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Chapter 1391 1388. Goatman Biker Gang and Husky Man Gold Medal Team

"Teacher, I have good news and bad news."

".Asshole! It's already late! Don't follow those foreigners' clichés that say one good and one bad are actually two pieces of bad news! If you find anything, just say it now! You're still on your way after you've said it."

The great astrologer Bol was feeling annoyed at the moment, and when he heard his disciple was still playing the game of good news and bad news, he immediately got angry. He scolded him, but the movement was too big and pulled the wound, causing the astrologer's mouth to twitch in pain.

Seeing that their mentor was bleeding again, a group of dusty goatman apprentices nearby immediately came over and tried to stop the bleeding for them.

The senior disciple who went to get the news did not dare to talk any more and quickly said:
"There is only one group of sorcerers left chasing us. The others seem to have given up the pursuit. But the bad news is that the ones still chasing us are the hunters directly under the VIIth Agency, a group of tough sorcerers.

We are almost two hundred kilometers away from Abyss City, but they still don't intend to give up. It seems that they are really going to chase us to the death.

You'd better make a decision quickly.

We have been fighting for these dragon eggs for the past two days, and now everyone is exhausted."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! What are you urging me for? You're urging me to die!"

Paul became even more impatient.

It scolded:

"You are just a bunch of spell warriors. Look at how scared you are. You didn't show such cowardice when you faced the jackals before the fight against the Black Disaster."

"This is different, Master. When we fought the gnolls, we had reinforcements, but now we are fighting alone."

While applying bandages to his mentor, Boll's second disciple complained quietly:

"Besides, these dragon eggs have been sealed with a spell. Since we can't use astral teleportation, we can only walk back to Transia. It's thousands of miles from Abyss City to Transia. The nearest airship station is on the side of the gnolls. At our current speed, it will take at least another three days.

It won’t take three days for the sorcerers to catch up.”

"I think it would be better if everyone could take one with them and run separately."

The junior sister also made a suggestion:
"The Spell Warriors must have used the Sealing Spell to track down the dragon eggs. If we split the eggs, they will either split up or only be able to chase after one of them."

"Or find a place to hide and ambush them!"

The junior brother touched his psychic bag and said:

"I have a few incendiary bombs and a lot of explosives."

"You all shut up!"

When Boll heard his disciples chattering, he suddenly felt a headache.

Although it usually has a bad temper, the great astrologer's head hurts even more because of the injuries it suffered while guarding the disciples and the suspected infection of troublesome filth. It closed its eyes and took the time to rest.

To be honest, Bol now regretted his impulsive act of stealing the dragon eggs.

The process of getting the dragon eggs in the secret room of Abyss City went smoothly, but things went wrong after getting them. Since the goat people dared to bring out such dangerous things, they were naturally not afraid of being stolen. There was a very sophisticated sealing spell on each dragon egg, which made it impossible to transport this thing through the astral realm. Any carrier could only escape on foot.

And the one who could steal dragon eggs must not be an ordinary goatman sorcerer. These dragon eggs are probably an important part of a psychic experiment arranged by the city lord himself. In any case, the whole Abyss City was in an uproar after the dragon eggs were stolen.

The reason why Bol and his group were able to run more than 200 kilometers while being chased by all sides was because of their superb strength and the "special vehicles" they had.

"No matter what, we have come to this point and we can't just throw this good thing away halfway, otherwise all the hard work we have gone through will be in vain."

A few minutes later, the great astrologer gritted his teeth and said to his disciples:
"Come on, help me get in the car, and let's keep running!"

"But instructor, we don't have much fuel left. If we divide the remaining fuel equally among us, it will only be enough for us to run another 30 kilometers at most."

Its eldest disciple looked at the several Transian military motorcycles parked nearby with some worry.

These things are obviously modified versions, with larger wheels, modified appearance and no funny bed. If you have to say, they are more like off-road motorcycles from another world. At first glance, they are expensive customized versions.

The reason why the goat-man astrologers have such things that are seriously incompatible with their identity and temperament is that several of Bol's disciples were deeply poisoned by the "alien culture" in Transyalla, which led to them having the title of the champion team of the first Booty Bay Motorcycle Rally in addition to their main job as astrologers.

It's not just one apprentice who likes this thing, but they all like it. They have even formed a group and occasionally go out to run wild races together, just as a special hobby to relieve the heavy study pressure and pursue excitement.

So, having a hobby is definitely a good thing. For example, now that teleportation has been banned, the old-fashioned astrologer never expected that a steady and serious person like himself would need to rely on these noisy and unorthodox two-wheeled vehicles to escape one day.

How disgraceful!
But to be honest, this thing really runs fast!
Moreover, he did not need to rest and could keep running as long as there was enough fuel. In addition, several of his "traitors" were really good at driving and they managed to bring his injured mentor and the precious dragon egg all the way from Abyss City to here.

