"Yeyu, you took two teams of thieves to ambush the hills. There is the only way to enter the canyon. Catch them and leave them alone. Xuanxuan, here, the two commanding heights here, put the best archers on the archer. Charming, pull all the shield wars to the entrance of the canyon, find a place to hide it by yourself, and fight later to completely cover the entrance of the canyon with a blizzard."

"It is said that the four great actresses of Fengyu are as good as men. If you meet them today, they are indeed worthy of their reputation." The wild uncle watched Fengyu and made an orderly preparation for the pre-war preparations, and couldn't help but exclaim, feeling affectionately. The group of players standing behind him were playing and joking, talking and laughing, and there was no courage to be nervous before the war.

Zi Yan turned her head and smiled slightly at Uncle Wild, turned her head and returned to her serious face, "Hu Biao, Hu Wei!"

"In!" The two burly men of the tiger tribe took a step forward, and a military wind blew in their faces, which made the bloody battle players of many veterans feel very intimate.

"I informed the brothers who had not arrived one by one, and let them gather in the town and restrain the players gathering in the town." Zi Yan announced in a few words that it had opened up a second battlefield outside the canyon. "The town is safe and cannot compete. Pay attention to seeing the top leaders of the Nine Heavens, and give them a red name when you find it."

"Yes!" The tiger brothers who were 'tiger heads and brains' agreed loudly and began to lip-sync with a moment of lip-syncing towards the air with pride.

"Also," Zi Yan said again: "Any brother who died in this battle will be subsidized by each of the brothers who have lost 50 levels, and who have dropped two levels will be withdrawn from the battlefield."

Hu Biao and Hu Wei nodded. Such regulations similar to pre-war motivation are common, and they don’t care about them at the moment. However, there was a stir among the players watching the goddess’ bloody battle and was suppressed by a certain uncle.

"Uncle, we don't have any subsidies every time we fight. It's too cold..." "Please rewards and equipment!" "Give us the president a reaction, otherwise there will be no passion in the fight."

"Go and go!" Uncle Wild waved his hand impatiently, "It's not just a matter of life to ask for money. If you don't want to fight, get out of here, whine, whine! I won't take you out next time!"

The players who were fighting and making noise in blood were suddenly stunned. A group of men looked at Zi Yan with green eyes, causing the latter's delicate body to turn around and leave.

In fact, she has some understanding of the group of players in the bloody battle. This is a group of animals who are known as "wolf" in the online game industry. Every time they fight, they are red-eyed and desperate. They fight when they can't fight, and they fight when they can't beat them. They fight when they die, and they don't blink without blinking their eyes. This may be the main reason why the bloody battle was established in just one year and can develop so rapidly without the support of consortiums and connections.

The president they fought bloodyly was a delicate beauty, which made people wonder how Zhu Hong's Tears dominated a group of wolf-like players, and how could they control an elite team that was almost all men. Boring people have speculated that Zhu Hong's Captain was either a tigress or a wolf-headed female hero...

If Wang Xiaofeng heard these "rumors", he would definitely jump out to clear the name of Zhu Hong. He is a typical representative of all kinds of ladies such as girls next door, girls from the small family, ladies from the family, and ladies from the family. After all, the shirt on his body is still a reward for the task given by Zhu Hong.

"Sister, here we come!"

"Prepare for battle!" Zi Yan raised the one-handed sword in her hand slightly, her heroic armor reflected the halo of sunlight, and her long hair in her shawl danced with the wind, as if she was walking down the Olympic Mountains.

"Prepare for the battle!" Uncle Wild followed suit, and his two short axes in his hand were raised. Although his figure was no longer upright and his waist was no longer hard, the screams of a group of wolfish men behind him also added power to the human race's mad battle.

"What's going on inside."

As soon as the Aozhe Nine-Chief Tian, ​​who was responsible for temporary command, stopped, and listened to the shouts coming from the back of the hill, he couldn't help but frown. Although the group battle between players is more like a fight between two gangsters than the real battle between the two armies, morale still has a great impact on the battle situation, especially in this situation where the strength is not much different. "Brother Hao and the others are all dead, waiting for us to rescue!" "Waste!"

