Chapter 673 So Angry!

The Grand Duke of Blood sat at the front of a long table in the main hall, which was a position of power, and his family would line up on both sides of the long table at a time during meals.

But today was a bit different, the family members of the Grand Duke of Blood stood behind him, and his youngest daughter, Pest, stood beside him.

"This is the holy spirit you are playing with?"

Under the guidance of Pest, the Grand Duke of Blood logged into the official website of "Warcraft". After spending fifteen gold coins to buy a deluxe version, he downloaded the entire game in less than ten minutes.

"The holy spirit is a game mode extended from Warcraft, father, you have to click here, and then press match to play." Pest said.

"Let me explore by myself."

Grand Duke Blood looked at the interface presented by the magic net in front of him. This interface revealed an aura made of iron and blood. Even the moment the button was pressed, the sound of gears turning could be heard.

At this moment, Duke Blood admitted...he still underestimated Qiao Xiu.

Since the emergence of the magic net, the curiosity and thirst for knowledge of the Duke of Blood has risen to an extreme. This virtual world completely composed of inscriptions... is something he has never seen in such a long life.

He spent a whole month immersed in the magic net, from the fact that he couldn't remember where the keys of the virtual keyboard were, to now he can smoothly record an entire article with the virtual keyboard.

During this period, he spent a lot of time absorbing the new knowledge of the magic net, whether it is the songs on the magic net music, or the latest movie released by the Nolan cinema, now the Grand Duke of Blood can enjoy it as a delicious meal.

Only the games, those pixel games in the game section of the caster forum, the blood prince is really hard to swallow.

His little arrogance played a role in front of the game, and he stubbornly believed that the game should be something that children play.

But the Grand Duke of Blood quietly listened to the tight and passionate music echoing in his ears, giving people an atmosphere of being on the battlefield. All this really made it difficult for the Grand Duke of Blood to attribute it to the boring games played by children '.

He clicked on the interface of the holy spirit in front of him to start matching, and he entered the hero selection screen after waiting for less than three minutes.

"Twenty-five heroes?"

The Grand Duke of Blood waved the original spar mouse and selected the head portrait of the first hero.

Watcher Sammetar Arnorod, when the Grand Duke of Blood saw this name and a man holding a big sword appear in the center of the screen of the magic net, his already dry tear glands suddenly became moist.

"Father's characters are all past heroes of all races in the world." Pest immediately explained.

"Past...heroes?"

Duke Blood clicked on these portraits one by one. Many of the names on them are very familiar to Duke Blood. Although their appearance has changed in the game, some characteristics still remain.

"Father?"

Pest observed the abnormal expression of the Blood Grand Duke.

"I don't know if I can be one of them one day."

The Grand Duke of Blood laughed at himself, and then directly chose the watchman, Sammetar Arnorod.

"Let's fight side by side again, old friend." The Blood Duke muttered to himself.

At this moment, his evaluation of the Holy Spirit game is no less than Tailin's song and the movie "This Devil Is Not So Cold".

If he meets Qiao Xiu again, he must apologize to Qiao Xiu properly.

But this idea dissipated instantly within ten minutes of a battle.

Five minutes ago, the blood prince felt a touch that had not been felt in hundreds of years, but five minutes later, the blood prince felt... an anger that had never been seen in hundreds of years!

"Father! You shouldn't have bought so many medicines in the first place!"

"My lord, your initial equipment can't beat the wild monsters of the ancient level at all."

"Wait, the enemy seems to have come around from the wild!"

Hearing the reminders from his family members behind him, the Grand Duke of Blood had the illusion that he was a toddler who had just learned to walk.

The majestic image he had established in the minds of his family in the past has completely collapsed on this battlefield of the holy spirit.

That watchman Sammetar Arnorod has been beheaded by the enemy seven times in a row!

"Master Duke, the first game is normal, maybe the next game will be better."

The family members behind carefully comforted the bloody prince who was on the verge of erupting.

"It doesn't make sense."

After the watchman controlled by the Blood Duke was beheaded by the enemy for the eighth time, the Blood Duke could no longer hold back his dissatisfaction.

"With Sammetar's strength, it's a breeze to defeat a little assassin, and he doesn't even need to draw his sword!"

The Grand Duke of Blood is not only familiar with the hero he controls, the hero who killed him, the Grand Duke of Blood, has also fought against him in reality.

Although the so-called folding sword Gemel was a well-known assassin in human history.

But when the Blood Duke had confronted this guy, the Blood Duke only chanted a spell and captured him.

"My lord, other people's equipment is much stronger than yours. It's normal to have this kind of damage."

A daring family member comforted the blood-thirsty prince.

The family members behind Grand Duke Blood began to think of ways to appease their master's emotions, but a message popped up in the chat window, making all the family members regret not finding a reason to leave early.

‘The caretaker on the road is so weak, will he play it? '

The sender of the message is called the Wall of Ossenburg.

The Duke of Blood saw this message in an instant. He was usually known as the most amiable Duke in the Demon Realm, but at this moment his anger could no longer be controlled, and it poured out directly into letters on the keyboard like a flood.

‘The strength of this great caretaker is beyond your doubts! boy! '

‘What kind of strength can a record of zero kills and eight deaths have...Why did I get matched with a newcomer again? It’s really unlucky. '

Seeing this news, Duke Blood slammed on the stone table in front of him with both hands, and a large number of cracks appeared on the surface of the stone table, extending all the way.

Pest, who was standing by the side, took a step back after feeling the anger of the Grand Duke of Blood. This was the first time Pest had seen his father get so angry since he could remember.

Scarlet magic power surged in the hands of Grand Duke Blood, which was enough to kill hundreds of weak humans, but at this moment he could only put his hands on the virtual keyboard and type a string of letters to refute the opponent.

'Take back what you said before! '

'Aren't you convinced that you played so weakly? Waiting to come out for a duel? '

duel?

At this moment, Grand Duke Blood suddenly stood up from his seat.

A mere human being, he can crush the opponent's heart into pieces with just a grasp of his hand.

"Pest inform the guard that I'm going to the human world!"

Grand Duke Blood wanted him to understand what kind of person he had provoked.

"Father, he invited you...to a duel on the Holy Spirit!" Pest immediately reminded the Blood Duke loudly beside him.