Thriller Paradise Chapter 1253: Sword God 1 laugh (9)

Night fell quietly.

Above the wasteland, a group of riding figures rushed towards the Great Wall.

When their figures appeared on the blurred horizon under the moonlight, more than 30 people in this line got off their horses and put the horses back in the opposite direction.

Next, they took out the thick cloth they had prepared in advance, wrapped them around their feet, and walked slowly through the snow-covered wilderness.

The darkening night gave them a good cover, and this team of brave and powerful men came quietly to the foot of the Great Wall.

They came with a mission...

These thirty-seven people are all the most outstanding warriors from Daikin who refer to Houjin here; they were directly ordered by the Khan to enter the Central Plains and perform a secret mission.

This task may take a long time, long enough to be calculated with the rest of their lives.

This task is also very dangerous, so dangerous that they will die immediately if they are exposed.

However, they don't care. They have already made up their minds to dedicate everything to this mission.

Because of their success, it may change the fate of the entire Daikin.

Of course, in this project, Daming naturally plays the role of villain and victim...

"Ba Ye, I have seen it. There is indeed no one on the beacon tower nearby."

The middle-aged man who said this, dressed in a very common jacket, dressed like a Central Plains.

And the "Palpa" who accepted his report is about the same age and dress.

Obviously, these people intend to "lodge" in the Central Plains for a long time. Before they leave, they have all undergone rigorous training. Not only can they speak very fluent Chinese, but they can also give a detailed explanation of their own life experience and origins, and there are basically no flaws.

"Yeah..." Ba Ye groaned, and then said, "Natan, you take the lead and go up first. After confirming that there is no abnormality on it, give us a signal."

"Yes." After Natan received the order, he acted immediately. He retreated to a place a few meters away from the city wall. When he stepped on his feet, they had already removed the cloth from his feet and leapt up.

After that, he took a few more feet in the air with the wall, and walked up the wall like this, and came to the Great Wall quite easily.

Not long after, the companions below saw him sticking out his head and making a "catch up" gesture.

So, the remaining thirty people, all under the leadership of Lord Ba, climbed the wall in a similar way; for a master like them, jumping on the wall is a piece of cake.

"Okay... one is not bad." When the last person climbed over the battlement, Lord Ba, who had been silently counting the number, said in his voice.

In the next second, he was about to order to jump the wall and "enter".

Unexpectedly, suddenly...

"Everyone, stay for now." A man's voice came from a height.

Just this sentence shocked all thirty-seven people present, and they reacted vigilantly in the direction of the sound almost at the same time.

"Did you forget something." Then the man said another word.

At the same time, a black gurgling object was thrown from the beacon.

With moonlight and excellent eye skills, the post-golden warriors had already seen that it was a human head before things landed.

The head fell to the ground and it just rolled down on Natan’s feet. Although the length of the head was shaken away and half of his face was covered, Natan could tell at a glance that this was what he had bought in advance. That "general banner" was exactly this person... evacuated the soldiers who were supposed to stand guard on this beacon tower tonight.

"Papa, this is..." Natan turned his head immediately, trying to remind Papa.

But Ba Ye didn't seem to need his reminder, he just raised his hand to signal the other party to stop talking.

"The coming...who?" After a breath, Lord Ba looked up at the beacon tower and asked such a question word by word.

He didn't intend to cover up anything, because the moment he saw the head, he knew that what he was going to face next would be a fight.

"Hehe..." After hearing this question, the person on the beacon tower also chuckled, raised his voice along the way, and chanted, "The first pass of the Great Wall..."

After finishing the first sentence, his figure has appeared on the edge of the beacon tower.

"Thousands of years of wind and rain cast the desolation..."

The second sentence fell to the ground, and the cold moonlight happened to shine on the weapon in that man's hand... it was a long spear.

"A million soldiers are not here today..."

In the third sentence, the person jumped with a gun, and after half a week in the air, he got off the beacon tower.

