As an unprecedented open online game masterpiece, there are only things you can't imagine and nothing you can't do.

Players will never lack goals. As long as you are willing, you can have many things to do.

Therefore, after a day or two, the first player who knew that the battlefield mission was coming, he would leave it behind and continue to do other things.

Of course, doing other things does not mean that everyone will completely forget what is updated.

If you carefully observe the activity trajectory of players, you will find that after the new announcement comes out, many people's range of activities has narrowed and they have begun to revolve around the Selected City.

The purpose of players is to take advantage of the convenient transportation conditions of the Selected City, so that they can participate as soon as possible when the battlefield mission is launched.

At the same time, there are also rumors that the battlefield mission is likely to appear in the Sandstorm City in the Death Desert, which is said to have been reported from some female chosen ones.

However, not many people believe in it.

Five days after the game update announcement was released, the messenger of the Dwarf Kingdom, possessing the golden vulture and the legendary dwarf warrior bronze furnace, known as the "Sky Knight", also came to the hinterland of the Death Desert...

Death Desert, about one hundred kilometers south of the Sandstorm City.

A caravan full of cargo is slowly advancing.

Suddenly, a loud howling sound like a lion's roar and an eagle cry came from the sky, which shocked the horses in the caravan into panic.

"What happened? Are there elves going to attack again? Didn't you tell them you are your own people?"

A carriage in the convoy moved, and two fully armed elves jumped down and asked vigilantly.

"Back to Master Elf, it's a griffin!"

The human leader of the caravan replied respectfully.

"Griffin?"

The two elves' eyes lit up, and then they looked up.

"No, it's too high, it shouldn't be able to beat it."

"What a pity. I had known that I had brought my giant eagle here, so I heard from Natsume that the griffin is very suitable for being a mount."

The two elves shook their heads.

The two elves are naturally players.

Now the map of Death Desert has been completely open to players, and occasionally players will play guest roles in mercenaries to protect caravans traveling in Death Desert.

Especially the Natural Heart Guild, which has some contacts with caravans of various forces, often sending guild members to escort the caravans into the area of ​​the player's activity range.

This is inevitable.

Because the caravans of other forces are not as systematically protected as the elves of the Elf Forest.

If you really want to attack, players can do it.

In addition, this kind of long-distance caravan is generally more fuel-efficient. Although high-level players may not care, for many new players, robbing caravans is definitely a huge deal.

Therefore, after experiencing the sourness of being able to become a roadblock, the caravans learned their lessons.

Although I feel absurd and shocked that elves will also have camp shifts, everyone gets used to it over time.

Once they enter areas where elves are active in the Death Desert or the Dark Mountains, they will find ways to hire elves as guards.

Only players can deal with players.

After seeing a player guard, the robbers usually choose to give up.

The two players looked at the griffin hovering in the sky curiously, and shook their heads and sighed that they could not capture it.

However, at this moment, the griffin seemed to have discovered the caravan and began to fly towards the caravan.

"Hmm? It flew towards us!"

The two players looked moved.

However, just after the griffin approached, the players and caravan members were surprised to find a short figure sitting behind the griffin.

Accompanied by a flying dust, the griffin landed on the ground, and then a sturdy dwarf soldier with a black beard jumped down.

He looked at the caravan and asked loudly:

"Are you going to the caravan of Sandstorm City? Is Sandstorm City the direction ahead?"

Although this dwarf warrior is quite short even among dwarves, and may be less than the elves' thighs, no one dares to make him smaller.

Because all the professionals present felt an amazing momentum from the other party.

That is the momentum that only high-ranking professionals will have!

Even the two players looked serious.

Because after the griffin landed, not mentioning the dwarf riding on the griffin, even the griffin that was just being judged by them, the aura on the body was much stronger than the two of them...

Both of them are already silver. When they face the demon boss of the Demon God's Maze, they didn't feel this way, and they just had a similar feeling when they beat Lao A...

They have definitely encountered NPCs at the big boss level.

The human members of the caravan looked at each other, and the leader nodded:

"Yes, this dwarf, we are indeed heading to Sandstorm City."

The dwarf warrior is the messenger of the dwarf kingdom, a bronze furnace with legendary strength.

He scratched his thick and curly hair and muttered in a low voice:

"Is that true? It seems that I'm not wrong."

After saying that, he turned around and jumped onto the griffin to leave.

However, just before he left, a slightly excited and expectant voice came from the caravan:

"This dwarf... sir, is there anything wrong with you going to Sandstorm City?"

They are those two players.

Looking at the dwarf warriors who were in a hurry, they felt that they faintly smelled the hidden plot...

Hearing the sound behind him, Tong Lu subconsciously turned around, and when he saw clearly the person he was talking to, his eyes lit up:
Chapter completed!