bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 248 Team Up
"gather!"

Even though it has been confirmed that the Yiren is immortal, such cannon fodder has limited cultivation after all. Therefore, there are still a large number of military officers and soldiers and legal personnel present near Tianying City, which has suddenly become an important border area.

Managing aliens is also part of their mission.

Under the command of the NPC, the loose players also quickly gathered to listen to the instructions of the cavaliers.

"Simeng's upper and lower sects are able to feed you and teach you how to practice. Naturally, they have received the grace of the emperor. Now that Simeng is in trouble, it is naturally the duty of the sect's children to defend the country and defend the border!"

The players were indifferent, and even wanted to laugh.

"The two divisions of the Art of War will lead the various sects, and I hope that you will fight the enemy bravely, and use your military exploits as a measure to exchange for fame and fortune. There will be many rewards!"

This is the point, and the black crowd suddenly became excited.

After the incident started, the players' respective sects naturally had corresponding reward rules, not only within the sect, but if the combat achievements were sufficient, they could even receive rewards and skills from the military and judicial divisions.

Since joining the sect, the NPCs that the players have met without exception all have different personalities like real people, there are good guys, and naturally there are bad guys.

Many players have even formed ties with their brothers and sisters, or chatted speculatively. For them, they can get more cultivation methods, acquire skills and techniques, and even go back to their own sects to experience a sense of bullying. Isn't it a beautiful thing to feel the joy of turning the tables on young people?
"Fuck them to death—!"

They yelled loudly, and the scene was about to become chaotic, but they all couldn't help but keep silent.

Overhead, the sky darkens.

A handsome man with an unruly face entered the arena in mid-air, and slowly landed in front of the players from top to bottom.

This person was wearing a jet-black meteorite armor with blood-red lacquer borders. He had no knife or sword in his hand, and only held an iron fracture fan, scanning the strangers in front of him.

It was Tantaiming who came here this time.

He glanced at the strangers in front of him who were still full of stubbornness even though they were wearing Zongmen clothes, and frowned a little.

He has already learned a lot about the general strength of the aliens from the sect. Their levels are surprisingly balanced, and it seems that their talents are not much different.

Those aliens who have no intention of cultivating would not have gathered here in the first place.

The strength is a little weaker, but compared with immortality, its natural flaws can't hide its advantages.

but……

But what is this militant atmosphere that requires no mobilization at all?

"Everyone, the purpose of going out to the army this time is to protect the safety of our country and the peace of Simeng. If anyone escapes from the battle, they will be imprisoned in the prison for eternity according to the military law of the Simeng army. This is true. Advance also."

With a sullen expression, Tantaiming waved his hand, and the colorless Weaver Beast drew a ravine behind the players.

"Those who have no intention of participating in the battle, retreat to the back of the line. This is the last order before the battle!"

Silent.

The main reason for the silence is that the players are mostly waiting for the CG of the little white-faced warlord to finish playing, some cut out to chat and fart, and some browse the live broadcast room of the forum.

Tan Taiming stood on the spot, clenched his fists.

Among the strangers, no one retreats, this is nothing new.

But when he first entered the battlefield, did he have such a rock-solid determination?Is there such a death-like attitude, with the intention of killing without saying a word?

Even if he is immortal, this is too much beyond his expectation!
He thought that what he was facing were the temporary soldiers who were bandits or vagrants that he had seen in the army before.

But what are these?
Just like hundreds of dead men, that look of indifference to life and death is by no means a faux pas!

"Don't forget to take your things out."

In the dormitory, Han Dongwen watched Sherlock Hook's live broadcast at the same time, and looked at Tantai Ming who was mobilizing with great interest.

Before Tan Taiming set off, Han Dongwen naturally made some requests that made him puzzled.

But with Han Dongwen's prophetic warning, Tan Taiming decided to follow through.

"In terms of military exploits, the top three among aliens will be rewarded with this!"

Tan Taiming waved his hand, several cavalry generals shouted in unison, they rushed into the mid-air, unfolded several treasure boxes in their arms, almost all the strangers stretched their necks to look at it.

The contents of the box were three beautiful Miyun sand hang tags, which were exactly the exercises Han Dongwen used to practice his puppet.

The Yunpo sword could not be retrieved, and Han Dongwen, who had nothing in it, could not make anything that would work outside the palace. These Miyun sand hang tags could not function as a remote camera.

In addition, the war dominated by the two divisions of the Art of War will not easily allow Han Dongwen to give any treasures in the name of the emperor at will, that is to say, these tags cannot even be used as the name of the emperor.

Tan Taiming himself has no idea, how can this kind of thing be compared with kung fu weapons?
Still limited to the top three?
He glanced at the stranger, and according to Han Dongwen's instructions, he spoke slowly with anxiety in his heart:
"These three hang tags will never have the same thing in the world, and there will never be any chance to get them again."

Before the words fell, the aliens were in an unprecedented commotion.

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The first part of the frontier battlefield is a small copy of the battlefield for about one hour per round.

Players match teammates under the command of the two divisions of the Art of War or form a team by themselves, and go to the Bailan Mountain battlefield to kill the enemy. At present, there is no official formation of troops in West Asia, but it is clear that many ghost beasts hiding on Bailan Mountain have been released to harass.

These yin beasts are all as big as the yin beasts in the Beast Pit in the mountains. Although they will not become the deadly threat of the 2.0 era yin beasts like Guo Jieke, it is not a small challenge. The score is also clearly displayed in the player's interface.

brush!
In addition, in addition to teaming up, each team of players will also be matched with NPCs from the Division of Soldiers or the Division of Law. They have different techniques and abilities, and provide different types of assistance and functions in each round. It is a kind of randomness. Rogue like experience.

Therefore, trying many times to see what kind of powerful NPC can be matched has also become a part of the dungeon.

Max out!

In the dungeon, those who accidentally lost their lives could only be forced to wait to go online, watching other people's greedy eyes, or posting posts on the forum to chat about building, which probably attracted onlookers.

[After five games, the boat finally capsized, let’s talk about my feelings]

[Let’s talk about some of the more popular team constructions at present. Tip: there must be a red-clothed member in the team]

[Is there any NPC who randomly came to this female cavalry general of the National Army, I tm call my wife]

They chatted enthusiastically, and 24 hours later, these aliens were about to be reborn at the resurrection point and put into the battlefield again.

As for the resurrection point...

"Brother, why don't you find an inn in the advanced city?"

ID is a big man with a big addiction to food. While gearing up, he turned his head and said to Tang Xiaobei.

"Inn?"

Tang Xiaobei curled his lips in disdain: "What's so good about that thing, let's go, show you the building I built with my own hands!"

The white-haired girl led the big men to set off, and the group stepped into the territory of the Han Yingzong.

Someone on the road was curious, and Tang Xiaobei's words were always: "Follow me, buckle 1 there is a girl with flowers."

"Does 11111 really exist?"

(End of this chapter)