Warhammer Wizard

"Pink Horse's top brand, which one I haven't tasted?"

Ding Laji's short body stood on the chair, talking so much. The guests at the nearby tables were all heard attentively: "If you want to say which one tastes the best, it must be Tracy. That figure...tsk. , But Tracey’s appearance is a bit worse."

"The most beautiful is the elf Amanda, but it's a pity that she can't survive!"

Ding Laji shook his head with regret, "Amanda has no professionalism. I have inquired. She has been in this business for more than 80 years. She is still inferior in technology. She is inferior to a teenage girl and wasted her. A pretty face."

"Yes..." Someone agreed.

"She is not willing to go with other women, she can't stay at night, bah!" A five-and-three-thirty client patted the table to express his dissatisfaction.

A middle-aged man at Ding Laji’s table said: “Who makes her an elf? With this status, eight golden shields a night is considered cheap.”

A large group of men chatted in full swing, the wine in their hands had never stopped, and some of them drank their heads. For which prostitute had the best skills, they had no choice but to fight for the best.

Ding Laji is an authoritative expert in this regard.

His eloquence is very good, a few words can win everyone's approval and settle disputes.

Rehn listened with interest. He slowly walked up to the third floor. This was the highest level of the tavern. It was designed as an open platform with a wide view. You could see the bustling pedestrians on the street. Not far away was the Mallet Arena. The main entrance is the best location on the road.

There are a dozen tables on the platform, almost full of people.

Most customers are extraordinary, they are either drinking or playing cards or bragging and chatting.

Ren didn't want to contact Ding Laji, he was going to find an empty seat to sit down and rest, by the way, continue to find the target with the eyes of the soul.

"The Demon Hunter."

Ding Laji stopped talking and suddenly looked over and shouted, "Please come and sit here."

Renn was sure he was calling himself, because he was the only demon hunter here, and he couldn't help being surprised. Did Ding Laji see any flaws?

His gaze swept across the platform, but couldn't find an empty seat, so he could only go and sit down.

This table is located on the edge of the railing and is in the best position. It can overlook most of the street. Except for Ding Laji, there is only a middle-aged man dressed as a mercenary. He has black head and black hair, messy chin stubble, lean body, and With a fierce appearance like a hungry wolf, a long sword hung from his waist.

Ren glanced at him, this was a high-ranking Storm Demon Swordsman.

"Thank you."

Renn thanked him in a low voice, his face indifferent.

"You are welcome." Ding Laji sat back on the chair, poured a gulp of spirits, grabbed a stack of Wan Ling cards and shuffled the cards quickly, and exclaimed comfortably: "Polling, one more game, today I will connect you All the **** are lost."

"bring it on."

The high-ranking magic swordsman called Pauline snorted, "You are a pervert. You don't even let go of men's underwear. Stay away from me in the future."

The two played the All Souls card and ignored Rennes.

Renn called the waiter and ordered a beer, his eyes fell on the street, and he continued to observe.

Soon, a round of cards ended.

"Haha, give the money!" Ding Laji laughed arrogantly, "I touched the skirt of Goddess of Luck today. Not only did I take on a big deal, my luck in playing cards also improved, and I can come back no matter how I play, hahahaha ..."

"Shit luck!"

Paulin reluctantly took out two golden shields and threw them to Ding Laji: "One more game."

After half an hour.

"Damn, did you cheat?" Pollin's face flushed. He lost five or six games in a row and had lost to Ding Laji more than a dozen gold shields.

Ding Laji shrugged and looked smug: "I said that I was lucky today, but you don't believe me."

"Stop playing!" Pauline threw the cards on the table and started drinking.

Ren looked on and said nothing. He could see clearly that Ding Laji did not cheat. His card skills were actually very good, and he was indeed lucky. There were several headwinds and he was about to lose, and suddenly he drew a good card. Reversed the situation and finally won.

In the game of Wan Ling, the rules are complicated and the technology is very important.

But when the card skills have reached a very high level, the strength of the two sides is equal, and the card quality is similar, the competition is not only card skills, but also luck.

Sometimes a single card can turn over.

Pollin scolded him for cheating. In fact, he knew that his skills and luck were not as good as others.

