Samuel Silian, the "Dawning Light" of the Empire - and now a prisoner of the Empire.
When he was imprisoned until his hair grew long, his spiritual resonance body "Bifang" suddenly told him: oi, friend, I seem to have captured a few strong men, and we can be saved.
Samuel:? I mean what I said, man. If nothing unexpected happens, we can see each other in a week.
Bi Fang: It should be... Reliable, right?
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Blue star
A next-generation fully-realistic virtual game that transcends the times was born. The reason why it became famous was that the game administrator's quality was impressive, and he caused public outrage by criticizing people everywhere in the forum.
Player: I want to see what you made, but you still have the nerve to talk nonsense here (roll up your sleeves)
After logging in to the internal beta experience——
Player: Brother, I'm sorry, I admit that my voice was a bit loud just now.
Just when the game exploded and closed beta players were running around to hang out with their friends, the closed beta ended——
[Game update reminder, please rescue the poor, weak and helpless Imperial Marshal Samuel Cillian within three days, who was imprisoned for three days and then beheaded. If you fail or times out, the game will be permanently closed.]
Player: Huh? I fight the empire? Guaranteed work?
Garlic bird, garlic bird, it's not easy, just make do with it.
Then——
The GM who likes the cricket man has become two people. Haha, there can't be one of them who is the glorious marshal they finally rescued, right?
Please, no, Marshal, stop scolding.
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Samuel now has new worries. He looked at the group of players trying to put clothes on him and smiled helplessly: I'm really not cold.
Player: Hehe
Motto: There is strength in numbers