A Competition?
編輯: Noodletown Translations
"Why are there so many zerg?!"
Looking at his base that had been swallowed by the sea of zerg, Gu Tingyu's expression was hard to describe.
More importantly, a large group of people had been watching his defeat after he became the commander of the powerful Protoss for less than 20 minutes!
He had just gotten out of the base, but he was already buried by the ocean-like zerg!
How come I only got zealots and dragoons, but they already developed to this stage?
His mind lingered at the moment when the base exploded.
"…" His old face turned dark.
"The zerg looks powerful…" A few men from the Demon Clan scratched their hairy heads and said.
"Humph! The zerg are ugly and disgusting!" Mu Qing said with a snort. "Who would choose to play them!"
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"Junior Sister Mu, you're right," Xun Yuan said, "Senior Gu was only careless. After all, the zerg are no match for the Protoss."