The short-touch wand is now in a state of extreme regret.

Because he felt that he was born in the best era, the era when Magic Net appeared, movies and Magic Net games, which are just released...

What I regret most is that the character in World Rift has not been upgraded to level 25, and the disaster star ring has not had time to be equipped.

But it's useless to regret now, he's almost dead.

The short-touch wand was dragged to the deck of the merchant ship by the man. He covered his abdomen next to the side of the ship, and a biting pain came from his abdomen.

There was a expressionless man standing in front of him, and blood was dripping along the sword of the long sword in the man's hand.

The other party directly penetrated the abdomen of the Short-Touch Wand. The Short-Touch Wand felt that his internal organs were beyond help, and he probably could continue to live in this world for a few minutes.

The short-touch wand was waiting desperately for the man to understand him with the sword in his hand, a female voice sounded in his ears.

"Where did you teleport the container?"

The container? The short-touch magic wand kept breathing. In his vision, there was only the interface of the magic net. He was too lazy to care about what these killers wanted.

At least let me post on the caster forum before I die?

The short-touch wand stained with blood-stained fingertips edited the last post in life on Magic Network. The title of the post was 'Check! This is my last water post!'

"Answer me!"

Another voice that forced him to question.

Only when posting a short touch wand can you feel better than these killers.

No matter how strong you are, you won’t even know how powerful you are!

This thought of helplessness emerged from the mind of the short-touch wand.

But the next second, a hand suddenly reached into his mage robe, and a green leaf was taken out of the mage robe with the short-touch wand.

The moment he saw the leaf, the adrenaline began to be secreted in his body. The consciousness that the short-touch wand, which had been blurred due to blood loss, quickly became clear.

He gradually saw clearly that standing in front of him was a woman shrouded in gray robe.

"Give it back to me!"

The short-touch wand came from where the courage came from, shouted loudly at the woman.

When he wanted to reach out to grab the leaf, he fell to the ground because his body was too weak. The short-touch wand could only watch the woman take away the leaves of his own tree of the world.

"Where did you teleport her to that container, the woman named Hemina!"

The woman asked about the short-touch wand again in an impatient voice.

"You want to find Hemina?" The short-touch magic wand put his hands on the board. "I don't know where she was teleported, but I can use the magic net... to send her a message, as long as you return the leaves to me."

The short-touch wand compromised at this moment. He was not stupid, nor did he have the courage and consciousness to act like "swearing to death and never telling it".

In this state, he wanted to die more happily and could only cooperate with this woman.

"Morning Net? She also has a Magic Net? It's so good... You are friends with her."

The woman suddenly squatted down in front of the short-touch wand and returned the leaves in her hand to the short-touch wand again. When he thought his surrender had been successful, a silver needle suddenly appeared in the woman's hand.

The silver needle pierced into the eyebrows of the short-touch wand, and for a moment he felt something was suppressing his thinking.

"As long as you become my toy, that woman will be my friend." She let out a strange laugh, her short-touch wand covered her forehead, and there was a pain in her brain that was swallowed by insects.

As the pain continued to erode the short-touch wand's mind, a scene suddenly flashed in his mind. His character in the world's rift surrounded the holy light and released a magic called the Holy Word Shield!

The corrosive pain quickly dissipated with the magic.

What's going on? He can also release the Holy Word in reality!

"How dare you refuse!" The woman saw the silver needle dissipating between the eyebrows of the short-touch magic wand, and entered a state of rage again.

The short-touch wand was thinking about why he could use the Holy Word Shield in reality, but at this moment, a high eagle crow suddenly came from the sky.

An arrow hit the wooden board between the short-touch wand and the stitch.

The premonition of the crisis made the stitch quickly retreat and dodge an arrow that was passing by her cheek again, but the arrow broke into the back of the stitch in the air.

"It would be great if the arrows in the world rift could also use magic to control the direction."

A figure fell between the stitch and the short-touch wand. He shouted at the surroundings shortly after he fell.

"Who is the short-touch wand? Priest? Where is the priest?"

"Gang Destroy Monsters?" Short-Touch Wand shouted in surprise when he heard this voice. Even the teammates in the game came to reality?

The short-touch wand will not admit this sound. Every time the dungeon is destroyed, there will always be this sound wailing beside you.

"What?"

When the archer was about to correct his name, his intuition made the archer immediately hold the collar of the short-touch wand and jump to the other side of the deck.

The original location where the archer and the short-touch wand were located was penetrated by two sharp tentacles.

"Cough... hurry up and escape." The short-touch magic wand covered the wound on his abdomen, and blood was mixed in his mouth and said to the archer.

"Everyone, everyone on your magic network is so, making me irritated!"

The needle maniaclysm pulled out the arrow that pierced his back, and twenty-six silent monks in gray robes walked out of the cabin.

The breath of gray mist began to spread across the deck...

It is absolutely impossible to win by relying on archers alone here.

"We, the Scarlet Snake, have never lost in the team battle." The archer pulled out three arrows from the quiver beside him and put them on the bowstring. At this moment, the ship leaned down towards the short-touch wand.

The reason for the tilt was not that the water was in the cabin. The Short-Touch Wand turned back to his back in surprise... A group of fully armed thugs fell from mid-air to the deck behind the Short-Touch Wand.

The weight of their equipment almost overturned the entire merchant ship.

“It seems that it’s time.”

Rona took out a pure white mask and put it on his face. The scarlet-red Utoubore mark appeared above the mask when the magic power poured into it.

"Can... President?" Short-touch Wand couldn't believe that the person who exuded the aura of terrifying magic power was his president in the game.

"Press and hold here and don't move!"

When the short-touch wand was shocked by the origin of the group, a woman came to him and sprinkled a bottle of potion on her wound.

"Ice Vanilla?" The short-touch wand once again recognized a warrior player in the guild based on the sound.

The short-touch wand's head was a little dizzy, and he watched the fully armed thugs slowly walking towards the stitches in the distance.

"Who!" Rona's pupils behind the mask swept through the judges "are bullying the pastors of our guild?"
Chapter completed!