"Thirty kilometers is not enough to shake off the pursuers."

The junior brother put on the goat man's special rally helmet, threw his motorcycle windbreaker out, and straddled the bike in a dashing manner. He stepped on the accelerator while checking the remaining fuel. He whispered:
"We have to think of a way. How about setting a trap and ambush them?"

"How many can you ambush by yourself?"

Bol was helped by his eldest disciple to sit in the back seat of the car. He also put on a safety helmet. He looked back at the dense forest behind him, and finally spoke after a moment:
"In fact, when we rushed out of the Abyss City, I entrusted the mission to the foreigners I knew, the 'Gold Medal Team', through Ms. Rose's World Network. They will bring a private airship to meet us at the border of the Werewolf Kingdom, so as long as we meet up with the reinforcements before being caught up, we will be safe.

I have another good news for you.

The news about the dragon egg was also sent to Grand Duke Cuisi through my personal connections. The Grand Duke personally ordered us to bring the dragon egg back and gave us generous rewards.

As long as we can make it back alive this time, we will be able to own a sub-tower in the Midnight Tower. In this way, our group of master and disciples will have finally made it through.

So, stand up straight and don't lose face! Just drive your horses forward."

"You are amazing, Master! I knew you would have an idea."

A few silly goat-man apprentices flattered their mentor, then drove their own cars and continued on their journey with their mentor.

At the same time, near the meeting point on the border of the Gnoll Kingdom, the Gnoll players of the "Gold Medal Team" were patrolling and on guard. Furui Daxian was sitting on a rock with a look of pain on his face, holding a sweetroot grass in his mouth, and complained to Bancho Leomon who was holding a mechanical sword next to him:
"That's weird, Master Bol! He only gave us a meeting point when he issued the mission, and didn't even tell us which way they would come so that we can go pick them up. We've been waiting here for three or four hours, how long do we have to wait to get there?"

"Just wait. There's nothing to do right now anyway."

Banchou Leomon slightly closed his eyes, maintaining his domineering attitude as the "number one expert among the jackal players."

This Sword Saint Sect jackal monk and weapon master used the Yunlan monk advanced meditation technique he got from Madam Li Ji to coordinate the active Qi in his body, and said casually:
"Anyway, after the small version of Eternal Night, there has been no major progress in the plot. I heard that idiot Azalea said on the forum that version 4.0 might be coming soon. It is said that the destination is the Gray Desert, and there is also a plot about the Werewolf Kingdom.

Oh my, it’s really not easy.

Ever since the Black Disaster, our camp has been building houses everywhere under the command of Hogg. Although construction and management are quite interesting, it is not as exciting as large-scale group battles.

If you ask me, I think version 4.0 might also have to raise the player level. Now the number of silver-level players is almost over . Even though most of them are terrible, with this base number, it’s time to open a gold-level trial, right?

My knife and I can't wait any longer."

"I don't think it's going to work!" The Immortal Fu Rui curled his lips, whistled to call back his two Songhai lion war beasts, and said while leaning on the cool-looking mechanical version of the Dark Night Good Luck Shotgun:
"Which good game company can push the plot to 4.0 in one year and seven months during the internal test? No matter how powerful Alpha's technology is, its production capacity is limited."

"You're really playing games, aren't you?"

Bancho Leomon was too lazy to argue with his friend who pretended to be ignorant. He was just about to summon his wolf to patrol around to find clues about the NPCs, but a few seconds later he heard a shout from above:
"There's something ahead!"

"What?"

Banchou Leomon raised his head and looked at the players on the private airship floating low above his head. He shouted:

"Use the team voice! Don't shout at the top of your lungs, the wind is too strong to hear clearly!"

"I said, there's something ahead! Right in front of our meeting point, it seems like someone is fighting, and I saw the sound of a meteorite falling down."

White Wolf on the airship immediately shouted in the team communication:
"How about we take an airship over there to take a look? What if it's the NPC who's here to pick us up? This job pays well, and I don't want to see my employer die in front of us, that would be a waste."

"Forry, send your bird over to check out the situation!"

Bancho Leomon roared immediately, and the great sage Furui behind him blew a long whistle to summon his pet vulture and switched to the Beast Eye mode to follow the pet's vision. He soon saw the battle on the barren slope ten kilometers ahead.

But then, Master Fu Rui started screaming.

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"Fuck! What the hell is this?"

"What?"

Bancho Leomon asked, and Furui Daisen immediately explained:

"It is indeed Master Bol and his disciples. There are also some goatmen I don't know who are trapped, but they are trapped by a group of... Chao! I can't describe it. It feels like a strange mixture of aliens and insects. There are also many miscellaneous soldiers who look like the scarabs seen in the Songhai Empire.

But as far as I know, there are no such bugs in the ecosystem of the Dark Mountains, and the number is a bit exaggerated.