Judging from the state of their souls, they have a good relationship, and they are close friends.

Ding Laji stayed for a while, poured half a glass of wine in one breath, suddenly looked at Renn who was sitting next to him, and asked, "Demon hunter, what is your name?"

"Van Helsing." Renn replied concisely.

"Do you know how to play cards?" Ding Laji asked expectantly: "Would you like to play a few games with me?"

Renn was slightly taken aback.

This guy took his task and didn't follow the necromancer, but sitting here drinking and playing cards. What kind of fame is he doing?

Soul Eye penetrated into Ding Laji's mind and saw his soul state, one of the elements was flickering, and it was constantly running.

Rehn saw this element clearly, and he suddenly felt in his heart.

With an unclear expression on his cold face, he replied concisely: "I can play, no cards."

"It doesn't matter, I have a lot of spare cards, I can lend you a set of decks first." Ding Laji enthusiastically took out several stacks of cards from his pocket, about one or two hundred, many of which are blue. There are two or three purple rare cards, and even purple epic cards, which are obviously all carefully collected by him.

"Good." Renn did not refuse.

Anyway, I'm idle, playing cards doesn't affect my detection of pedestrians, just keep staring.

To play a game of Wan Ling, everyone needs at least sixty cards to form a deck, also called the pot. Each round draws a card from the pot, enters the hand, and can be played.

Cards are divided into minions, equipment, spells, props, and weather based on their effects.

The rarer the card, the better the effect.

The winning and losing rules are very simple. Both parties take turns. Players have a starting point of HP. They are attacked by each other. Whoever can return the opponent's HP to zero first wins.

Renn was very familiar with the Wan Ling card.

At the Basil Hotel last year, he had seen Roger and Zoltan play too many rounds, had not eaten pork and had seen pigs running away.

And in the previous life, there were several similar card games, which are no strangers to playing.

While looking through Ding Laji's deck, Ren recalled Roger's deck. He had a good memory and had a few photos in his phone. He decided to learn a routine that Roger played.

In less than two minutes, he chose sixty cards.

This deck is composed of white common cards and blue rare cards. It looks mediocre and has no outstanding advantages, but it has a wide range of applications and can handle most situations. As long as you play well, it will not be worse than those powerful decks. How many.

But the premise of playing well is that you are good at calculation and have extremely high requirements for memory.

You must remember every card of your opponent and the order in which they are played; what card may be the next time, and how high the probability is, must be calculated clearly and there must be no mistake.

This gameplay tests technique and memory very much and reduces the element of luck.

Ding Laji looked at Ren's deck, but didn't pay attention to it, and could not wait to roll the dice to open the card.

"Wait." Renn sat still.

"what happened?"

"How much is a round?" Rehn asked. There is no one who does not gamble when playing Wan Ling, just the difference between big bets and small bets.

Ding Laji thought that Rennes didn't want to play too much, and said: "I usually have two golden shields per round. If you think it is too much, you can reduce it to one golden shield, and thirty silver crowns will do."

"No," Ren shook his head, "ten golden shields in a round."

Ding Laji's face was stunned. He had always spent money lavishly, but rarely played such a big game in the game. He couldn't help but hesitated, and he was a little surprised.

Renn didn't even have a card, so he should be a novice, but his expression was indifferent and unlike.

"Ten golden shields are also fine." Ding Laji gritted his teeth and agreed, believing his luck today, even if a master-level player comes.

Paulin, who was watching the play next to him, also came to the spirit and watched it seriously.

The game began.

A few minutes later, Rennes played a blue card from his hand, placed it on the table in front of him, and said calmly: "I won."

"Huh?" Ding Laji was stunned for a moment before reacting.

He scratched his messy hair, his face was blank, and he didn't figure out how he lost.

The game was really frustrated, and was under the control of the opponent from beginning to end. It seemed that no matter what cards he played, he could always be predicted by his opponent in advance and prepared accordingly.

Even the powerful purple epic card has been resolved.

"Your cards are also very good." Ding Laji smiled reluctantly, he was already alert, this guy is at least a master poker player!

Renn nodded in tacit agreement and reached out.

Ding Laji reluctantly took out ten golden shields, and shouted unwillingly: "One more game."

