Close Combat Mage Chapter 908: Last road
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The last path of Chapter 908
As the saying goes, the whole game is lost.
The archer of Cloud City is resurrected, and the sandpaper really wants to cry into a tearful man. But after his subordinates were sent over successively, the Indian sandpaper could only pretend to be strong, and stepped forward to beat each other's shoulders one by one: "This time, blame me, I didn't expect the drunkenness of Qianli to be so despicable, and also brought temporary test questions. "
"The question is the slim waist dance." Someone reminded Yinsha.
"The most poisonous woman's heart, I also ignored this point." Yinsha paper's voice was a little hoarse.
"How are the brothers?" The sandpaper looked at the same archers, all of them at the time.
"It seems that all those who can die are dead." One answered.
If you are dead, you have n’t seen it yet. That ’s a reason. The thieves are not here at the resurrection point, on the side of the thieves union.
"Damn it!" The sandpaper kicked the ground out of a pit with anger.
"What is the situation over there now?" Indian sandpaper asked on the channel. Those ambushing under the city gate, besides the others who had been exposed before, there was a group of them. The layout of the sandpaper is very particular. Everyone is not piled up together, but they are not too far apart. Anything that happens should be taken care of. This accident also had a chance to take care of it. For example, the two buddies who began to sacrifice were taking care of it. Everyone could have run away. But Yinsha paper is too confident, and playing with each other's mind, who knows that the other person's mind is not so shallow, on the contrary, playing him.
In the end, I ran confidently to answer the questions, thinking that I knew the answers to the exam questions, but I could n’t help but temporarily changed the questions. This answer was wrong, I didn't hang up, and it caused a bunch of brothers again. Sandpaper is still patting others' shoulders here to cheer others up, but his face is quite heavy.
At this time, I asked about the situation there, but there was no news for a while. After a while, the white light brushed around me, and the third party was sent back.
"How did it happen?" The sandpaper stunned. Witnessing their tragedy, he thought that this group of people wouldn't make silly answers to questions again, where they would stay still and at least not lose their lives. Who would have thought that everyone would move so fast.
The dead archer was very depressed and spit on the ground: "The guy drunk in a thousand miles shouted and asked the players to help each other to supervise each other. Then he asked questions to see who did not return. We would have been thinking It ’s a lot of money, but the players in Cloud City are so **** injustice, they sold us immediately, fuck, something. "
"What are you talking about!" Indian sandpaper quickly stopped the man from continuing to scold. This is Cloud City, and this guy is scolding Cloud City players here. No, there are already several very unfriendly eyes.
Looking at the other party leaving without any response, Yinsha paper breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "It seems that this is not enough to wait for the rabbit, we have to change the plan."
"Shall we stay somewhere else?" Someone suggested.
"It would be best if we could be scattered in several places where people flow together, but the problem is that we have insufficient staff. Although there are many assassins, there are only two eyes, alas!" Yinsha sighed.
"But don't be discouraged, there is always a way." Yinsha paper said, while he and the archers came out of the resurrection point, thinking about where to go next, suddenly a pain in the back.
"Fuck !!" the sandpaper shouted.
There is an ambush outside the resurrection point. How can you forget such a cliché?
Indian sandpaper is now too late to react, and a group of assassins has surrounded them as a group of archers. Under melee, archers have no chance, even masters like sandpaper.
"Which is the leader?" Yun Zhongmu asked majesticly in the assassin's heap.
"I." The sandpaper stunned, and the other party wanted to negotiate.
"Just for him, sell a little bit of power, he has something good to explode." Yunzhong Mu Zhao pointed at the sandpaper.
The sandpaper almost stopped crying. Players sometimes have some weird superstitions, very unscientific superstitions. For example, some people think that killing monsters faster will increase the explosion rate, and some people think that the last blow will increase the explosion rate ... These are official things that are unambiguously announced, but the players are ignored. , Still enjoy each other.
People also need faith, but faith game companies are very faceless, so everyone makes their own beliefs. Some people explain this.
Yun Zhongmu and his brother also seem to have faith. It seems that they believe that the goal of "killing hard" in pk will be good. Yinsha paper had never heard this statement. He only knew that after Yun Zhongmu's sentence, at least five knives stabbed him.
Indian sandpaper has no strength to parry, he just came out of the resurrection point, and then went in again.
Indian sandpaper regrets it, really regrets it. If you do n’t have an account when you come here this time, you will be sent back to your hometown after being drunk just a thousand miles away. Then this link can be avoided at least. And ...
"Fuck !!" The Indian sandpaper blurted out. He found that he was barefoot at this time, and his boots burst out!
A sharpshooter, in addition to weapons, the most important equipment is probably a pair of good boots with unlimited speed. The sandpaper boots were of course High grade, but at this time they abandoned him without any recklessness. Yun Zhongmu ’s “selling mechanics” seemed to be very effective. At this time, he had picked up the boots that fell out of the sandpaper and looked at the attributes. Just laughed. Immediately after taking off his pair of stinky shoes, he took two strenuous steps and smiled towards the sandpaper in the resurrection point: "Good shoes, good."
