Chapter 1893: Werewolf Warwick

One thousand eight hundred and ninety-three chapters
"You can get one hundred thousand dollars if you kill this humiliation of Huaxia once without being surprised?"
"Isn't it, as long as you keep killing him, you can get an unlimited reward of one hundred thousand dollars?"
"Who is this humiliating person? Why does he make this netizen so angry?"
The teenager was quickly attracted by this post, and after strolling around, he found that many people in the post were leaving comments.
Someone clamored that after the servers were merged, they must be brainless to chase down this pet and kill him until he drops zero level and quit the game.
It is also said that being insulted is the No. 1 God of War in China, and one of the strongest enemies of Japanese clothing.
Others say that being insulted is the No. 1 God in China...
In short, there are many rumors.
A strong interest appeared on the boy's face.
"Since ancient times, our empire has a long history with Huaxia. The Chinese people are proud of themselves and feel that everything belongs to them. I don’t know that our empire has surpassed them in many traditional skills..."
As an islander with a strong self-esteem, a teenager naturally has an average affection for Chinese people.
"In this way, I have to kill the humiliation before I want to merge."
A strong sense of war flashed in the boy's eyes.
...
Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan, US.
This is the most famous slum in the country.
No matter day or night, here is full of ethnic conflicts and various crime scandals.
At this time, in an ordinary bungalow, Eun took off some inferior mottled game helmets, spit chewing gum on the wall, and cursed: "Damn storm, Lao Tzu's copy is maintained before it's finished, is it going to die?"
Throwing the helmet on the bed angrily, the black teenager stood up. The black teenager with dirty braids next to him was disappointed: "Isn't it Eun? It's my turn to play and the server will be maintained?"
"Heath, I can't be blamed, it's the gangsters of Stormwind."
Eun waved his hand. This is a slum. Anything over three hundred dollars is a luxury.
The price of Stormwind’s heavenly helmet is as high as three hundred and fifty dollars.
For Eun and Heath, this was a sky-high price.
However, the two grew up in an orphanage, and were nurtured into nondescript "geniuses" by the cruel society.
They relied on the money earned by stealing and robbing lower grade students, and devoted themselves to the game of Heaven, just to forget the cruelty of the real world.
After a period of development, the account they created together became the top ten in the US server rankings.
However, due to the lack of money and the help of the team, their equipment is not very good.
Although they are somewhat famous now, they are not top-tier players.
"Damn Storm Company, wasted my time playing games, I hate these gangsters!"
Heath scolded furiously.
Eun shrugged: "It's okay Heath, after these few days of maintenance, we can log in to the world sea, go to Chinese clothing, Japanese clothing, European clothing and other places to explore!"
Heath reluctantly calmed down his anger: "Those so-called high-end players occupy the best resources of the US server. We are poor people who naturally can't do them. If they can grab other servers and occupy resources, it would be good."
He looked at the messy low-rent housing: "Eun, I really want to move out here. We must rely on heaven to make a fortune, otherwise I am worried that one day I will be shot by those niggers!"
"You are also a nigger."
Eun originally wanted to make a complaint, but when he remembered what he saw on the forum, he said with a golden light: "Heath, let me tell you, I just saw an opportunity for us to rise!"
"Ok?"
Heath was obviously curious.
"It's like this, the local tyrants who don't know where they are, they are offering a reward for a Chinese player called "Do not be surprised"."
After Eun probably explained it again, Histon was excited: "You mean, you can get one hundred thousand dollars in reward for killing this Chinese once?"
"Yes, not only that, as long as we are capable, we can kill this Chinese indefinitely and become a millionaire, a multimillionaire!"
Eun almost roared and shouted, Heath was too excited, but he questioned: "Who is posting the reward? He really has so many rewards?"
"It's an anonymous account, but don't worry. The forum reviewed his reputation value. This person must be a reputable user. Since they have money, they can definitely take it out. Let's just kill the Chinese miscellaneous. !"
Eun took out two bottles of Coca-Cola that he drank last night from the refrigerator, and after giving Heath a bottle, the latter raised the bottle: "Come on Eun, whether we can move out of this ghost place in the future depends on this Chinese offal. Up!"
"Cheers for the Chinese offal after the merger of the global service!"
In the voice of "Qiang", Hu Chou intertwined, and the two slum teenagers saw the future from Chu Jing.
...
A skyscraper near Times Square in New York, here is the headquarters of the famous Warcraft Club.
The Warcraft Club is similar to the guild of the national service.
They recruit masters from all walks of life with strong funds and are active in various popular skin beautification games.
The strength of the club is enough to squeeze into the top five in the United States, very strong!
The twenty-eighth floor of the skyscraper belongs to the studio of a member of the Warcraft Club.
Thousands of square rooms are equipped with soft sofas, space gaming chairs, various desktops, notebooks, and helmet-mounted computers.
In the middle of the studio, there is a large hanging monitor.
A video that shocked the skin just now was playing on the monitor.
- Jack Jones, the former president of Stormwind, announced his resignation. Second shareholder Johnny Johnson announced his position and gave a speech on Stormwind’s official TV station.
"Everyone, I am very happy to represent Storm and serve as a server for the majority of players in the United States."
"About our company's future policies..."
Johnny gave a long speech with a very grandiose smile.
The head of the Warcraft Club waswolf Warwick stood up. He is not a werewolf, just a white man with a beard, a wolf head tattooed on his arm, and a height of more than 195 meters.
He got his name because his race was "Wolfman" in the game of heaven.
Warwick's tall body is very stiff: "Do you have no inside story about Jack Jones' abdication?"
There are thousands of offline members of the club.
But so many people gathered together, but no one said anything.
Warwick frowned slightly: "According to what I know about Jack Jones, he is very arrogant, and after the merger of the global service, the world's major game companies will secretly compete for the game of Heaven."
"For major companies, after the establishment of Global Service, we will fight against each other openly and secretly. For Storm, this grand battle has just begun. How can Jack Jones retreat behind the scenes when he should open up the territory? Among them, for sure. There's something tricky, don't you have so many people without any news?"
Warwick became more impatient as he talked about it. There are so many people in the club and many games are highly played. Are they all waste?
"Mr. Warwick, to tell you that, when Leonard and I were drinking yesterday, he said that he and Jack Jones seem to have some intersection..."