Mystery makes me strong

Chapter 1919 Card Player

"Go, my student, to deal with your first Sealed Artifact." Wen Rensheng nodded to Yang Weite.

"Obey, my heavenly father." Yang Weite said respectfully.

Then he came out of the void and came into the world.

He walked to the ruined walls of this battlefield, and he had to look at it for a while before he could see that this was actually a fortress, but now it is a ruin.

There are only a few places with complete rooms, and other places have become broken walls.

In the corner of a nearby wall, a wounded soldier quickly noticed him.

But the soldier just took a few glances, then lowered his head to adjust his armor and weapons, tightened his bandages, and didn't ask a word.

"Take me to meet your supreme commander." Yang Weite put the resuscitation scepter on the opponent's shoulder, and a green light wrapped around the soldier.

The soldier watched in amazement at the wound on his arm, which was healing quickly.

"Who are you, you?" The soldier finally pulled himself together, stood up, and asked in surprise.

"I come from the kingdom of God, and I came here to seal a demon." Yang Weite did not become a riddler, and he did not like to be Tyrael.

"Seal the demon, are you talking about the demon tide? Are you the messenger of God?" The soldier was dubious, but this did not stop him from shouting.

"Come quickly, the messenger of God has arrived!"

"He said he wanted to seal the devil!"

Soon, wounded soldiers in twos and threes, those who could still walk, gathered around.

Their faces were ashen, their bodies were black and smelly, dirty and torn, only their weapons had been wiped new.

"Messenger of God? Can you let me go home?" an old soldier begged.

"Let me go home too, and 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 here again." Yang Weite shook his head and said, "Only by sealing the demon can we solve all this."

"The demons are endless and can't be solved. 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, none of the survivors believed it, because all those who believed died.

They didn't escape, just because they couldn't escape, and 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 scanned the soldiers.

No one has hope in their eyes, no one.

Everyone despaired of the devil.

He put the Resuscitation Staff on a soldier in armor again, who looked like a leader.

memory capture.

This is the spell he learned after he became a necromancer. Heroes are invincible and Azeroth, there are always all kinds of strange spells.

Soon he learned a lot.

Demon tide, void demon, resistance, war, knight, vindictiveness...

From the memory of the other party, he saw familiar things, iron monsters, tanks?
And modern weapons.

Also, for the ancients, machine guns, cannons, and tanks were definitely demons.

"Can't the demons really 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 have been deceived too many times.

The opponent may be very powerful, but the great knight of the kingdom is also very powerful. In the end, he was eaten by a flame monster as a snack.

Fortunately, the flame monster seemed to be comfortable, so it lay down on the battlefield and took a nap, and finally disappeared.

"The reason is very simple. Your own strength remains the same, and you may even become weak due to fatigue and injuries. Only the combat experience increases, but the demons keep appearing and growing stronger."

"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 as illiterate as Captain Jia.

He looks confused at ordinary times, but he is smarter than anyone else when it comes to saving his life.

"Can you increase our strength?" Some soldiers couldn't believe it.

"You can give us many 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 there are a lot of lives, and it can be upgraded to infinitely brush equipment and improve strength.

The truly terrifying mode is the champion mode, with one life, and very few people who can pass the level to the end with one life.

"Player template?" All the soldiers were confused.

"Oh, in other words, do you want a game of Gwent? Are you afraid of playing Gwent?"

As Yang Weite said, he took out a card from their memory. There were imps, kings, swordsmen, archers, werewolves, and vampires...

"Hahaha, speaking of this, I'm an expert in our village. One year my youngest son was lost, and I insisted on finding him after winning the championship. At that time, he had already returned home by himself." The least of the soldiers began to get excited.

Because he understood!
The opponent wanted to give him abilities similar to those of a poker player!

That is, after death, as long as there are still 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 the card?" More soldiers were still confused.

"No, I want you to become card players. As long as you have chips, you can live. You can get some chips by killing a monster. You will lose some chips when you are killed by a monster. The more chips you have, the stronger you are, and when Only when the chips are cleared will you truly die."

The chip is the experience value, the experience value is obtained by killing the monster, and the experience value is reduced by death.

Players don't lose ranks, that's a reality, they will.

"This, this, Messenger of God, please grant us such power." Some of the crowd understood.

They knelt down in surprise and wanted to kiss Yang Weite's feet.

A halo of resistance appeared on Yang Weite, bouncing them away.

"What do you mean? I haven't understood yet."

"It's very simple. The next time we fight a monster, we will become card players. After killing the monster, you will get chips. After the monster kills you, you will not die and lose your chips." Someone explained.

More and more people understood and knelt down.

Yang Weit nodded, and then summoned the little panda.

"Mentor, please give them this ability according to what I just imagined."

"Look at what you said, I thought you had mastered it." The little panda said disdainfully.

"I just know the principle, I don't have that much power yet." Yang Weite said modestly.

Only then did the little panda nod, and a tentacle faintly emerged and tapped on his head.

A force passed to Yang Weite.

He understood how to empower these people with relevant abilities.

In fact, it is the digitization of characters, but this is the exclusive ability developed by Wen Rensheng.

Little Panda can rely on his status to get close and borrow one or two, but Yang Weit can't.

(End of this chapter)