Quadruple split

Ten minutes later

Game time PM17:58

"very good."

Lancelot sneered as he pulled out the [Soul-stealing Blade] that had pierced Porthos' chest. He then kicked the Highlander's sturdy, tall body away amidst the blood-soaked light. A domineering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I have indeed seen the value of the words [Bath of Fire]."

"You're a piece of trash..."

The cat-man thief lay limply at Lancelot's feet, his right arm broken at the shoulder, his body covered with cuts filled with negative energy. He stretched his neck and yelled at Porthos who was lying in the distance, "Can't you just explode or something and kill this bastard in an instant?"

Porthos gnashed his teeth and fawned on the power of the elemental spirits in his heart, letting the water take away his pain. At the same time, he swung his middle finger at Aramis and said angrily, "I'll kill your uncle in seconds! Why the hell don't you explode yourself?"

“Good question.”

Aramis tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, then asked in a very confused, puzzled, and puzzled tone, "Why can't I explode? I have courage, wisdom, justice, kindness, and bonds. It's almost time for the plot to reverse, for me to come back strong and beat this little bastard into a pig-head."

Porthos rolled his eyes and said with a fake smile, "Okay, I now completely understand why you can't explode. After all, if you were on another set, you would be the kind of trash villain who would be beaten up by all the heroes shouting about bonds and friendships, and eventually die without a complete body and get only a few pieces of equipment."

"You're dreaming."

Aramis was furious. He raised his head and roared, "Even if I die, I will only die at the hands of a beautiful long-legged high school girl with huge twin pigtails and wearing a dress of absolute beauty. I don't want to be killed by some 18th-rate hero!"

Porthos supported himself on his totem pole and stood up, angrily saying: "You f---"

"I said two."

As a result, at this moment, Lancelot, who had been "watching the show" from just now, finally interrupted the conversation between the two. The powerful man, who was much calmer than before because he was sure of victory, sneered, weighed the long sword in his hand that was flowing with dark blue mist, and pretended to be calm in a tone that could not hide his ecstasy: "You are still so "funny" when you are about to die. Aren't you in a too good mood?"

Aramis tilted his head to glance at Lancelot who was looking at him with a subtle expression and said, "Well, let's say there is a possibility that even if you kill the character 'Aramis', as the character operator, I will not suffer any... uh, actual harm?"

Seeing the sympathy revealed in the other party's brows, Lancelot, who was misunderstood as "being obsessed with playing games and thinking that the other party would really die if he killed someone in the game", couldn't help but get furious. However, although he was a little lacking in social experience, he was not a 100% fool after all, so he quickly realized that the other party didn't really think he was that simple, but just wanted to irritate him.

"hehe."

So he laughed, and in the next moment he swung out two cold and gloomy sword lights, which actually cut Porthos, who had just stood up, into three pieces. The latter shouted "Shit" and instantly turned into white light, and disappeared along with the blood under his body in the blink of an eye.

"good!"

However, Aramis, who watched his companion being executed, actually shouted "good job". Although he couldn't clap and cheer because of a broken arm, he still whistled. He was just short of carving the words "very gratifying" on his face.

"Are you happy?"

Lancelot narrowed his eyes, put the sharp blade in his hand against the neck of the cat-man at his feet, and said coldly: "It's your turn next."

"Uh, so?"

Aramis blinked and hesitated, "Are you actually the type who thinks killing people in games is cool?"

Lancelot, who didn't feel respected at all, took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "You think too much. I just think you are ridiculous. You have worked so hard to create a character that is about to be destroyed, but you still pretend to be calm and stubborn with me."

Lancelot, who was stunned by Aramis' last sentence in Korean, blinked, and then felt a disgusting sense of emptiness rising from the bottom of his heart. He finally decided not to say anything more to this scumbag who was hated by everyone in the professional circle. He clenched the sword and was about to chop off Aramis' head.

However--

"Wait a moment."

Just when a bloody wound had been cut on the side of his neck and his head was about to be chopped off, Aramis suddenly shouted.

