Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 266 From Internet Addict to City Hero
"Let's go, let's go."

In a detached villa in the suburbs, the team leader urged the five team members.

Today is the day of the decisive battle with the devil team.

Red Alert game technology showdown.

If they were to really fight the devil, and let these internet-addicted teenagers who had trained for more than a month and could barely run five kilometers at a pace of six and a half minutes do it, they would definitely have something wrong with their brains.

"Do we have to wear such strange clothes?" asked the player with the game account name "War King".

This name, which is full of middle school temperament, comes from a novel he is obsessed with, "The Retired War King in the City".

Leon had also read that novel. If I remembered correctly, the plot seemed to be about the strongest warrior of a legendary mercenary group who sold barbecue on the street after retiring.

Although I felt that nothing made sense when I watched it, and even doubted whether I was wasting my life after putting it down, I just couldn't help but want to watch it.

Blame the addiction.

"Of course. Miss Grace helped design this uniform, and we hired first-class tailors and craftsmen to make it for you," the team leader replied.

Leon said on the side: “But such clothes are not convenient to operate.”

He picked up the battle suit, which looked like a combination of knight armor and wizard robes, with a hood that only an assassin would wear.

Complex and heavy.

It's very much like the kind of garish, impractical clothing a comic book hero would wear.

There is also a huge logo on the back.

That is the logo of Shuangtacheng Sports Lottery.

"You are not wearing it to play games. It is for filming promotional videos, interviews, and entrances. 'People standing on the stage must pay attention to their image,' that's what Miss Grace said."

Grace made a very detailed plan for the operation of the entire team.

The team is named Sons of the Twin Towers and is strongly tied to the city, hoping to make local people feel a sense of belonging to the team.

The team logo and mascot were also designed, as well as a host of related peripheral products.

However, these are still at the drawing stage, and whether they can be put into production depends entirely on the outcome of today's victory or defeat.

All team members received training on how to handle interviews, so as to avoid saying strange things when facing reporters due to their low cultural level.

And it is stipulated that they should wash their hair at least once every three days. However, these internet-addicted teenagers always like to go out with greasy hair.

It’s okay to go to a game store and play games, but it’s inappropriate to go on stage and become the focus of countless audiences.

In preparation for this battle, a special person was hired to design the hairstyle and makeup for the team members.

Although strength comes first in competitive games, having a good image always has many advantages.

"This is what you wear during the competition."

The leader found five sets of clothes with very simple styles. There was more than one lottery logo on them. All the well-known businesses in Shuangta City had hung advertisements on the clothes.

"Uh, well, it's better than that one."

After packing up their things, the group got on the magic car provided by Grace and set off for the Colosseum.

The originally planned venue for the competition was actually at the Wrangler Theater.

The individual auditions were held there, just enough space for 2,000 spectators.

However, as the popularity of the battle against the devil grew, the demand for watching the game live far exceeded the theater's capacity, so the game date had to be postponed for a week and rearranged in the large arena.

There are still five hours before the competition officially starts. Now is the time for all contestants to have pre-match interviews. After the interviews, they will go to the lounge and wait for the competition to start in the evening.

The interview took place in the empty arena.

The amphitheater without spectators has a different sense of oppression than when it is full.

Lyon looked around and could feel his heart pounding, perhaps out of nervousness or excitement.

Normally at this time the mind would be confused, but Lyon found that his brain was terribly clear, and he began to recall the habits of tonight's opponents in his mind.

This is the Lyon way.

During these days of training, he gradually realized that his talent in operation was not the best, not as good as Toto, or even as good as the War King.

Zhan Wang is the second best player in the team and will be the first to fight tonight.

What makes Lyon superior to others is his memory and analytical ability. He requires himself to remember the habits of his opponents and design playing styles accordingly.

As for the five devils he was about to face, he had fought against them dozens of times in ranking matches and had watched hundreds of hours of video footage.

He is confident that he can defeat every one of them.

Different from the calmness shown by Lyon, the other teammates were quite excited after arriving at the arena.