"The lonely spear has the courage...the tired dream is still there!"

When the last three words were uttered, Tien Meng was still standing proudly.

Although his poem isn't neat and tidy, the domineering rhetoric is genuine.

All the warriors looked intently and saw a white face. Compared to most men at that time, most of the players looked white and delicate young, dressed in strangely shaped black armor, standing with guns.

Although the moonlight is not bright tonight, his armor still radiates a clear halo, and the spear in his hand is also showing indescribable chills.

"Huh..." When Lord Ba saw this person, he gave a cold snort, then praised again, "Okay!" He paused, "What a lonely shot!"

Speaking of this, he raised his voice altogether, and shouted to the companions behind him: "Brothers! This kid is also a good guy... Give him a good time!"

He gave this order, and the dozens of queen gold warriors rushed out almost at the same instant.

The space on the city wall is very narrow, so it should be very difficult for so many people to attack the same target...

However, these post-golden warriors can do it.

Their cooperation is very tacit, so that there is no need for words... it can be seamless.

In less than a second, the thirty-six people had spread out neatly, divided into the center, the air, and the two wings...and they all killed Tiongmeng; this was undoubtedly the first time they fought on the Great Wall. But they acted like they were doing something that had been rehearsed countless times.

Quick!

This is the first feeling of tired dreams.

Even as a player whose physical fitness has already broken through the limits of human beings, he dare not be secretly surprised by the degree of these enemies in front of him.

But the most terrifying thing is not the degree, but the mode of action of these people...

They are not alone, but they are better than one.

This group of queen golden warriors is like a whole composed of thirty-six bodies, each part of which is serving this whole, completely disregarding their own safety, life and death...

Their offensive is advancing layer by layer like a raging wave, turbulent, even if the person in the front is pierced by a gun, swept away, or even shattered into meat sauce by the energy...The people behind will not have any hesitation. Continue to attack until the goal is reached.

In the face of such a team, if there is not enough determination, or with the help of long-range means such as bows and arrows, even if ten times the number of them is sent to fight, it is difficult to say who wins and who loses...

At the moment, Tiongmeng can still be "a lone spear and a courage", a veritable "one husband is the gate"......

In the eyes of others, this is nothing short of death.

Of course, Tired Meng is still... but his face sinks like water, and he raises his spear and dances.

In an instant, blood blossoms appeared.

A little bit of cold light urges his life, heavy spear shots to evoke the soul.

In a moment, the thirty-six elite masters who had been killed by the homicide did not remain, and none of them were spared.

And the thirty-seventh...the last one, staring at the sight in front of him with bloodshot eyes, with incredible eyes.

He really couldn't believe that his brothers who depended on life and death...those who were strong against ten in the tribe would be killed by a Central Plains in this area, and... There is no way to fight back.

"You... are also good guys." Juan Meng returned the gun and raised it diagonally, with the tip of the gun facing down, so that the blood on the gun was dripping slowly, "So, I will give you a good time too."

Ba Ye gritted his teeth, standing in place and shaking in resentment.

Only he can understand his mood at the moment.

Ba Ye and his brothers with different surnames have decided to dedicate everything they have to this task; they can accept death or failure.

But now this ending, he can't accept it.

"You kill me, too." Lord Ba didn't think about it for too long, so he made this request, "I have no face to face the Khan, and I don't want to abandon my brothers... I live alone. The world."

His request is reasonable. Since the task is hopeless and resistance is futile, it is better to let the other party fulfill him.

"No, it's not time for you to die." Unexpectedly, Tiongmeng refused.

"What?" Lord Ba looked surprised and a little excited, "What do you mean? Insult me!"

Jianmeng also shook his head: "I don't kill you, because...before you die, you have one more thing to do."

Ba Ye snorted coldly: "Huh...Do you think I will betray..."

"Wrong." Before he waited for the wrong speculation to come out, Tiong Meng interrupted directly, "I just want you to go back and return to your Khan's side, and take the one who was born here tonight. Everything... Tell him one to five ten."

