"Open service?!"
Han Dongwen's eyes glanced behind the Xuanji plate, and he suddenly cried out in surprise.
Xiao Hongdou, who was sleeping soundly next to him, was almost awakened. He quickly shut his mouth, stood up, frowned and paced back and forth.
There have been no explosive posts in the forum displayed by Xuanji Pan for a while.
It can be said that it is a great medicine, that is, in addition to his handsome "Si Meng promotional video", promotional videos from several other countries are also being released one after another.
But for Han Dongwen, these promotional videos are barely interesting.
The first is that he himself starred in the Simeng promotional video. I put on the filter and watched it over and over again. I had already twisted on the bed several times with a grinning smile. I just wished I could share it with others before watching anything else. When it comes to national propaganda videos, I always feel that this is all there is to compare with me.
The second is that for Han Dongwen, the two countries he really cares about right now, namely Taka and the Principality of West Asia, have not yet been released.
"How can the server just be launched?"
Han Dongwen almost scratched his head in anxiety. It was not yet time to ask for the Immortal Code on New Year's Eve, and he didn't know whether he had completed the task given by Prince Gao. If the server was launched, would he be able to survive the golden light?
He held the Xuanji plate and turned it over and over to read the instructions inside, but he discovered something strange.
"...Stress test, randomly issue official accounts?"
Han Dongwen frowned.
In his memory, "Que Yin" had never done anything like this.
Even when the game was launched, the server was down for two hours because too many people registered at the same time.
But even if it goes down, there will be no restrictions on new player registration after recovery?
"It seems that it is indeed because of something I did... Is this what is said in parallel world science fiction works, changing the world line?"
Han Dongwen sighed and glanced at the comment area, only to find a familiar name.
"Sherlock Hook's live broadcast?"
He was a little surprised to see Sherlock Hook's name here. This kind of official post gave this kind of promotion a top priority. When did Sherlock Hook and "Quiet" officially hook up?
Idle time is also idle. Han Dongwen thought for a while and then tried to click into the live broadcast room.
To his surprise, Xuanji Pan could also display his live broadcast room.
Of course, being unable to interact is considered a default limitation.
There was a black screen countdown in the Sherlock Hook live broadcast room. It was currently in the last two minutes. Han Dongwen glanced at the title and was immediately attracted.
[First release on the entire network! Big news before server launch! Taka area promotion PV! 】
"This guy has quite a lot of resources. He can also get this kind of first-hand information. It seems that he is really good at it."
Han Dongwen was speechless secretly and waited with interest.
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"Everything is miserable, but there is no pagoda."
A deep and old narration sounded, like an old man talking.
But behind his voice, there was still a tremor of pain.
The screen lights up, showing the prosperous and lively market in Taka. People seem to be living and working in peace and contentment, enjoying the luxurious stability and peace that comes with being citizens of a big country.
"River fish, come and see, this morning's river fish!"
"The oysters from Blood Harbor are too late and are gone!"
Lively hawking sounds came and went, and there were suddenly some different noises in the crowded streets.
The crowd gradually quieted down, vendors stopped selling, and pedestrians stopped communicating.
They all looked up to one side of the street, then clasped their hands together and raised them flat in front of their foreheads.
The crowds lined up on both sides like a divided ocean, leaving the road open to a group of monks.
A group of blindfolded monks in dark red robes all lowered their heads, chanted Buddha's name and clasped their hands together, and walked slowly forward on the road.
They couldn't see the road, but it didn't matter. Wherever the monks went, the surrounding people naturally and respectfully gave way to the road.
Under such courtesy, the blindfolded monks gradually walked away. After a long time, the crowd became lively again.
However, at the window of a building next to the market, a figure stood for a long time watching the group of monks until they left his sight, then turned around and walked out of the camera.
When he turned around, he could see the mask on the man's face, which was a cat made of emerald.
The screen fades to black and the narration sounds.
“The only way is to cross by yourself, to cross by yourself.”
The tone was miserable, as if he couldn't bear to read it.
"boom!"
There was a heavy muffled sound, and a man fell on the battlefield. His head was deformed and dented by the heavy Zen staff, and his eyes almost popped out.
The heavy Zen staff drags on the ground, and the camera moves upward, gradually revealing the entire picture.
This is a battlefield.
A one-sided slaughterhouse.
The monk soldiers in scarlet robes waved the weapons in their hands, and some even had seals connected in their hands. Waves of Buddha light lit up, and the seals and light were like bombs blasting towards the enemies in front of them. A group of people who were unable to fight back were members of a certain country. Soldier in golden armor.
"Kill living beings to protect the Dharma and stop the Buddha's enemies!"
Rather than a war cry, the slogans of these monk soldiers were more like solemn chanting, as if they were not killing people, but liberating evil spirits.
Suddenly there was a noise and smoke dancing in the distance of the battlefield. A group of armored cavalry, armed with spears, rushed towards the monk soldiers at high speed.
The effect of this sudden impact was very significant. Several monk soldiers were knocked over by spear thrusts, and the morale of the golden-armored soldiers finally improved a bit.
However, before the cavalryman had time to turn his horse's head, a violent trembling sound sounded from outside the screen, and at the same time, a loud and harsh neighing like a whistle and trumpet hit his ears.
Elephant calls!
The horses and people were swept over by the thick trunks of the elephants, and the people were turned upside down. The giant elephants rushing into the battlefield trampled many golden-armored soldiers into a pulp just by moving.
These white elephants are not ordinary elephants. They are much taller than so-called mammoths!
Their rough skin and thick flesh are covered with thick golden armor, and on the thick ivory, there are several dazzling gold rings and bracelets like jewelry.
Rich and deadly.
A series of cuts began to flip quickly, and one could see such Takamon soldiers defeating various enemy armies on one side on various battlefields.
The screen turned to black and the narration sounded again.
"Even if you have good intentions, they will retreat in a moment. If you encounter bad luck, your thoughts will increase."
The tone of this voice's recitation was more painful than each sentence.
Under the black screen, there was the sound of a sharp blade piercing the flesh.
The screen slowly lit up, and the tragic battlefield just now had become cold and dark.
The monk soldiers, war elephants, and the Taka army that had the upper hand just now all fell in a pool of blood.
If the battlefield just now was like a slaughterhouse, the battlefield at this moment is as desolate as a barren tomb.
A short dagger was stabbed into the chests of these monk soldiers and in the eyes of the giant elephants. The handles of the daggers were all covered with gold and silver. They were simply extremely gorgeous and luxurious ritual vessels.
What is even more eye-catching is that these daggers are all inlaid with a piece of emerald green.
The tragedy of every battlefield is the same.
The scene returned to the original market, where the blindfolded monks fell into a pool of blood like monk soldiers on the battlefield. However, this time, it seemed that the murderer had not left yet.
That was the person who appeared on the second floor before. He was still wearing the emerald mask, standing quietly among the corpses of the blindfolded monks like a god of death. The Taka people around him had already fled in a hurry, leaving only The unattended fish for sale are still swimming crowdedly in the water cage.
Jade Mask raised his head and looked towards the second floor window where he was previously——
Gao, wearing a white cat mask, stood there and nodded quietly.
"There is hell."
The black picture was accompanied by the ethereal chanting sound, and the words Taka emerged.
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