Warwick the Godfather of Terra

Warwick, the Godfather of Terra, author: A bowl of chives

Summary:

What, this isn't Rupert, this is a compressed werewolf, put him in blood, he will automatically grow bigger and taller when he encounters blood, you see he has a strong blood-sucking ability, he is a small 1.6 meters tall, when he sucks blood, he is a 3.5 meters by 2.2 meters Zaun rage beast, you see he doesn't shed hair or dandruff, no matter how you hit him, he can't be broken, use him to deal with a natural disaster, and then he can cure mineral sickness, it's very useful, what, it's so useful where can I buy it? Click on the novel, read it immediately, it's also fun.

Chapter 1: Werewolves need their own way of traveling

It’s still China, it’s still CS City, and it’s still Shengxing Internet Cafe.

"Fuck, your ultimate move embarrassed your mother!"

"I have done a great job this time."

"You bastard, you are such a dead dog trying to steal other people's heads."

Because of the epidemic, college students who have been holding back for three years are finally freed, so today's Shengxing Internet Cafe is also...

No one is there.

Nowadays, there are computers in dormitories. Who still goes to the Internet cafe for five consecutive days like before? Besides, there are so many cheating mobile games and young ladies who are just not good enough. Is it that Tik Tok is not good anymore, or that there are no brothers anymore? Why do we still have to go to the Internet cafe next door and pay ten yuan an hour?

Don’t think the money is enough?

Isn’t it nice to have a lot of money and call your favorite V, and you can also hear the guy in the suit sweetly call you "good brother".

Besides, it's Chinese New Year, and except for some local residents who don't live too close and have no time to go back home, or orphans whose household registration books are as empty as the family tree of a dog, everyone goes home to celebrate the New Year. Who would stay in this crappy second-tier university if they don't have to endure the severe power rationing, the hot water room that is sometimes hot and sometimes cold, and the cafeteria auntie's spoon that is like Parkinson's?

And the most important thing is that people are said to have gone missing in this Internet cafe.

However, there are always some poor people who cannot go back for some reason.

For example, these poor brothers in the Internet cafe.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

A fat man weighing more than 200 pounds squeezed his fat body into the gaming sofa, typing on the keyboard with his fingers as thick as radish while coughing desperately.

As he coughed, the plump fat on his face, squeezed out by the glasses frame, trembled constantly, which reminded people of lard, so delicious.

The bald guy next to him leaned madly to the right, away from him, and greeted with disdain:

"Don't tell me, Fatty. With your behavior, don't tell your parents. Even if it were me, I wouldn't dare let you go home for the New Year. It's your business if you cough to death, but don't infect me."

"Ahem. Ahem."

The fat man coughed violently a few times, took the large bottle of iced cola beside him, unscrewed it and took a big gulp.

As if he had gained some strength from the delicious Koruo that was a hundred times more delicious than toilet cleaner, the violent coughing stopped immediately. The fat man burped with satisfaction, and breathed out a breath of spicy food that tasted like malatang, with sugar, vinegar and sesame paste. He turned his head and laughed.

"You still have me to accompany me, Brother Fan. My uncle and aunt haven't finished their lives yet."

The bald guy called Brother Fan sighed, glanced at his fat roommate with the eyes of a landlord doting on his silly son, then turned off the unlimited firepower failure praise interface on the computer interface, clicked on the 0/21/7 Yasuo given by the fat guy next to him in the previous game with extremely fast hand speed, and then clicked on the next game.

"No, the old man and the old lady are all dead."

The fat man said in surprise as he kept pressing the mouse to agree to the game.

"Then why don't you go home for the New Year? Are you having a quarrel with your uncle and aunt?"

"No, the old man and the old lady are in good health. If I go back, they will have to prepare a large table of food and so on. It's too tiring. If I don't go back, they can save a lot of effort by just making a small meal. They are not in good health to begin with."

Brother Fan said this and clicked the button to agree to the game.

"Besides, if I go home and play on the computer, they will scold me. How can I accompany you with unlimited firepower?"

The fat man was immediately moved.

"Brother Fan, I..."

"I want to have chicken chop rice and two grilled sausages tonight."

The touch in the fat man's eyes suddenly disappeared.

As expected, there is no love without reason. You are just greedy for the 15,000 yuan New Year's money that my father gave me.

"Okay, no problem, I'll give you an fried egg."

The fat man drank up the bottle of happy water beside him in a huff.

“The boss is awesome.”

As the two clicked, the screen flashed, and the Summoner's Rift that had accompanied him over the past few years reappeared, with a ferocious giant beast covered in purple appearing on its face.

"You want to..."

"I do not want."

Before he could finish his words, Brother Fan used up the dice and randomly picked a hero.

The big bug is the specialty of the fat boy next to him, and he doesn't want to steal the credit.

Besides, unlimited firepower playing with meat, haha.

"Blood is flowing...no one will be spared..."

A burly figure leaped across the screen, a ferocious giant wolf with golden claws on its feet, and a fierce aura was overwhelming.

Vomiting.

Lao Fan's eyes lit up, and he immediately rejected the fat man's request to replace his werewolf with the big bug Void Terror. He opened the rune page and replaced it with the second page of runes.

He is an old werewolf expert. He has been playing this game since the werewolf was still called Bloodthirsty Hunter. He reached the gold level just by playing the werewolf jungle game alone.

Now five years later, he is a distinguished...golden goalkeeper.