"You..." The expression on Ba Ye's face was uncertain, and after a little thought, he sneered, "I understand, you think...Khan would be afraid after hearing what happened tonight. Will give up..."

"He likes to think and think." Before he could finish the sentence, Tiong Meng said, "If he is really afraid, it means that the person you admire is only so capable..."

"Presumptuous!" Ba Ye's Chinese is very good, and various idioms are also open, "You can insult me, but you can't insult my big gold lord!" He paused, and then again. He snorted, "Hmph... Do you think that kills our team... Is my Daikin no one? I tell you... a warrior who is ten and a hundred times stronger than us... There are as many as Khan's side The crucian carp crossing the river."

"Oh...really." Faced with this sentence that even Lord Ba himself didn't believe, Tiong Menghuan's reaction was rather plain, "Our masters, I'm afraid there are not as many as you..." He continued in a calm tone, "There are only a hundred characters that are about the same as me and slightly worse than me..."

He didn’t pick what he said. In the entire thriller paradise, there are a hundred players whose combat power is close to his level. There is no limit on the number of people in this script. Who knows how many will come; besides... he still Did not put the script in this script; "As far as I am stronger..." After a two-second pause, Tiongmeng added, "Ah... ten more... maybe more, after all, I don't have a chance. Fight against so many monsters one by one..."

When his words fell, Ba Ye's worldview had collapsed.

Fear and shock shattered his cognition. He wanted to tell himself that what he had just heard was not true; unfortunately, Tiong Meng was still a terrible liar, and his words were true or false. People like Ba Ye... It is impossible not to hear it.

"You seem to understand." As Tian Meng said, he flung the spear head casually, and handsomely carried the spear on his shoulder, "If I were you... news like this, I think it is still necessary. Bring it back and let your master know...um...simply here."

He is not as articulate as Feng Bujue, he is just a stubborn, strong, but self-aware person.

But today, his appearance here may be more appropriate than anyone else appearing here.

…………

The clouds are open, the moon is bright, and the night is not over.

Ba Ye has already gone back. He has a way to come, and naturally he has a way to go back.

On the city wall, Qiu Meng took the weapon back into his bag and let out a long sigh of relief.

The gun is not his only weapon~IndoMTL.com~ Today, he has a halberd, a spear, and a club...three kinds of weapons.

Just tonight, here, he wants to use a gun.

So he used it.

"Oh, awesome..." At this time, behind the Qiu Menghuan, another person's voice rang out, "Not only did the elite warriors sneak into the barrier after completing the branch line to prevent them, but also the hidden mission to change the future of the world The history of the emperor change is settled."

This speaker is not someone else, but the teacher of the "Waste League Team" in s2.

"I thought we had to rush to kill the emperor of this world..." Teacher Yu said as he climbed up the city wall, "I didn't expect it to be done by leaving only one hand in this side task. ."

"Heh... assassinating the emperor is indeed a feasible plan." Tired Meng, who had completed the task, also breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "I just wanted to try it before letting him go. Thinking that it really succeeded..." He shrugged, "Now I want to come... The two tasks are displayed at the same time, it is actually a rather obvious reminder."

Teacher Yu nodded: "Then... At this moment, we should almost enter town, right?"

Jianmeng thought for a while: "Um...I think I can wait."

"Huh?" Teacher Yu said, "Let's get down this day, the branch lines have been cleared, why don't we go in?"

"Don't worry." Tiong Meng also replied confidently, "There must be more than one group of players who have not entered the town like us...It is impossible that the two of us are the only ones who noticed the order. Zhenkou stalking.” He said thoughtfully, “Don’t be confused by the plot brief. The main mission doesn’t say that you have to enter Linlu Town. Think about it in another way... Now that we know it. In addition to the time and place of the appearance of the sword dance grass, before it appeared, it was a bit far from the core of the event, but it was an advantage..."