The sandpaper is going crazy, and his brothers are back soon, and they are holding the sandpaper almost rushing out.
"Don't be provoked, you will die in vain when you go out." Everyone shouted in turn in the ear of Indian sandpaper.
Yun Zhongmu is extremely arrogant when he is outside: "Come out? No, we are gone." With a wave of beckoning, a team of people will leave with a big swing. Suddenly, Yun Zhongmu touched his pocket again and threw something into it: "Wear it, let the ground cool."
Blood of sandpaper almost didn't spray out. It's a pair of straw shoes that can't be broken. This is not equipment at all. It is probably the kind of completely worthless garbage that the mobs dropped. You can wear it, but if you wear these shoes, you will look down on you at the resurrection point and ask the brothers and sisters for the two-level rookie.
An archer quickly went up and kicked the ragged sandals, and one person took out at least a pair of boots from his pocket and let the sandpaper also deal with it. Everyone comforted the sandpaper with sad faces. Although they hung up, the people who were still equipped were of course more pitiful. Moreover, they knew how much the boots printed sandpaper.
The archer shooting range is like this. The thieves ’union basically repeats the story here.
It's just that there are no big figures like sandpaper over there. Yun Xiang led the team, there were quite a lot of people, professional mix and match. It is obviously more troublesome to deal with thieves than to deal with archers with more obvious disadvantages.
But in the end, the opponent was taken down with zero casualties. The ambush is well designed and very targeted. The thieves walked out together, immediately surrounded, and Yun Xiang waved his hand, and the Mage regiment sent them back. Don't even want to run away if you are sneaking.
"Damn, why are all the men!" Fireball shook his head and expressed dissatisfaction. He shouted on the door of the thieves union: "Hey, say, do you have a girl in the union? Do you dare to send some girls? Dare ... … "
Fireball was dragged away by Yun Xiang's mouth without shouting, and explained to the onlookers: "Squatting people all over the world, flashing all right."
"Cut!" A girl from the onlooker party saw it through at a glance: "The wicked kid is immortal in the flowers, and the shameless guild is just a Mage, I know him."
Fireball overjoyed, struggling to say a few words: "Haha, brother is also a person! Beauty, are you free to go to Yunjiao Lake for supper? My chef is 37!"
"Drag away, drag away soon!" Yun Xiang shouted, and several power players quickly came over and took Fireball away.
"I said not to let this guy come!" Yun Xiang wiped sweat.
"The boss can only take him a thousand miles." The others said.
"Well, it's still the boss of thousands of miles!" Yun Xiang also sighed, so shameless, only Qianli drunk can control, and he is far away.
"Where are we now?" someone asked.
"I want you to order 3,000, Mizolastine, you two stay and continue to monitor, and the others will follow me to the backstreet." Yun Xiang waved his hand and prepared to wait to see if there was another chance, As a result, you didn't take a few steps to kill you. Three thousand already called: "They're gone, teleport."
"All gone?" Yun Xiang looked at the resurrection point.
"One is not left." You must be affirmed three thousand.
"Then keep it as it is!" Yun Xiang led the people to ambush inside and outside the thieves union.
Professional motives for sneak attacks are going to be strong, either thieves or shooters, so these two resurrection points have already been arranged by the Han family. Even if it has been exposed now, it is still a limitation to stay. The one who came back from death has to go offline or use the scroll to run. There is no other choice.
"Sun !!!" India sandpaper screams in the wilderness of the Cloud City. He did not fly back to his hometown, but wiped the coordinates randomly. Flying back to his hometown meant he had to come, whether it was using a scroll or walking, it was very painful, so he chose to stay in the wild.
There are three archer companions beside the sandpaper. No one else knows where to go. The blank reels are sent randomly, and the two are in one place, the probability is as small as zero.
It's a desolate place, they are unfamiliar with sandpaper, they are lonely and lonely. The earth and the earth feel nowhere to settle down.
"What should I do now?" people around asked.
"The assassination operation is difficult to succeed ..." The sandpaper was painful and others were silent.
"In all our actions, the opponent expects the enemy first, how can we have a chance of winning?" Yinsha said.
"What about then?"
"It seems that there is only a first-rate suggestion for low temperature. You can organize a large group of people and find a second way. As long as the strength is sufficiently suppressed, the other party will not be able to calculate the road anymore. The paper said.
"However, I heard that the Cloud City last time gathered tens of thousands of people to eradicate the very skyward. Later, they were drowned by a drunken man." In the days when Cloud City was lurking, These guys also heard a lot of information.
"I know, it was the time when his pk value exploded!" Yinsha said.
"Yes!"
"But we are not the same as the tens of thousands of people. The tens of thousands of people are the only two six-level guilds in the Cloud City, and the other gangs. What about us? Are we from the 31st main city, the third The strength of thirty-one six-level guilds in eleven main cities, Qianliyi has been able to fight two six-level guilds, and can he fight thirty-one? Can he, can he, can he? Sandpaper began to growl again.
"Boss calm down!" Others quickly persuaded.
"It is now twenty-six." Someone reminded.
