The slaughter of the city will not stop.

They want to kill the Machine Age, and the last two will not be able to release water.

Nord Stream didn't reply, but responded to the glutinous rice dumplings with silence, which made her feel heavier and heavier. After a while, I only heard Beixi say lightly: "Glutinous rice, equipment in this game has never been the factor that determines everything. ”

Glutinous rice dumplings know.

But they have to face not only the slaughter of the city, but also the Four Ringel Guild, the Divine Heaven, the Eternal City, the Rabbit Tribe...

Other guilds that have not taken a stand will also be their potential enemies. In their mechanical age, there were battles large and small, and the enemy was outnumbered.

But in that case, the players are not well equipped, the technology is not good, and no matter how many people there are, it is a plate of loose sand, which can be easily destroyed.

Now, if you take a slaughter city as an example, the people in the other guild are well-trained, and the others are better than those guild players who are not in the stream.

If these players have opponents who can match them, it will be difficult for Nord Stream to take care of others.

In this battle, Nuomi Tuanzi didn't feel that she would lose completely, she was not a person without brains and arrogance. Based on the current situation, she just thinks the odds of winning are not high.

In her current understanding, there is no absolute win or loss in this world.

Nord Stream turned around and jumped onto the roof of the city.

"Everyone. ”

A fluttering sentence quieted down the whole lively scene, and the members of the mechanical age looked at Nord Stream one after another.

They move subconsciously.

Nord Stream did not deliberately release sound, and the clean voice was already all over the audience.

"Are you afraid of losing?"

Everyone roared, "Don't be afraid." ”

"Why?"

"Because if you lose, you can win back. He shouted in unison again.

If you are often defeated, you still want to win your heart to be undefeated.

Nord Stream They often say that there is no shame or shame in losing, and how can people who do not want to win back their dignity talk about being strong.

A smile tugged at the corner of Nord Stream's mouth.

"Do you hate losing?"

"Nasty!"

"Why?"

If you are not afraid of losing, why should you be tired of losing? Isn't this a contradiction?

"In the competitive arena, who likes to lose!" many people roared back with confidence.

If you don't get tired of losing, you won't want to win. Athletics are meaningless if they don't win or lose, and those trophies, glory, and faith don't mean anything.

Don't want to lose.

"How many massacres have you done to us?" Nord Stream asked.

Crowd answers: Five.

"How many of those five have we won?"

"One. ”

The tone fell, and the atmosphere was low and began to become heavy. Nord Stream glanced at them one by one, and someone clenched their fists.

"How many people feel humiliated and unwilling for the first time after joining the Machine Age?"

Almost all of them raised their hands.

Nord Stream chuckled, "Dare to say that I don't spoil you?"

Everyone was stunned and then laughed.

Yes.

No guild, big or small, will come forward to seek justice for its players. Nord Stream she is petted, so people in the mechanical age have forgotten what it means to be unwilling.

They are in Karans, and they are reckless. Since joining the guild, he has never tasted the taste of being suppressed, pointing his nose and being scolded for garbage.

They are arrogant, and this arrogance is beyond ordinary people under the perennial influence of the Legend Group.

Be arrogant, let them face adversity and never surrender.

"I don't want to be shocking. Nord Stream looked at them, "This game is our last struggle. ”

Struggle...

Nord Stream itself couldn't help laughing.

"If you lose, you're defeated. The whole world will laugh at us, and the old days were nothing more than the ability to talk about it. ”

"The glory of our guild will be ruined. ”

Everyone already understood what this game represented, and from the mouth of Nord Stream, they still felt that their hearts were hit hard by stones, and when they were difficult to breathe, a wave of anger coiled in their chests, and their eyes were red.

"Will you give up your dignity and your glory to give up your defeat to them?"

"I don't want to!"

"I don't want to..."

"President, we don't want to!"

Nord Stream whispered softly, to them and to themselves.

"I don't want to. ”

The mechanical gloves gradually covered the hands, and the cool special effects of metal wrapped around the black and white glow of the weapons, lined with the peerless blue pupils, they seemed to see hope.

Beixi clenched his weapons, looked down on everyone, and let out a loud voice: "Those jumping clowns are waiting to see us defeated and beg for mercy. But they don't know that people in the machine age don't bow their heads easily. ”

"Today, I will bet on the glory of being a member of the mechanical age, on the dignity of the champion of the prosperous world, and promise you. ”

Nord Stream's right hand holding the gun was pounded heavily on his left shoulder, and his expression was serious as if he had sworn to them.

