan and the 20 cavalrymen were still rushing towards the depths of the tribe.
 The spears in their hands were broken, but they pulled out the long swords around their waists and slashed fiercely at the gnolls who appeared in a hurry.
 The effect of the raid was surprisingly good.
 These gnolls did not know that they would be attacked by the enemy, and even when there was chaos in the periphery, most of the gnolls stared at their green eyes and stood in confusion.
 Even if they want to find the enemy, it is difficult to do so.
 Whenever they looked at the side where the screams appeared on the west side, the dim yellow sunlight from above their heads shone directly, and they couldn't open their eyes at all!
 "Da da da da da-"
 The sound of the hooves is getting closer and closer, and only then can they find out that it is a human cavalry.
 But by this time, it was too late.
 Rowan led his cavalry and raised the long sword in his hand to slash through the bodies of these gnolls.
 Only blood splattered.
 These gnolls with long fangs and gray fur finally began to collapse, and a look of fear appeared on their wolf-like heads.
 "Stay in formation and follow me!"
 The light crossbow in Kant's hand made a "hum" sound, and a gnoll not far away fell to the ground.
 The crossbow arrow on its back has penetrated its spine and pierced into the heart.
 But Kant didn't care, his face was grim, his eyes scanned the depths of the gnoll tribe, Rowan and the 19 cavalry of the lion duchy were still raging with long swords, continuing to cause panic among these gnolls, spreading blood and death .
 "Keep dashing forward!"
 Kant drew his short sword and moved forward with the 30 soldiers behind him.
 The gnoll tribe, which has fallen into chaos, cannot organize an effective counterattack at all, and their advance is very fast.
 Countless mournful howls emerged in his ears.
 The gnolls are fleeing in all directions.
 The old, the young, and those in their prime are all running away in fear.
 Facing the sudden appearance of the cavalry.
 And the Swadian recruits armed with spears.
 Memories from ten years ago reappeared in the minds of these gnolls.
 It was the slaughter of the lion principality.
 But it is the deepest nightmare of these gnolls!
 Even now, these gnolls who have experienced massacres still dare not continue to resist.
 "We don't need any prisoners."
 Kant's voice sounded in the sentry oasis, and at the same time announced the tragic end of these gnolls.
 The cavalry were still chasing the fleeing gnolls.
 The peasants and recruits of Swadia, around the lake of the sentry oasis, began to clear the tents of the gnoll tribe, and it was time to clean the battlefield, because they won!
 Gnolls who lost their will to resist became lambs that were easily slaughtered.
 What's more, these ruthless primitive races cannot compare with humans in terms of tactics and weapons and equipment.
 Sunset on the dunes.
 The battle is also over.
 In the dim sky, the afterglow of the sun is still struggling, releasing the last ray of light as it sinks.
 But in the sky, a bright moon was already faintly visible at this time.
 The night sky full of stars appeared, and the high temperature during the day seemed to fade away quickly. Even the wind blowing from the depths of the desert carried an icy chill. After going down for a few hours, the Nalen Desert would enter a temperature of minus 20 degrees Celsius. cold.
 Of course, it's not that cold yet.
 The cavalry who had just fought came back on their horses, and the cool breeze made them feel very comfortable.
 "Lord Baron, your territory is in hand."
 The cavalry captain Rowan jumped off the horse, his face still indifferent.
 Including him and the cavalry behind him, the linen robes over the chainmail were stained with blood, as if dyes had been spilled on them, which looked quite weird.
 There were four or five other unlucky fellows hanging out, drooping their arms, or limping.
 Obviously this battle is not so easy.
 Some of the gnolls erupted under the threat of death, still inflicting light wounds on the cavalry who charged ahead.
 "Maybe you can clean the wound first."
 Kant looked at the wounded and nodded to Rowan: "If you don't mind, I can bandage you in person. After all, I have learned first aid knowledge on the battlefield from the veterans."
 "No need." Rowan directly vetoed.
 They themselves are veterans from the military camp, and they can easily clean and bandage wounds by themselves.
 The cavalry captain Rowan said to Kant coldly: "We will leave immediately."
 The cavalry behind him all looked at Kant indifferently. Even if he lowered his identity so much, he still did not give these cavalry the slightest favorable impression on his face.
 Everyone understands why this battle started.
 "Leave now?"
 Kant frowned slightly and said helplessly: "This is indeed unexpected, you should rest here for a few days."
 And the night in the Narun Desert is not a good time.
 The low temperature of -20 ℃, if there is not enough warmth, can also threaten their lives.
 "We don't need to rest, we will leave immediately after replenishing fresh water."
 After wiping the blood on his face, Rowan's voice was not a discussion at all, but an affirmation.
 He turned his head and scolded the cavalry behind him: "They are still in a daze? Go get some water bags and clothes from the carriage. After filling up with water, we will be ready to return. Be quick!"
 "Understood!" The cavalrymen responded, and left at the same time.
 The division of labor was clear, and they quickly brought their own tents and warm woolen sweaters on the carriage, as well as 5 extra water bladders per person, all of which filled the pond with water.
 "Well, I wish you all to go back early and enjoy the pale beer in the tavern."
