"What do you mean by 'can't commentate'?"
Boss Yin was in the backstage broadcasting room … This time, he really couldn't keep his cool and entered a state of rage. The source of his rage was the two commentators sitting in the backstage broadcasting room.
These two commentators were well-known commentators for Strife, and they had a very good relationship with Boss Yin in private.
Not only were they the most outstanding commentators for Strife, but they could even be said to be the best commentators in the country. That was why Boss Yin had entrusted these two commentators four days ago … to analyze the first public match in the history of Holy Ghost.
Commentating was an essential element for a game match, because half of the Strife fans sitting in the audience were cloud players who no longer played games, and some of them had never played games before.
Although the other half had played games before, the exciting maneuvers of the professional players, the tactical layout during the match, the current situation, and why the players were playing this way … all of these had to be analyzed by the commentator.
Without a commentator, the excitement of a match would drop by more than half.
Most importantly, most of the audience sitting in the audience had never played Holy Ghost before!
Boss Yin had entrusted Seventeen and Wang Douyou to commentate today's Holy Ghost online match four days ago, and he had also gathered a lot of information for them.
Wang Douyou himself had the rights to play Holy Ghost, so the two of them were the best candidates Boss Yin could find. But now, Wang Douyou used the reason of 'can't accept private work' to reject them?
"Boss Lu, I don't know what's going on either, but this morning, Strife officials warned us … that we can't accept private work, or else the guild officials will revoke our commentating rights."
Wang Douyou also expressed his extreme bitterness. He had already negotiated his salary with Mr. Yin, but when he received a warning from his superiors that he was not allowed to take on private jobs, he had no choice but to give up on his role as a commentator for the Holy Soul Competition.
"This morning?" Hearing Wang Douyou's description, why did Boss Yin feel like he was being targeted?
"Xiao Lu, you're using Strife's resources to promote another game. What are your intentions?"
Suddenly, a middle-aged man's voice rang out at the entrance of the broadcasting room. Boss Yin turned around and saw the boss of The Sovereign Descends standing at the entrance with a cigarette in his hand.
"The private affairs of the various clubs have nothing to do with this, right?"
In front of the boss of The Sovereign Descends, Boss Yin instantly suppressed his anger because the representative of The Sovereign Descends was standing behind the boss of The Sovereign Descends.
All the major clubs had a cooperative relationship with the Alliance of Strife. One of the most important sources of income for a club was the bonus they received from the tournament. If a club made a huge mistake, the Alliance of Strife would intervene. However, the Alliance of Strife did not have the right to arbitrate.
"You gather the players from the various clubs and play another game in front of the audience?
How much did Saint Ghost pay you for such a huge advertisement? "The owner of The Sovereign Descends was still unwilling to give up.
"What games the players play during their break … has anything to do with me?" Boss Yin said.
"Your sophistry is useless here. I don't care about the players from other clubs, but these two commentators are trained by the League of Strife. If you ask them to take private jobs to commentate other games, the higher-ups in the League will not agree to it."
The owner of The Sovereign Descends ignored the ban on smoking in the broadcasting studio and continued to proudly puff out smoke in front of Boss Yin.
He indeed had the right to be proud. During this period of time, Boss Yin had given him a lot of trouble. The most troublesome one was Zhao Mingwei's lawsuit. He could have used this lawsuit to force Zhao Mingwei to return to the team, but Boss Yin, who had nothing to do with Zhao Mingwei, came out of nowhere and found a professional team of lawyers to go against them.
This caused him to be so troubled that he couldn't find trouble with Zhao Mingwei anymore.
In the end, he turned all his attention to the game "Saint Ghost". This time, Saint Ghost's online exhibition was undoubtedly a sign that Saint Ghost was no longer a small game in closed beta. It was officially going to be a competitor of the Alliance of Strife.
For this, they even hired a luxurious lineup. What made The Sovereign Descends boss grit his teeth was that the members of The Sovereign Descends actually dared to threaten him with a transfer!
The owner of The Sovereign Descends couldn't do anything to Boss Yin, but he could choke the neck of a commentator!
The difficulty of training a good commentator was as difficult as training a professional player!
Without a commentator, Saint Ghost was an online competition with only 130,000 players. How could the audience who hadn't even played Saint Ghost understand it?
Absolutely not!
Just when Boss Yin was contemplating whether he should go up himself, The Sovereign Descends boss, who was still smoking, was suddenly pushed by someone.
"Smoking is prohibited in the broadcasting studio. I've called security."
"Which security guard dares to …" The boss of The Sovereign Descends was about to question the staff member when he saw a camera.
He could be arrogant in front of the staff members, but he couldn't be arrogant in front of a camera.
"Reporter."
The girl holding the camera waved the work pass on her chest in front of The Sovereign Descends boss.
This was the profession that The Sovereign Descends boss was most afraid of. He thought for a while and finally extinguished his cigarette before leaving.
The female reporter hurriedly ran into the broadcasting studio with her cameraman.
"Move, move!" The female reporter shouted at Wang Douyou and Seventeen who were already stunned.
"Who are you?"
Wang Douyou wasn't being humble. He didn't understand how a reporter could make them move away from the commentator's seat.
"Frontline Reporter!" The female reporter shouted a title that the two commentators couldn't understand.
However, Boss Yin instantly understood their identities and immediately gestured for Wang Douyou and Seventeen to leave.
"They are the back-up candidates that I found," Boss Yin shouted.