"I'll take you to the top of this game. ”

They all forgot.

In the various battles that the machine age had encountered, the man in front of them at that time also made a promise to them and led them to victory.

After a year-long recuperation, the blood in their bones has not been wiped out, but only buried in their bones. Now Nord Stream's words have completely ignited them.

The will to fight is up, and they will have nothing to fear.

I don't know when the chaotic team has already become uniform, and the shells are united.

"Boom"

With both arms raised, they landed on their left shoulders, and the gloomy atmosphere and frustrated expression had long since been swept away, replaced by a full of confidence.

As if Nord Stream had sworn to them at the cost of everything, everyone shouted in unison: "We will give our loyalty and our lives, fearless of everything, and obey the president's arrangement." ”

"Fight for the guild!"

The crowd shouted, "Fight for the guild!!"

No one knew what the Mechanic Age team was doing, only the Mechanic Age knew the meaning of their actions, and they understood what the burden of the players involved in the game was carrying.

Leaning back in his chair, he took a deep breath.

All their hopes were in this battle.

The game kicked off in the last five seconds, and compared to the aggressiveness of other guilds, the mechanical age side was still in the inner camp, showing a great contrast.

Each guild's faction is a tall building entrenched in a wide area, large enough to accommodate all of their players.

The twenty guilds are all far apart, and the streets are numerous, and the alleys of all sizes run through the city, horizontal and vertical.

There are coins, walking NPCs, and roaming monsters in front of each faction.

But compared to the central area, the number of gold coins they had here could collect at most three or four thousand in ten minutes. As part of this, there will be monster raids every three minutes in this game, which are there to attack the player's camp, and the player must defend against the monsters from attacking their buildings.

Once a building takes damage, the amount of gold is automatically subtracted to repair it.

Conversely, the player can also deal damage to buildings.

30,000 gold coins may seem like an easy way to collect, but it's actually very difficult.

Ten seconds into the game, the Mechanical Age team was finally dispatched.

The first teams hid in the alley and began collecting gold coins. Nord Stream went in the other direction with a team of three hundred people, and the rest were still in the camp and did not move.

Others don't understand.

Nord Stream: What do they want to do?

The four Ringel guilds in the slaughter city were each stationed in the camp as early as the beginning of the competition, and the rest rushed to the machine age without the slightest hesitation.

For them, the Age of Machines was the first guild that had to be eliminated. Once they exist, they are bound to threaten Ringel.

Originally, the Dark Tribe, the Lion Wings, and the Ice Coffin Fortress were already very troublesome existences, and if there was another mechanical age, it would be even more difficult to fight.

It's not hard to imagine that if the Machine Age were to go to the back, several other guilds would join it in fighting the Slaughter Guild.

Necessary to eradicate the Machine Age, each of the five guilds has half a member, and the number of people is more than twice that of the Machine Age.

There is no escaping the mechanical age.

Nord Stream led people to intercept the people of other guilds to collect gold coins halfway, and their first target was placed on the guilds of the Storm Guild and the Rabbit Tribe.

Running wildly, he stopped as he approached the Storm Guild camp.

Forty seconds have passed since then.

Players have a bonus to their speed, otherwise it would take at least twenty minutes to go around this huge ancient city at their usual running speed.

Nord Stream they found a good position to ambush and released mechanical beasts to detect.

At the same time, it was originally planned that the Slaughter City Guild would bring people over, and they were in a state of ambush, but they didn't see any people near their camp for a long time.

"Thousand kills, how's the situation?"

One step at a time, the picture of turning off the mechanical beast and shaking his head at the glutinous rice dumplings, "Sister, there is no one." ”

A minute has passed.

It stands to reason that the other party has already been there, so why is there no one in the nearest street? It is impossible for Tucheng to play tricks with them, and there is no need at all.

There are a large number of them, and counting the three guilds of the Holy Heaven, the victory rate of the Machine Age is almost less than ten percent. Do they still need to play tricks?

Another ten seconds passed.

The glutinous rice dumplings got up suddenly, and suddenly found that things were not simple, opened the map and looked at where Beixi was, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

"Follow me!" the glutinous rice dumplings snorted.

Everyone doesn't know why she reacted the way she did, but now they won't raise any objections.

"Contact the people who rushed to the Yaoshi Guild and bring them to the meeting!"