"He can fight at twenty-six houses? Can he, can he? Can he?" Yinsha paper again roared, and everyone dared not stop.
Indian sandpaper was enough, sat down on the ground, and made a list of friends.
Not many of his tragedies and comics full of wind and frost are going on.
Full reading Feng Shuang just followed Ye Xiaowu to determine the second path, and he was killed by Gu Fei on this side.
The second way was found. The method of suppressing tyrannical strength can at least continue. This is the last time the Indian sandpaper found comfort.
The guild has become their last resort. As for yourself? Fart, only two days after they were dropped one by one, people are not like ghosts or ghosts. Forty level, just forty level, which is very low-end, very low-end in their minds. In their minds, level 0 to 40 are all rookies. As a result, many of them are now sadly standing at the apex of rookies.
"Guild, come quickly!" Indian sandpaper lay on the wilderness and looked at the sky. He looks forward to the support of more partners and more reliable partners.
Twenty-five big men all received news that the assassination of Indian sandpaper failed. Everyone understood that it was time to take the last move.
Less than last resort, they are actually reluctant to take this path.
This path is affection, great affection, there will be many friends, friends of friends, friends of friends of friends, in short, the affection of everyone in the relationship network, all will be borrowed to use.
For what? They can't give an accurate answer. Or for the reward of Inge? impossible. To avenge the brothers who died before? A little. More is anger, not fighting for buns for breath. This was originally due to steamed buns, but now it has become a dispute of sentiment. Being so disgraced by the sky, everyone couldn't swallow this breath. Those who can bear it and do not want to fight for their will have already quit.
"Everyone is ready?" Read Feng Shuang Group's news.
The answer is consistent.
"Then, I will start all night now, take a rest after meeting at Moon Night City, and pierce through the second channel tomorrow, pointing directly to the Cloud City!" Feng Shuang announced.
Twenty-six main cities, elites dispatched, began to move towards the same goal.
Although many of them are not willing, but because of a relationship, everyone is gathered together to advance for the same goal.
"It's very unfavorable to overthrow!" Everyone knows the purpose of their trip, and they have heard the origin of the incident. Although it is inexplicable, everyone has a reason to refuse.
Brother! friend! They also got together for this reason.
The Cloud City suddenly became very quiet at this time. The sandpaper order was ordered, and the assassination operations were all stalled. The lurking assassin archers were transformed into people at once, and lived in harmony with the cloud city players. They waited for a bigger storm to arrive, and they felt as if they could already see the clouds in the sky of Cloud City.
The manpower gathered by the major figures is quickly counted. Twenty-six main city elites with a total of 12,257 people.
"On average, everyone mobilized nearly 500 people." First-grade low temperature said.
"The Cloud City players are really lucky!" After reading Feng Shuang, he said with emotion, "They have seen the pinnacle of personal strength in this game, and now he will see the pinnacle of team strength. Even if he used to be the Ten League Is it small in front of us? "
"It's not in a heavyweight category at all." First-class low temperature said, "Almost all of these 10,000 people can be said to have reached the summit in the main city stations."
"Are you finally going to start?" Inge boss Gaishi Qiying received the news soon after the departure of the main city teams. His intelligence network is undoubtedly accurate and fast.
"How is the inventory." Gaishi Qiying turned around and asked the five nights around him.
"All can be done today." Five nights with red eyes, apparently staying up all night.
"It's hard work. After this busy time, everyone can take a good rest." Gaishi Qiying said.
Five nights nodded, but there was a hint of hesitation in his expression.
"What are you going to say?" Gaishi Qiying noticed.
"This time, we provoke a big fight between the main cities. It is inevitable that a lot of equipment and materials will be sold out. But it seems that we are not the only ones benefiting? All the studios can benefit from it! "Five nights said."
"Haha." Gaishi Qiying smiled. "You didn't borrow it, but there are three things you want to consider."
“First, we planned something, of course, we were the most well prepared. Even if other studios realized that they were starting to be accurate immediately, it was already a big step behind us. Before such a large-scale dumping, the clear inventory is It ’s necessary, otherwise it will be difficult to verify if a gap is finally found. ”
"Second, we will win the trust of at least one of the two parties that are about to fight. We will be their first consumption choice, and other studios now have doubts in their hearts."
"Third, the benefits are all taken up by us, and others ca n’t drink a single bite, which is not good. We only need to account for most of the benefits, we do n’t have to worry about too much. Our current situation is not suitable Jealous by all colleagues in the industry. "
"It turns out so." Five nights after listening to the one, two, and three of Ge Shiqiying, it was a sudden realization.
"Another thing, how is it?" Gaishi Qiying asked again.
Although Wuye is tired, his expression is relaxed: "It's very smooth, and there are already eyebrows. In fact, if our news network is in trouble, it can be found long ago."
"That's good. How about them forever?"
"They are fine, level up!" said Wu Ye.
"They don't have to intervene in the business of buying and selling. I have also recently inspected some people, and you will lead them to take responsibility for it! Here is the list." Ge Shiqiying handed a piece of paper to Wuye.