Lancelot, who had been so gloomy that water almost dripped out of his face because he could not find any pleasure in defeating the two men, suddenly became overjoyed and said happily, "Are you afraid now?!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm scared to death."

Aramis responded to Lancelot casually, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled, which made Lancelot shudder. It was also the first time since the two sides fought that he had a genuine and undisguised expression. "By the way, let me remind you, as I said just now, even if you kill the character 'Aramis', I, the character operator, will not suffer any substantial harm. In addition to this, there are two more points I think you need to know."

Lancelot snorted and said coldly: "Tell me your story. The better you tell it, the longer you can live. If you tell it very well, it is not impossible for me to let you go."

[Alas, they say eyes are the windows to the soul, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone behind the window running naked the entire time.]

Aramis sighed deeply and turned his head away helplessly. Apparently, he understood everything the moment Lancelot said the word "if". He realized that the other party wanted to pretend to spare his life and then suddenly attack him, letting him die in "despair". He looked away helplessly, fearing that he would not be able to hold back.

In Lancelot's eyes, Aramis's actions were a sign of guilt, which made him more determined to carry out his genius little trick, and he urged him repeatedly: "If you have something to say, please say it quickly. My patience is limited."

"Okay, okay."

Aramis tried hard not to sound like he was coaxing a child, and then he coughed lightly and said seriously, "First of all, according to the rules of the industry, killing a trumpet does not count as killing, so even if there are many petty people who offer a high reward for the 'Typewriter Warrior', the fact that you killed 'Aramis' does not meet the conditions for receiving the reward."

"I see."

Lancelot nodded slightly and said seriously: "This is a very good reason. If you try harder, maybe you can convince me."

"And then, as you just said, I finally managed to train this account. Even though it's not very powerful, there are still many good memories in it."

The cat-man's increasingly deep red vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and a playful arc appeared at the corners of his mouth: "So, although I lost 'Aramis', you... must be prepared to endure the revenge of 'Type Warrior' and [Bath of Fire]."

"Thanks for the reminder."

Lancelot raised his sword and gave Aramis an elegant knight's salute: "I will keep these words in mind."

Of course, that's what he said, but Lancelot didn't take this threat, which sounded quite intimidating, seriously at all. He put away his weapon just to give the other party a little hope and thus create greater despair.

But what he didn't know was that even if professional players at the top of the pyramid such as Xinglong, Lusail, and Guo Shi Wushuang came over, they would most likely choose to back down after the man in front of them threatened them with such a rare 'serious' attitude.

Even though most of the time he was just taking his friends to fish in troubled waters, chatting about sex and doing some cheap things, but since a long time ago, the 'typing warrior' has been ranked in the top three on the list of 'people you absolutely don't want to make enemies with' in the circle of top professional players!

Please note that what is meant here is not to offend, provoke, or anger, but to "make enemies". Therefore, although people will not offend "Typing Warrior" and [Bath of Fire] to death, the principle of kicking them a few times when you have the chance and not letting them escape if you can kill them has not changed.

But Lancelot was different. He did not understand the seriousness of the matter, and this time he really offended the president of the [Bath of Fire] Guild in front of him.

The reason is very simple, [Bath of Fire] has always bullied the weak and not afraid of the strong, and in Aramis' eyes, Lancelot is definitely a soft persimmon among soft persimmons, so even though he would never choose to hold Xinglong, Lussel, Guo Shi Wushuang, Sakaki Boss and others accountable under the same circumstances, the guy in front of him is a bit strong in panel strength, and is useless in other aspects. He is really suitable for making enemies!

"So……"

Aramis blinked and smiled brightly.

"So……"

Lancelot also laughed and raised the sword in his hand to indicate that he had no intention of finishing off the opponent.

【A fatal strike】

Without any warning, Aramis burned his life, wielded the dagger with his only remaining left hand, and stabbed Lancelot recklessly.