Especially the War King. He has not been able to walk properly since he got off the car. He walks on tiptoes with every step, which makes him look very slow.

"Contestant Zhan Wang, are you confident about the outcome of tonight's match?" asked the staff member in charge of the pre-match interview.

"Of course, I will beat them. We have played against each other in training. To be honest, their main player and I are evenly matched. Maybe we won't even need our main player Leon to play tonight."

The War King was very confident. "I can almost hear the voices of the audience. I won't fail in the auditions. I will go to the finals at the end of the year. The whole audience will shout, War King! War King!"

mad!
The interview session requires such crazy contestants to maximize the show effect.

As for whether what was said can be fulfilled, that is not something the organizers have to worry about.

If he cannot deliver, I hope he has strong enough psychological endurance.

The interview session ended, and the Sons of the Twin Towers were about to leave when a dark red teleportation array appeared in the arena.

Then, five demons with different shapes walked out of the light.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere at the scene dropped to freezing point. All the staff present were stunned. They had never come into close contact with these hellish creatures before.

It's easy to get confused when people are scared.

Those five devils looked more like an army than gamers.

They stood tall and straight, in neat formation, and their aura was far stronger than that of the local internet-addicted teenagers standing opposite them.

The taller one at the front of the queue should be the devil's commander, his voice is like an old hammer stained with blood.

"We're here for an interview."

"Oh, yes, okay." The staff finally reacted.

At this time, the War King got the courage from nowhere, rushed to the front of the devil's commander, looked up at him, and shouted: "Look at my face, I am the one who will defeat you tonight!"

Camera flashes flashed around, recording this scene worthy of appearing on the front page of the newspaper.

But the devil's commander didn't even look at the War King. Instead, he walked around him directly. Ignoring him is the greatest contempt.

He walked straight up to Leon and said, "I look forward to your performance tonight. If we win too easily, it will not be a victory worth remembering."

Lyon looked at his opponent who was twice as tall as him in front of him. He showed no fear but laughed instead.

"I don't think there's anything worth remembering. After all, it will be a failure for you."

According to the plan, the interviews with the devil and the human side were to be conducted separately to avoid any unexpected conflicts.

However, in the eyes of the devil's captain, the game is a war, and the war will not happen at the agreed time.

So he decided to intimidate his opponents and suppress them in momentum.

According to feedback from comrades who have already won in other regions, these opponents are easily nervous, and when they are nervous, they will make a lot of operational mistakes.

The devil never cares about honor in order to win.

The scene of this unexpected meeting soon appeared on the Internet, successfully arousing the anger of the citizens of Twin Towers and the dissatisfaction of many other people who were paying attention to the game.

"Why did these people from hell come here?"

"That's right. We've beaten them into hell and they don't dare to come out." "More than that, they don't dare to come out. I've read reports about hell on the Internet. Even the devils have started to believe in the goddess of magic, and they don't even feel ashamed."

"If they can't win, they can only show off their prowess in gaming competitions. People who don't know them would think they are so great."

"They are just amazing. Did the devil lose the game somewhere else?"

There will always be people who sing a different tune on the Internet at any time.

But what this person said is indeed correct. In the team competitions in each division, the devil teams almost always win.

"Why are you pretending to have amnesia? Didn't the Silver City defeat the devil?"

"Oh, you're talking as if the Silver City-State sent only humans. Since they can't win in the Base Division, they're trying to take advantage of the elves' achievements?"

"Are you human?"

"What? You want to expel someone for participating in a competition? The Drogo Group didn't say that this competition represents a war of races!"

"Are you a devil's spawn, supporting the devil here?"

"What's wrong with supporting the strong? Do you like those with lower levels? Then I really sympathize with you."

……

Similar arguments occur in many Tieba forums.

Let’s raise the heat of this final team audition match to a higher level.

There were even a large number of citizens who gathered outside the arena, as if they were not going to let them leave if the devil won.

But it had no effect on the demons.

For these devils who have been fighting a genocide war with demons since birth, this number of people is much smaller than the scale on the battlefield.