"Yeah." Renn was secretly refreshed and shuffled the cards again.

His card skills can only be considered upper-middle, but he has a mutant phone. Every card played by Ding Laji is recorded, and then compared with his deck, open the calculator, and the next card can be calculated instantly The probability of drawing, as well as the opponent's hand and the likelihood of a card.

The counter plus the calculation plug-in, unless the luck is extremely bad, it is difficult to lose.

In the second game, Ding Laji lost faster.

The process of losing the cards was almost the same as the previous game, and the luck was worse. He didn't draw the right cards and only persisted for less than three minutes before surrendering.

"Come again." Ding Laji drew out ten golden shields, looking like he didn't believe in evil.

Renn calmly collected the money, but he was already happy in his heart.

Playing cards is so fun!

In less than half an hour, the two played five rounds, Renn won all, and won fifty golden shields from Ding Laji.

Ding Laji was bleeding in his heart, but he was helpless.

He lost badly in every round, the best time, luck is already on his side, the opponent has only a trace of blood, and he can win with just one touch, but this one is as unattainable as the sky. , Watched his blood volume bottom out.

He also tried to change the deck and use a different set of cards, but the result was no difference, and he still lost.

This demon hunter named Fan Haixin only used a civilian deck from beginning to end. When playing cards, his face did not change at all, and he couldn't guess his thoughts at all.

It's rare to meet such a powerful player, Ding Laji is not discouraged, but rather arouses the desire to win.

He touched his empty wallet and wanted to play again, only to find that he had no money.

"Uh..." Ding Laji said embarrassingly, "Let's play it here today, next time, and next time."

Ryan guessed that he had no money, but he was reluctant to let him go: "Twenty golden shields, sell me the card."

The sixty cards in his hand are not particularly expensive, with a total value of less than ten golden shields, and they can be bought at any branch of the Alchemy Association.

Anyway, the wool comes from the sheep, and the money for the card can be collected from Ding Laji.

"can."

Ding Laji was worried that he had no money, so he quickly sold his cards and exchanged them for twenty golden shields.

Ten minutes later, the twenty golden shields returned to Renn's hands.

Ding Laji was crying and pouring the rest of the wine into his mouth, but almost choked himself.

"Hahaha..." Paulin, who was watching for a long time, laughed and gloated, "I think what you touched today is not the skirt of the goddess of luck, but the Naoko of the Doom. It was a great loss, right?"

He laughed so much that he leaned back and forth, and even laughed with tears.

"Go ahead, stop laughing at Lao Tzu!"

Ding Laji yelled irritably, turned his eyes back to Ren, and couldn't help asking: "Fan Haixin, how do you play your cards? Why do I always feel a little too close?"

Renn smiled faintly, and rarely said a long sentence: "It is not skill, not luck, to play cards."

Of course, it would be better to have a plug-in.

Ding Laji was very depressed, so he didn't say this.

Rennes took the cards in his hand, flew up and down, shuffled the cards with one hand, looking dazzled, he finally realized the fun of playing cards.

Winning or losing is second. When you win, it feels so cool to see your opponent's aggrieved expression!

It's a pity that Fan Haixin's character set is reticent, otherwise it would be better to mock while playing cards.

It's no wonder that Roger and Zoltan play cards day and night. Next time you see them, you must have a good experience and see their card skills.

Rehn felt that he hadn’t finished~www.ltnovel.com~ so he looked at Pauline, "Want to play?"

Paulin was a little moved, and his hands were itchy. He thought about it and said, "Ten gold shields are too high. Twenty silver crowns per round, I will play with you."

"Row."

Renn nodded in agreement. He didn't really want to win as long as he could play cards.

Unknowingly, he played dozens of games, and even though his bet was small, Pauline lost all his money. With so many rounds, he only had two chances to win Rennes, and all others lost miserably.

"Don't play, don't play." Pauline put away the cards, his face pale after loss.

Renn was full of energy, and he hadn't enjoyed himself yet.

He looked up and looked around. Most of the guests on the pub platform had gone, and the pedestrians on the street had become scarce, and it was already late at night.

"Fuck, it's so late!" Renn's gaze was stagnant, what was he doing out tonight?