There are about four or five hundred players behind the Ninth Level of Aoshu. If the group of corpses lying in the canyon, the number of players invested in this group of Ninth Level of Aoshu has been nearly a thousand.

"Ogo! Behind us is a group of players from storms gathering in the town. Should we kill back first?"

"How many people do they have?" "More than two hundred, I heard from the brothers on the road that there are still many players who are fighting with wind and rain and blood are coming." "Tell the brothers on the road that they will rush to the town to restrain the group of people. If you see the ones left alone, send them back to the city for free!" The Aozhe snorted coldly and said to a archer beside him, "Take more than one hundred brothers here to guard me, don't let the people behind make trouble for me."

"Other brothers come with me! Let the trash who dare to guard our Nine Heavenly Corpses, what are the top ten guilds!"

"Haha, kill them!" "Snatch their president!" "A group of scumbags dare to fight us!" "Nine Heavens! Nine Heavens!"

The Ninth Heaven of the Aozhe nodded. The morale was pretty good. With a wave of his hand, a group of players rushed into the mountains and rushed towards the side of the foothills.

At this time, in the "gray world" that cannot be seen by sunlight, a group of gray shadows stood in front of their bodies, looking at the mages and archers wandering around the canyon, quietly waiting for the command of the leader Hao Ge.

Haoran wiped the hot sweat from his forehead - if the undead had sweat to secrete. The last three-person corpse guarding incident left a shadow on the young warrior, and his soul floated around. He told the players of the Nine Heavens one by one to mobilize the mobilization work in front of the corpse.

If the last scene happened again, he would definitely be scolded to death by the Ninth Heaven, smashed his job, and lost his excellent job with a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan.

Fortunately, these more than 300 players in the Ninth Heaven were also motivated by the wind and rain and bloody battles of "buying the less". Most of these people died only once, and they were the first players to start a game here to level up, and most of them were second-tier players, not the main force of the guild.

A group of players appeared on the hillside, densely packed with numbers, looking down at the scene in the canyon.

The gray world in the soul state affects the sight, but fortunately, the Ninth Heaven of the Aozhe can send a private chat to Haoran's Ninth Heaven in one direction. Comrade Haoran stood beside his body and shouted: Get ready! Listen to my order!

The player's soul cannot be close to one meter around the body of a "living person", which is also a measure of protection for the player.

Zi Yan stood on the village building at the entrance of the canyon, and looked at the Nine-level players who were preparing for assembly on the opposite hill, and couldn't help but frown.

The eight robbers who had just been blasted were killed by knife before they could breathe the air from the Dawn Continent; the screams before their death also added anger to the solemn and quiet atmosphere around them.

There were more than 500 players present in Fengyu and Bloody Battle, and if the opponent added the number of corpses lying on the ground, the number of people would exceed them. However, the players who stood up with corpses were weak. If this were the case, the strength of both sides would be equal.

"Tsk tsk, these guys have made some progress. They know that the warriors can use the mountain to charge, and the mage and the archer will play the second wave to follow." The uncle touched his chin and said to Zi Yan who was frowning beside him, "Is there any method of Fengyu here?"

"Text method?" Zi Yan didn't understand why, but she quickly contacted the leader of the magic troupe. "There are three players who are blocked from leveling here. Does Vice President Wild need them? I'll transfer them to you." "Why don't you want it?" A certain uncle smiled, "Look, uncle shows you his skills today! I've brought all the local methods of our guild."

Local techniques? What can these mages with little attack power do? Zi Yan is a little confused about what the wild uncle sells in the gourd, but I heard that this middle-aged uncle has made great achievements in the PK group battle, so he didn't hesitate and cooperated with him with all his strength.

"Ogo! They are out and gather at the foot of the mountain!"

"The guy who doesn't know how to live or die, the warrior group is one! The third group is! The fifth group! The rush down for me! Disperse them!"
Chapter completed!