And when they left, they didn't go through the door, they teleported directly.

The time soon came to night.

One side of the stands in the arena was blocked to serve as a large screen, while the other three sides were full.

In the large box with an excellent view were Drogo, Grace, the city lord, and the contestants' families.

And Toto.

According to the rules, there is no coaching guidance in a one-on-one match, and the players can only rely on themselves after entering the court.

So Toto couldn't go to the contestant room and could only come to the box as a spectator.

Now she was running around in a panic.

"Toto!" Drogo felt a headache.

This half-elf was not just spinning around. Due to his high agility, he was spinning around very quickly, leaving an afterimage. Someone among the family members was about to be knocked unconscious by the movement.

Zhuo Ge had no choice but to stop her. "It's not you who's going to fight. Why are you so nervous?"

"I won't be nervous if I go up to fight!" Toto shouted, "If they lose, my bonus will be gone! Do you know how many months' salary you gave me?"

"But there's no point in being nervous. You can't go up and fight for them."

Drogo understood what Toto was thinking.

It's the mentality of an experienced driver sitting in the passenger seat, while the driver is someone who just got his driver's license and took the test more than ten times before passing it.

"I get angry when you talk about this. Why did you invite me directly? How much money did I lose by letting me audition?"

Toto made the audition competition sound as easy as playing a single.

"If I don't invite you directly, your fans will be unhappy and will tear me apart."

"Ahem," Grace interrupted, "Coach Toto, what do you think our chances of winning tonight are?"

"Winning rate? About 20%." Toto replied.

"Only 20%?"

"If we fight the devils that went to the Silver City-State, our winning rate should be 90%. But now it seems that the devils that come to us should be the strongest among them." Toto looked worried.

"Only Leon is sure to win, but he has an injured hand and is weak, so he may not be able to sustain the fight."

"Then he might win a few."

"If there are two opponents left when he comes on the field, he will win 100%, with three he will win 50%, but with four he will have little chance, so it depends on how many other players can replace."

"I have confidence in the other contestants." Grace gave a standard smile, and it was impossible to tell what she was really thinking.

Toto shrugged, indicating that you were right to pay.

She has no confidence in the other contestants, otherwise she wouldn't be going around in circles.

"Are those demons really that powerful?" asked the city lord, who had not paid much attention to this matter.

"It's true," Grace replied.

"Why? Haven't they been exposed to games for a shorter time than us?"

"I don't know about that either. Maybe the devil is very talented in games."

Drogo took a sip of Coke.

He knows this.

Drogo privately asked Asmodeus why the Devil's team was so strong.

"Will all the defeated demons be executed when they return?"

Drogo asked then.

"Of course not, why do you think so?" Asmodeus replied, "I'm not a demon."

"That's fine. It's just a game. There's no need to make it like a war."

"The loser will just be thrown into the lava pool."

"What to throw in?"

"It's a lava pool. It's not a big deal. As long as you can swim out, you're innocent. The survival rate is nearly 30%. I have always been a very merciful devil."

……

It is uncertain whether the devils have any talent for playing games, but judging from the results, they certainly want to survive.

The lights in the arena dimmed, and a countdown with fire effects appeared on the big screen.

The whole audience counted down together.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"

"Welcome everyone to the World Virtual Competition, Sutton South Division Auditions, Team Competition Site—"

The presiding dwarf's powerful voice echoed in the arena.

"Let us welcome the strong men from hell, the sixth team and the sixth group of the Sixth Hell Blood Hammer Regiment!"

The five devils walked out of the contestant channel in neat steps and lined up.

The tsunami of boos from the audience did not affect them in the slightest.

"Then, let us use the warmest cheers to welcome the hope of the human team, the strongest team composed of native Twin Towers people, the Sons of the Twin Towers!"

The people of the Twin Towers treated these street urchins, who were hated by everyone and only knew how to play games a few months ago, like heroes.

"Now, let's start the first match, the War King, against Abaddon!"

(End of this chapter)