"What back-up candidates?
Judging from your voice, are you Silver Gray?
Ah … I'll interview you later. My in-game ID is Frontline Reporter. This damn otaku's ID is Stars Bookmen. We've met in-game before! "
The Frontline Reporter also recognized Boss Yin's in-game identity through his voice. Then, she hurriedly said …
"We accepted an Inner World mission in the game. The mission's content is to commentate this Saint Ghost online competition. Don't worry!
Although both of us majored in journalism in university, we've also learned broadcasting before!
Before doing this mission, we've also collected a lot of information and practiced. Right, Fan Xing? "
The Frontline Reporter heavily patted Fan Xing's back as she spoke. Fan Xing looked very shy in real life. At first glance, one could tell that she was the kind of person who rarely interacted with others.
"I've prepared the information and the teleprompter. You guys can use the ready-made ones. I'll hand them over to you."
Boss Yin could only pin his hopes on these two … the reporter and the 'archaeologist' who came out of nowhere.
The Frontline Reporter quickly got into the mood the moment she got the script. She looked at the arena, where the top Clearers had been fighting with the Knights of the Dark Ember for some time.
However, the various special effects of the game on the arena made the audience confused. The Frontline Reporter even looked down at the monitor on the table.
The monitor was playing the scene of the Knights of the Dark Ember's crusade. The bullet screen was already crazily spamming, 'Where's the commentary?
Where's the commentary?
Where's the commentary? 'and so on.
The Frontline Reporter adjusted her voice and began to quickly cut to the topic.
"The Knights of the Dark Ember has broken away from Master Xiao's defense line and rushed to the healer team at the back!
The healer team on the Holy Ghost side was instantly hit hard by the Knights of the Dark Ember … but Mo Shigui returned to defend and forced the Knights of the Dark Ember to retreat again. The battle is once again in a stalemate. "
"Although the commentary appeared very suddenly, we'll skip the self-introduction for now. First, let's introduce the Knights of the Dark Ember. The Knights of the Dark Ember is the most difficult Bosses among the Holy Ghosts at this stage. There's a level one Bosses in the Holy Ghost that is commonly known as' Hit Your Ass'. Even a professional player with the same HP and attack can't guarantee that he can beat the Knights of the Dark Ember alone!
His AI is equivalent to a Beta Dog that can play chess, a monster-level AI that even the world's top players can't beat. "
The Frontline Reporter used her own way to introduce the horrors of the Knights of the Dark Ember to the audience, but this description set off a wave of sarcasm in the live broadcast room.
"Holy Ghost Dog?
Go is not the same as a VR game. The game skills of a professional player can't even compare to an AI. Who are you trying to fool? "
"It's impossible that my Xiao Wen can't even beat a crazy computer?
Are you sure it's not that the Holy Ghost's stats are too imbalanced? "
"There are fifty-three players in the Clearers, and two-thirds of them are top Chinese professional players. If they can't beat the Knights of the Dark Ember, there's going to be a Mechanical Intelligence Crisis."
The Stars Bookmen at the side saw these comments and changed the way they described the Knights of the Dark Ember.
"The Knights of the Dark Ember is a powerful swordsmanship master. The swordsmanship he uses is called the Wolf Swordsmanship. The black sword in his hand will be like the fangs of a giant wolf that will kill all enemies …" When the Stars Bookmen said this, the Knights of the Dark Ember moved again.
He was as fast as a wolf baring its fangs at its enemy. This time, he had his eyes on Cyclone Remnant Cloud. After exchanging a few blows with him, Cyclone Remnant Cloud's legs were suddenly grabbed by a shadowy arm that emerged from the ground. Then, Cyclone Remnant Cloud was beheaded.
"Juan Residual Cloud is dead!
The Knights of the Dark Ember's confinement skill is also hard to defend against. By the way, there are only seven healers and healers in the team, and the Holy Ghost's Resurrection skill has a cooldown of five to three minutes. This means that after one or more players die, they will have to wait for at least three minutes. Three minutes … If the Knights of the Dark Ember kill all the healers in these three minutes, the Clearers will be defeated! "
Although the frontline reporter's commentary was full of danger, the comments on the screen were very relaxed …
"A hero challenging fifty-three Demon Kings."
This was the comment with the highest number of likes, because these powerful professional players also had a nickname called the Great Demon King.
The conditions for the Knights of the Dark Ember to destroy the fifty-three Clearers were too harsh. First, they had to break through the line of defense of the tanks. Second, they had to kill all the healers and healers while their Resurrection skills were on cooldown.
Most of the audience felt that the Knights of the Dark Ember could not even kill seven players in three minutes!
And the Knights of the Dark Ember's reinforcements, the Spell Stealer, were nowhere to be found.
But at this moment … the Knights of the Dark Ember suddenly let out a horrified roar. His armor suddenly opened, and a large amount of black and viscous liquid flowed out from the gaps of the Knights of the Dark Ember's armor.
The shadows of the players who were besieging the Knights of the Dark Ember on the field suddenly distorted …
These shadows began to become three-dimensional, and in the end, they became the exact reflection of each contestant.
[Creations of the Dark Ember, Happy Game, Level 55, Clone, Qi Practitioner, HP 52452/65600.
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Zhao Mingwei realized that the reflection in front of him had completely copied all his abilities.
"Know your own weakness!"
With the Knights of the Dark Ember's roar, the fifty-three creations of the Dark Ember on the battlefield rushed to their original forms.