"Go, my student, go and deal with your first Sealed Artifact." Wen Rensheng pointed to Yang Weite.
"As ordered, my heavenly father." Yang Weite said respectfully.
Then he walked out of the void and came to this world.
He walked to the ruins of the battlefield, and after a while, he could see that it was originally a fortress, but now it is a ruin.
There are only a few places where there are still complete rooms, and other places have become broken walls.
In the corner of the nearby wall, a wounded soldier quickly noticed him.
But the soldier just glanced at it, then lowered his head to organize his armor and weapons, and tightened the bandages, without asking a word.
"Take me to see your supreme commander." Yang Weite put the resuscitation scepter in his hand on the opponent's shoulder, and a green light wrapped around the soldier.
The soldier watched in amazement that the wound on his arm was healing quickly.
"You, who are you?" The soldier finally cheered up, stood up, and asked in surprise.
"I come from the kingdom of God, and I came here to seal a demon." Young Witt was not a riddleman, he did not like to be Tyrael.
"Seal the demon, are you talking about the magic tide? Are you the messenger of God?" The soldier was dubious, but that didn't stop him from shouting loudly.
"Come on, people, the messenger of God is here!"
"He said he wanted to seal the devil!"
Soon nearby, the wounded soldiers in twos and threes, and those who could still walk, all gathered.
Their faces were gray, their bodies were black and smelly, dirty and torn, and only their weapons had been wiped new.
"God's messenger? Can you let me go home?" an old soldier begged.
"Let me go home too, never come here."
"let's go."
The soldiers looked at Yang Weite with desperate eyes.
"I can let you go home, but the king can let you come back here." Yang Weite shook his head and said, "Only by sealing the demons can we solve all this."
"The demons are endless, there is nothing that can't be solved, the messenger of God, just let us go to a place where no one can find us." The soldiers said very realistically.
What about defeating the devil and saving the kingdom? Before they came, they still believed in this sentence. After they came, no one who survived believed it, because everyone who believed in it died.
They didn't escape, just because they couldn't escape, they could live here for a few more days. If they escaped, they would be caught by the fierce knights and hanged on the wall.
Yang Weite glanced at the soldiers.
No one has hope in their eyes, no one.
Everyone is despairing of the devil.
He put the resuscitation scepter on an armored soldier again, who looked like a head.
Memory capture.
This is the spell he learned after he became the undead archmage. Heroes are invincible. There are always all kinds of strange spells in Azeroth.
Soon he knew a lot.
Magic tide, void demon, resistance, war, knight, grudge...
From the other party's memory, he saw familiar things, iron monsters, tanks?
And modern weapons.
Also, to the ancients, machine guns, cannons, and tanks were definitely demons.
"Can the demons really be able to solve it?"
"Why are you desperate?"
He said lightly.
No one answered.
The soldiers all stared at him blankly.
They also want to trust each other, but they are deceived too many times.
The opponent may be very powerful, but the great knight of the kingdom is also very powerful. In the end, it was not eaten by a flame monster as a snack.
Fortunately, the flame monster seemed to feel comfortable, so it lay on the battlefield and slept, and finally disappeared.
"The reason is very simple. Your own strength remains unchanged, and even weakens due to fatigue and injury. Only the combat experience increases, but the demons keep appearing and increasing."
"You only have one life. If one demon dies, ten more will come."
"As long as these two points are resolved, you will have hope."
Yang Weite said with a smile.
The soldiers are not stupid. Even if most of them are illiterate and illiterate, they are illiterate like Captain Jia.
Usually seems confused, but when it comes to saving his life, he is smarter than anyone else.
"Can you increase our strength?" Some soldiers couldn't believe it.
"You can give us a lot of lives?" Another soldier asked in surprise.
"Of course, you only need one player template." Yang Weite said with a smile.
He just came out of the dark world.
The three major modes of Diablo, ordinary nightmare hell, is there any player who feels at a loss?
It's not because of a lot of life, and because it can be upgraded, it can be used for unlimited equipment, and its strength can be improved.
The really scary mode is the champion mode. There are very few people who can pass the level with one life.
"Player template?" The soldiers were confused.
"Oh, in other words, do you want a game of Gwent? Are you afraid of playing Gwent?"
Yang Weite said, and took out a card from their memory in his hand, there were little devils, there were kings, there were swordsmen, there were archers, there were werewolves, and there were vampires...
"Hahaha, speaking of this, I am a master in our village. One year my youngest son was lost, and I insisted on winning the championship and then looking for it. At that time, he had gone home by himself." The fewest soldiers began to get excited.
Because he understood!
The other party wanted to give him abilities similar to that of a poker player!
That is, after death, as long as you still have chips, you can continue to be on the table, and as long as you win, you will play more and more chips, experience more and more, and accumulate more and more good cards.
"Messenger of God, do you mean to give us the power of cards?" More soldiers were still confused.
"No, I want you to be poker players. As long as you still have chips, you can live. Kill a monster and you will get a chip. If you are killed by a monster, you will lose your chips. The more chips you have, the stronger you are. Only when you are cleared will you truly die."
Chips are experience points. Kill monsters to gain experience points, and kill them to lose experience points.
Players will not be relegated, this is reality, they will be relegated.
"This, this, the messenger of God, please grant us such strength." Some of the crowd understood.
They knelt down in surprise. UU reading www.uukanshu.com wanted to kiss Yang Weite's feet.
A resistance aura appeared on Yang Weite's body, which bounced them away.
"What do you mean? I haven't understood it yet."
"It's very simple. The next time we fight with monsters, we will become card players. After killing the monster, you will get chips. After the monster kills you, you will not die and lose a chip." Someone explained.
More and more people understood and knelt down.
Yang Weitai nodded, and then summoned the red panda.
"Teacher, please give them this ability according to what I imagined just now."
"Looking at what you said, I thought you had mastered it." Little Panda said disdainfully.
"I just know the principle, I don't have that much power yet." Yang Weite said modestly.
The little panda nodded, and a tentacle appeared faintly and touched his head.
A force was passed on to Yang Weite.
He understood how to give these people the relevant abilities.
In fact, it is character dataization, but this is an exclusive ability developed by Wen Rensheng.
Red pandas can approach by their identity and borrow one or two, but Yang Weite can't.
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