"Sister, the people over there have come to report, and the people of the Divine Heaven have gone to intercept Yaoshi. ”

"Where's the blood?"

The person who answered was pale and said in a trembling voice: "The rabbit tribe has passed. ”

The glutinous rice dumplings sank, and the Lion City...

"The Eternal City brought people and the Lion City, and the smoke and rain tower was hit. ”

Originally, I thought that several guilds in this kind of competition were enemies and could not be contacted normally, so I secretly asked people to come over to facilitate the transmission of news and joint action by several guilds.

Glutinous rice dumplings led people all the way to Beixi where they were, and quickly contacted Beixi at this time.

Something isn't right.

At this time, Tu Cheng and his people had already arrived near Beixi where they were, and the [Zero First Year] who took the lead glanced at the jagged houses around him, and said with a cold smile: "Search them out for me." ”

Thousands of people quickly spread, looking for Nord Stream and others while also collecting gold coins. Room by room, room by room, at this moment the Storm Guild also came out of the camp.

Their leader intersected with Tucheng and the others.

A St. Fran, a bunch of Ringle.

The enemies of the enemies who are not the alliance guilds are friends, and the Machine Age is coming for them, and they are naturally willing to help Tucheng drag down the people of the Machine Age.

On the screen, it was originally an ice coffin fortress, and after five seconds, everything was screened.

It's a guild that slaughters the city.

They surprisingly didn't go to the Mechanical Age camp to intercept them and found the Storm Guild, and a group of people talked at a distance, as if they were making some kind of deal.

The players don't know the situation, they are simply nervous about their situation at Nord Stream. I thought to myself, slaughtering the city, they probably didn't know that the Machine Age was nearby.

Suddenly, a bunch of Ringle players and the Storm Guild were facing each other, and those Ringers went into the surrounding rooms, looking for something more than collecting gold.

At this time, there was no Nord Stream and they were there, but everyone must be nearby.

Wan Fan got up directly, and said in disbelief: "What are they playing? Why are they here?"

"Are they trying to form an alliance with the Stormwind Guild?" Hongjiao was puzzled.

Wei Shengmo looked at the screen and fell into deep thought for a moment.

"There's no need for that. ”

Who did he say in a deep voice: "What kind of guild is Slaughter City? Don't you know their virtues? With a small guild like Storm, they will look at it? And they came here to talk to them, giving up the golden age in the early stage?" After a pause, who was holding the wine and who glanced at the crowd and took their expressions into their eyes, he said word by word: "They are going to meet them." ”

As soon as the words of who was holding the wine came out, everyone almost got up.

The atmosphere is solemn.

Wei Shengmo lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered the killing intent in his eyes.

At this moment, the screen is still the picture of the slaughter of the city and other guilds collecting gold coins, and after a few words of conversation with the people of the Storm Guild, they miraculously left unharmed.

I see that many players don't know why.

"Sister, almost all of them are from the Ringel Guild in front. ”

One step at a time, a thousand kills, pull the glutinous rice dumplings that want to move forward. Just a slight pull, touching the arm of the glutinous rice dumpling, he felt the other party's body tremble.

Yes, the whole person is trembling.

"Sister?" One step and a thousand kills raised their heads in doubt.

In the alley, the glutinous rice dumplings had an expression on their faces that he had never seen before.

One step thousand kills suddenly understood that the glutinous rice dumplings were not trembling with worry, but because something was suppressing the anger in their hearts, and this emotion was so strong that the glutinous rice dumplings couldn't stop their bodies from trembling.

Soon, the expression of the glutinous rice dumplings became calmer.

Nord Stream contacted her.

The map opened, but Nord Stream they were already in another place, long gone.

The glutinous rice dumplings ran all the way to death, and they didn't look at the map again during the period, but they also panicked because they were worried, and now they are recovering.

They and Nord Stream are just separated from Ringel's group of people.

Nord Stream they have already gone to support Yaoshi.

Nord Stream is fine.

The glutinous rice dumplings are put down.

With a calm face, he turned sideways to one step and the others: "Let's go kill the rabbit tribe." ”

They don't know what happened in this minute, and they are full of doubts, but it's not worth wasting time on this now.

And they departed.

Slaughtering the city and others found nothing.

"What's going on?"

Zero Four also wanted to ask what was going on.

Why can't you find Nord Stream? Did the man deceive them?