 Kant shrugged helplessly: "At that time, you may still be able to show off about me and today's battle."
 Rowan narrowed his eyes, the cavalry behind him looked indifferent.
 No one cared about Kant's cold joke. They should be busy with themselves. When everything was ready, they immediately rode away without wanting to talk to Kant and say goodbye.
 In their eyes, Kant was no different from a stranger.
 "goodbye."
 But Kant still waved goodbye, his face calm.
 As a nobleman, a respected baron, he has learned how to be shameless at critical moments.
 This is the standard of survival for the nobles.
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 Bags of salt, spices, and sugar piled up from the store to the street, and full merchants drove in and out of the carriage. 
 The air is filled with the fragrance of various spices. 
 This is a prosperous city by the oasis, thumping sounds and loom sounds one after another, and business in the workshops of the craftsmen is booming. 
 The banner of Baron Kant, the heir to the Kingdom of Swadia, hangs on the gate of the town. 
 The happy life of the local residents is full of love and admiration for the lord. 
 Soldiers with crossbows were on alert on the city walls, and infantrymen wearing chain mails were patrolling the streets, a peaceful scene.
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 The rushing river in the past is now bloody red. 
 The low roar echoed in the mountains, and the ancient chants fluttered in the desert. 
 Scarlet shadows walked onto the dark streets, and the nameless corpses fell in the quiet alleys. 
 Weird viruses permeated the empire, deadly plagues spread silently, and dying patients were struggling with illness. 
 In order to survive, Jiang Zuo, who was infected with the virus, transformed his body into a game—— 
 Recruit players, create a copy, and form the strongest cell group!
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 A hundred years ago, the blue star world fell into an endless abyss, and the era of abyss lords for all began. 
 Become the lord of the abyss, expand the territory, and resist the invasion of the abyss. The lord is hope, and the lord is destiny! 
 A hundred years later, a boy who has obtained a soul-entry talent, a treasure chest, a resource crystal, and a summoning scroll, will be perfect after ten consecutive draws? Hundred consecutive draws will produce legends? 
 What are you waiting for? 
 Wu Feng, who became the will of the abyss, was interviewed: “I really just didn’t want to lose my status as a lord, so you believe me!” 
 When you gaze into the abyss, I am the abyss! 
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 Readership: 892119197.
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 Travel to the game world.
 Matthew found that there seemed to be a little problem with his system.
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 “Occupation: Necromancer
 Task: plant trees
 Target: 1000 trees
 Reward: Summoned item ‘Bone Dragon’ &amp; a lot of EXP”
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 In this way, a necromancer who respected the way of balance more than the druid was born.
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 [The Fourth Disaster] + [Ship Upgrade] + [Garbage Picking in the End of the World] 
 [Give the Galaxy a Little Shock to Players! ] 
 Ship dismantling, mining, garbage picking, stealing ships, boarding, and delivering packages! 
 Chu Hang was originally a poor captain who traveled through the end of the world, but a system that could help him summon "players" from Blue Star popped up, turning "The Road to Survival" into "StarCraft". 
 However, the style of the painting has become: 
 Funny, cheating, lack of martial ethics, locusts passing through, boasting and blowing up ships... 
 "The captain said that as long as we can help him repair the spaceship, he can take us to a new map and embark on the great road to national restoration!" 
 "Hush, there is a wild spaceship here that has suffered from heatstroke, let's take it to the river..."
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 [Global players, enthusiastic competition! Advanced games, waiting for you to play! ]
 Su Ming’an was involved in the selected live-action global live game, with the only death-reading skill. Since then, the world’s “first player”, who has opened the eyes of the sky, has caused a bloody storm in the game, and has been praised by the barrage of the eliminated players as the best in the style of painting.
 ——Crisis-ridden apocalypse, the future controlled by androids, Alice’s Wonderland campus, the village where the werewolf and the gods confronted…
 The contradiction between the player and the audience, the malice of high-dimensional creatures, and the search for reincarnation and death.
 In the endless be, find the glorious path to the one and only he.
 “Next week, I will succeed.”
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 Electronic games are ubiquitous in our daily lives today. 
 They can be found in mobile phones, computers, consoles and other hardware. 
 Some games are full of magical lights, some are about swordplay, and some are about starships and cannons. 
 Protagonists with different personalities create stories one after another in their respective game backgrounds. 
 So, if there is an idle game connected to reality, what will happen to the protagonists? 
 "I am not the protagonist, I am just the protagonist's plug-in." 
 Li Chengxi said that the ancient demon king, the immortal who holds the sky, and the creator of the alien machine. The divine crystal.
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 The mysterious game world allows millions of players to travel through it at once and face the test of life and death. 
 There are as many racial civilizations as stars here, technology, cultivation, supernatural powers... The collision of civilizations is bright and bloody. 
 As a former god-level thief, Gu Yu was the only survivor in the space rift. 
 While others were still hungry, Gu Yu began to absorb energy to strengthen. 
 While others were working hard to revive civilization, Gu Yu ignited his own unique fire of civilization. 
 While others were desperately killing monsters, Gu Yu had already led a group of younger brothers to plunder resources. 