What the hell!

Could it really be an insect plague?"

"What's the matter?"

Banchou Leomon was even more confused.

But it knew that something had happened to its client, so it did not wait any longer. With a command, a gold medal team consisting of thirty elite players from the Canglang Army immediately boarded the airship and set off.

This thing is a team vehicle custom-made from the airship factory in Port Shardo. It has been given speed and protection bonuses, but the price is that its already not-so-excellent firepower has been weakened to only a small-caliber main gun and a bomb bay. To those who pursue firepower, it is basically no different from a small water pipe.

However, this thing unexpectedly sells well among the player community. After all, when the Halflings designed this thing, they specifically asked the Explorer to help make a cool streamlined hull that is more suitable for the "foreign baby's physique", and it can carry people, has a fast speed, is easy to operate, and is cheap.

As a vehicle that may encounter various strange accidents and fall at any time in the hands of players, having the above advantages is enough. What else do you need?

Therefore, any team with a little financial resources will buy one to use as a rapid deployment vehicle. Some people also call this thing a "bread boat". Well, you can tell it comes from the "a car of bread man" joke.

But to be honest, the various attributes of this thing are really very similar to the Big Golden Cup, the "antiquated car for group fights" from another world.

The halflings also provided personalized services. For example, the airship of the gold medal team was painted with a huge husky head. Well, no one knew what Master Fu Rui was thinking when he chose this pattern, and no one complained about this weird emblem, especially after Master Fu Rui was beaten up by others, everyone generously forgave him.

"Fuck! So many bugs?"

When the gold team's breadboat approached the battlefield, Banchou Leomon at the lookout window was also startled.

He saw more than twenty goat men on the ground being surrounded by a swarm of black insects on a high ground. Round scarabs rushed out from the ground and kept biting people everywhere. Master Boll was acting as a mobile turret and constantly casting various powerful spells, while his disciples were already forming a temporary position with military machine guns.

Fortunately, these masters and apprentices are veterans who have fought against the Black Disaster. They are proficient in handling Transian weapons and explosives, so they don't run into the dilemma of being unable to fight after their spiritual energy is exhausted.

But the other goat people trapped with them were not so lucky.

They should have had a lot of people originally, but they were trapped in another place by the insects and suffered heavy casualties. Even though they were also very elite psionicists with fierce martial arts, the insects besieging them were obviously more powerful.

Even the appearance is "elite"!

Those elite bugs were no longer round but more like "springtails". Their black chitinous shells flashed with murderous light, and their claws wrapped in psychic energy were extremely ruthless when they swung.

"We're not going down! Prepare the rope ladder, quick!"

The Great Immortal Fury shouted at the players to get moving. When the airship approached the high ground, four rope ladders were thrown down. The exhausted Bol and his apprentices immediately grabbed the rope ladders and were then pulled up by the players' shouts.

"There are still flying insects on the other side! No, our anti-aircraft weapons can't deal with them, retreat!"

Bancho Leomon yelled to turn the airship and start the propeller engine to speed up, but was then stopped by Bol. The great astrologer said in a hoarse voice:

"Bring those spell warriors with you."

"They are the ones who are chasing you, right?"

The gnoll player said in surprise:
"Your character is not such a kind person."

"You're right, I don't care about their lives, warrior, but the remaining dragon eggs are in their hands!"

Bol coughed and spurted blood. He gritted his teeth and said:

“These strange bugs are attracted by the dragon eggs!
I don't know what the connection is, but we lost the dragon egg to them to avoid disaster, and we only have one left.

That thing is very valuable. I'll pay twice as much and take the remaining dragon eggs with me!

Believe me!
Trust my danger sense as a psionicist!
I don't know why the bugs want the dragon egg, but if they get it, we'll be in big trouble in the future, so we have to take it with us."

"It's only twice the money. It's hard for me to help you. Master, although we have cooperated many times, we should still settle accounts clearly even if we are brothers."

Furui Daisen made a universal gesture, he looked at Bancho Leomon, then coughed and said:
"We don't want money, this order is free! But we want a dragon egg! You seem to have a lot of dragon eggs in your hands."

"I now realize that this thing is the source of disaster. I'll give you one! But now take your people away, you greedy husky! Once you are surrounded by bugs, no one can escape. These are definitely not ordinary bugs.

I have a feeling that they are definitely related to some dangerous conspiracy!"

"Ah! Damn it! You can't say that humiliating title in front of the jackals! Damn little potato Ashina, she must have spread this nickname, ah, this damn derogatory name! You, have angered the wolf pack!"

"boom"

A loud bang exploded on the airship, causing the turning airship to shake violently. A few seconds later, the awkward voice of Bai Tailang, the airship pilot, rang out from the cockpit:
"Well, brothers, now there is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

(End of this chapter)