Unfortunately, the cat-man thief, whose health was almost gone, could not unleash any power at all. Lancelot just swung his weapon instinctively and killed the former on the spot whose speed, strength and breath were so weak that they were terribly weak.

The cat man's last smile before the sword pierced his heart made Lancelot log out of the game as if escaping for his life, and ran to the public space to contact the people from the Fishing King Club.

He didn't care whether he could get the bounty for the 'typing warrior'. After all, Lancelot had never lacked anything since he was a child. But even so, people like Ke Yi were still the ones that Lancelot tried his best to get close to, and causing trouble for Yuhuo was originally a task entrusted to him by the latter.

[As long as I can enter his inner circle...]

Lancelot in the public space pursed his lips, politely opened the message board, and contacted the young lady who had a close relationship with Ke Yi, the receptionist of the Fishing King Club, 'Kaguya Ryuguu'.

…

The other side

Public Space, Private Rooms at Portos

"Yo~"

The typing warrior, who had a simple and honest smile on his face and looked like an honest man, appeared in front of the three people in the white light and raised his hand cheerfully to say hello: "I'm back!"

Seventy-six sticks rolled their eyes and asked unhappily, "Are you back from the dead?"

"Tsk tsk, what are you talking about? I took advantage of that bastard's unpreparedness and gave him a [Life-Sacrificing Blow], which blew him up."

The typing warrior smacked his lips and said seriously, "That kid is probably crying and rebuilding his character right now. I sincerely hope that he will be reincarnated as a wild boar man. The fewer grandchildren are handsomer than me, the better."

"Well, death is back."

The seventy-six hammers nodded slightly, confirming their guess.

"Death is back."

Wu Nian, who was also a fairy in the public space and was sitting on the former's shoulder, also sighed.

"Death is back."

Yu Shang raised the corner of his mouth in an arc that seemed like a smile, and he looked a little happy.

"Tsk, you guys are just stupid... little fools who don't understand romance."

The typing warrior swung his middle finger at the seventy-six hammers, then squatted on the retro-style stone pillar next to him, cursing, "I'm serious, if you give me a character panel from the top 50... no no no, give me a character panel from the top 200, I can beat that bastard to death. I lose if I lose even a drop of blood!"

Yu Shang shrugged: "You were beaten to death."

"Listen to me carefully! I mean I need a ..."

"You were beaten to death."

"Come on, no matter how bad he is, he is still a numerical monster on the front page of the rankings. I..."

"You were beaten to death."

"A Po! Didn't A Po beat him? My PVP winning rate with A Po is..."

"You were beaten to death."

"If you do this again I'll call the police!"

"puff."

(Half) The dragon lady fisherman chuckled, turned her head away, and said in a coaxing tone: "Okay, okay, you are great, you are the best."

"Someone come!"

The typing warrior, unable to bear it any longer, stood up and shouted angrily, "Get her out of here!"

"I'll go to yours."

As a result, Seventy-Six Hammers kicked the typist warrior, who was also a cat-man in the public space, to the ground and said unhappily, "Don't be stupid, think about what to do next."

"I need to build a character and level up. I can't quit the game. The game cabin is quite expensive."

"Nonsense, what I'm saying is..."

"Let's go back to the team. We've had enough fun anyway."

"Uh... ah."

"Yu Shang and Wu Nian, go to the Forest of Elves to join up with the main group of [Bath of Fire] first. Be careful on the way. Portos and I will spend a few days to improve our strength to a high level, and then we will come to find you."

"Oh, okay."

"knew."

"I will go to my private room for a cadre-level meeting later. I have asked Beibei to notify everyone just now."

"What's the subject?"

"A hunt order."

"Oh, so petty?"

"Oh, what are you talking about? I don't want that little brat to die, it's just..."

"What?"

"No one dares not to give face to the [Bath of Fire Pursuit Order]. In other words, before that brat died, we who were operating in the Pan-Continent under the pretext of hunting him down..."

"us?"

"You won't be scolded by everyone for the time being!"

"grass!"

Chapter 2468: End