 "Ding! You successfully transformed the Void Walker into a special unit of the Dark Sky Clan, the leader of the Blue Devil, with a civilization index of +5." 
 "Ding! You used law fragments, darkness*1, corrosion*1, earth element*1, to successfully fuse a skill source ball, slowness." 
 "Ding! You have successfully arrived in the world of Fire of Civilization, and now the adventure officially begins..." 
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 The new book "Add some Practice in the Escort Bureau" has been released. Everyone is welcome to try it, collect it and invest! 
 This is an inspirational story. The protagonist relies on his experience to open up the escort business all over the world...
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 Colorful rays of light fall on the earth, and all people travel through the world of heaven to compete with all races in the universe. 
 You start with a stone axe, a hoe, and three bags of random seeds. Surrounded by wild beasts and rampant natives, if you want to survive, you must obtain more resources. 
 When all living beings fell into the fear of survival, Yi Tian won the lottery roulette. 
 "Ding! The five-star lottery is completed, and you will get a god-level spiritual object, seven-color gourd seeds!" 
 "Ding! The four-star lottery is completed, you get SSS level talent, you can lift the mountain and carry the cauldron!" 
 "Ding! The three-star lottery is completed, and you will get the SS-level spiritual water of life!" 
 There are spiritual trees and flowers all over the place, countless rare and exotic animals, spiritual springs gushing out, and strange phenomena filling the sky. 
 When the lords had just achieved enough food and clothing, Yi Tian had already created a fairyland on earth!
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 Chen Xu traveled to the parallel world, and was surprised to find that many classic and excellent games in the previous life did not appear in the parallel world.
 I wanted to make a big picture, but why did I still have an ’emotion collection system’, and the emotions such as happiness, sadness, excitement, fear, anger and other emotions provided by players who have played games made by themselves can make them stronger?
 But why is it so much easier to get resentment than happiness?
 Looking at his points harvest, Chen Xu expressed puzzlement.
 As a result, Chen Xu’s career as a game designer gradually turned crooked.
 In “Under the Legend”, countless players beat the table and shout: I was played by this game!
 In “Escape”, countless players shouted, my cabinet moved, and I stopped playing.
 In “Dark Souls”, when countless players entered the game with a smile, “Go away, please go away, leave the fire girl behind and go out with your fire, we don’t want to spread this fire!”
 Soap, Xiaoqiang, and Ghost sacrificed in “Call of Duty”; Zack was killed and Alice was killed in “Final Fantasy 7”; Arthur and John were betrayed in “Red Dead Redemption”;
 Countless players went berserk: Nima Chen Xu old thief, can’t we be kinder to the protagonist?
 Q: How do I feel about players’ anger towards themselves?
 Facing the reporter’s question, Chen Xu smiled slightly: What kind of verbal criticism is this, this is the encouragement of players around the world to me, this is love! Thank you all, I will keep up the good work!
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 “Who are you asking me?”
 “Good question, friend!”
 Standing in front of her, he spat out the yellow sand in his mouth, raised his hands over his shoulders, and said proudly, “I am the boss of the Zaun Ditch, and the ninth member of the Pi City Council. Yes. Honorary Hero of Bilgewater.”
 “What have I done?”
 “I once set a fire in the stone forest of Demacia, and compared my height with the dwarfs in Bandle City.”
 “…”
 Standing in front of her, he talked eloquently.
 “And now, I see you in Shurima, where the sand is full of yellow sand.”
 “Okay, female hero, I’ve finished speaking, so can you put away the weapons first?”
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 fundamentalist monster hunter fanfic 
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 A journey that begins with the hero of Kokot. 
 The roaring dragon roared, Bokai Village under the Snow Mountain. 
 The sons of the sea of Moja feast for the great fish. 
 The land of gathering clouds and warm soup, Tianjin Wufeng. 
 The great desert Balu Bale was nowhere to be seen. 
 On board the Dragon Consciousness Ship, the scarlet evil star swept across the mountain. 
 Canglanxing raised a baby tyrannosaurus. 
 The blaze is ten thousand zhang, the eternal god of fire buds and water jade! 
 (Welcome to the group, the water group is online~)
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 He Ming, who followed his friends into the game, originally wanted to choose a samurai, but unexpectedly became a Taoist priest. In this virtual world of swords and magic, drawing amulets and chanting mantras is really nondescript. What...you say brother is a liar? BrotherIn addition to divination and divination, it can fight and resist, cast various spells, trap formations, become invisible and fly, increase blood back to mana, enchant and refine, transform and transform, summon oriental beasts, and refineMaking elixir to nourish blood and replenish blue. Can you find out one thing that I don’t know? Nima... You said that I want to defy the sky!Down to earth, I finally let me wait for you. Although I leaked the secret, disasters are inevitable, but this is my destiny. Even if I have to take great risks, I will show you a full picture... Beauty! Beauty! PS: New book 'Picking a Goddess to Play Online Games', ISBN 2722416, welcome new and old friends to support in the past! (This book is purely YY, just be happy, don't take it seriously! Book group number 10566983, everyone is welcome to join!)
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