There is no way, the good fruits have gone bad, the hot summer on the streets of Shenyang is over, and he is old, his hand speed and awareness are not as good as before.

Besides, Werewolf isn't considered a very strong hero right now. It can only be said that he hasn't fallen to the bottom yet.

But in unlimited firepower, he as a werewolf will definitely be able to kill everyone, and that’s enough fun!

Besides, now that I have all the skins, how can I not show off?

Don't think that men who play games are too mature, because their passion never cools down.

He put on the first skin that accompanied him in his conquests, a skin that looked bloodthirsty and violent. The screen flashed and the game loaded.

"You go first, I'll start a daily...cough cough cough..."

At this moment, the fat man next to him had another attack, and the mobile phone he had taken out was coughed onto the table.

The fat guy quickly pulled himself out of the soft gaming chair, ignored the crisp "Ah Kenaizi" on his phone, and hurried to the bar to buy his own cough medicine, an icy cola.

"Bring me a sausage."

Lao Fan on the side fired the cannon and jumped in while shouting.

"Ahem, cough, cough."

The fat man responded with a series of loud coughs.

After finding the map, Lao Fan selected the location and clicked OK.

"whoosh"

"Oh!"

The picture flashed, and the werewolf with flames dragging behind it disappeared from the picture.

However, the computer screen suddenly flashed!

Lao Fan only felt something hit his butt, and then he lost consciousness.

The computer in front of him and the fat man's mobile phone disappeared from this world along with him.

On the fat man's computer nearby, the werewolf avatar that was originally ranked first also disappeared strangely.

Everything is as if this world has never existed.

After a while.

"Brother Fan, the sausages are out of stock, so I bought you a pack of rice crust..."

The fat guy who drank the happy water was eating while walking with a bag of rice crusts in his arms and greeting people. But when he went upstairs and saw the empty seat at the door, he was stunned.

Oh shit, is it true that there are ghosts in Internet cafes that eat people?

Chapter 2 You pissed off Warwick

Terra, Syracuse, the dark streets of Volsini.

As we all know, places like Dark Street are called this kind of name, and they must be doing shameful things.

What takes place in such places is either friendly, harmonious and lively exchanges, humane organ donations, or actions that warm you and me and let love last forever.

And today is no exception.

Since the name of the dark street is dark, it must not be bright. In the middle of two skyscrapers, this area is shrouded in the shadows of the two buildings on the left and right. Even at noon, there is still no sunlight shining in, and the whole street is extremely dark.

It is called a street, but in fact it is an alley with a total length of no more than a hundred meters. However, unlike other alleys, the middle of this alley is not filled with the vomit of drunkards, the excrement of homeless people, and the straw mats of the poor infected people.

There were people who dared to do this. In the past, there were. However, after they all turned into nutrients in the flower beds, no one wanted to do their part to contribute to the greening business of Syracuse.

After all, it is better to live than die.

"Doyles, are you sure you want to give up this opportunity?"

Not far from the entrance to the dark street, a young man dressed as a grocery clerk was lining up the paper bags in his hands while talking to the gangster in front of him who was wrapped in a black suit and looked like a real estate salesperson.

"If it were me, I wouldn't give up this opportunity. This is the only Texas family vault that has not been discovered. Although there is only a coming-of-age gift for their eldest daughter, the value of it is beyond the imagination of a low-level member like you."

Although the young clerk spoke in a frivolous tone and even slowed down his speech, it could be seen from the way he kept glancing towards the gangster's puffy chest.

He is very anxious, more anxious than him.

I know you are anxious, but I am more anxious than you, so I will make you anxious.

The gang members in front of him were obviously indifferent, which made him a little impatient.

"Okay, since you don't plan to buy it, I'll go find Duranger. He promised much more than you did."

The young clerk said this and turned to leave.

However, what he was thinking in his heart was to get the gangsters behind him to keep him so as to raise the price.

So, he didn't walk very fast.

However, before he could take a few steps, a hand reached his shoulder, and at the same time, he could feel from the touch of his shoulder that it was pure gold.

"address."

There came a sound like that of a broken gong.

The clerk smiled contemptuously. Although he was a non-local who came back from Colombia, it was not difficult for him to control the peripheral gangsters. These guys were no different from those who came to buy discounted items. As long as the goods were running out and he urged them, they would take the bait obediently.

"Take it, take it. I'm leaving."

Throwing the paper bag in his hand back, the young man was about to turn around and take out the gun from his waist, when suddenly, a sharp broken blade pierced his heart directly.

The movements are crisp and smooth.

"Columbian boy, didn't anyone tell you that in Syracuse, you should never turn your back on anyone."

The hoarse voice sighed, picked up the envelope on the ground, and dragged the body inside pretending to be drunk.

Not far away is an underground canal, at the bottom of which are acid source stone worms raised by an unknown family.

These guys can corrode anything and are the best helpers in dealing with corpses.

"puff"

The killer threw the body he had just stabbed into a dark alley, turned around and was about to go home before the night of reckoning.

What would happen on the night of reckoning was not something that a low-ranking member like him, who was not even qualified to put a pen on his chest, could participate in. All he could do was to go home quickly, drink a cup of hot Victorian tea, eat sugar pies with his mother and brother, have a good sleep, and then deliver the news to his godfather the next day.

In this way, his status will be raised again and he will become a formal member.

Thinking about it makes me excited.

He was dreaming about his wonderful life, but when the gangster turned around, he saw a ragged Luper looking at him stupidly.

"Damn it."