Chapter 463: These old players, each more inhuman than the last

Although he had been a "military drill instructor" for less than half a month, there were already thousands of newcomers who had died under the Battlefield Atmosphere Group.

The forum was filled with wails and howls, and his reputation as a killer of rookies had become well-established.

The only thing missing was an official certification of achievement from Ah Guang.

However, after a thousand days of hunting eagles, one was bound to eventually be pecked by an eagle. No matter how steady the ship was, it could still end up adrift in the gutter.

Just as the Old Soldier, clad in his Pangolin armor, had finally achieved the "Three Thousand Kills" myth and had been hailed as the next War God by the Triumph Newspaper, a stray cannonball from the sky ended his killing spree...

After the deafening boom and the subsequent shrill busy signal, he quickly disconnected in a ragged manner.

When he logged back into the Game, it was already more than five hours later.