As far as the camp was settled in the assigned camp, their guild fight was embattled from the beginning. The targeting of those guilds in the slaughter city was too obvious, and their side didn't have time to escape, so they were the first to be eliminated.

Although the Lost Hall sighed for a long time, it was not worried that their blood would be at the bottom. In the last round, they mixed a good ranking, and even if they were the first to go out in this game, they still ranked higher than the other guilds.

There are several guilds that have been in the bottom five, and they have basically been eliminated one after another after the blood, and there is no comparison at all.

After the slaughter of the city eliminated Yaoshi, only the Machine Age, the Ice Coffin Fortress, the Dark Tribe, and the Slaughter City remained in the snowfield. The respective battles of the four guilds also represent the wars of the four nations.

It's a pity that Lion Wings was eliminated, and players never expected that among the many St. Fran guilds, only the second-level guild of Ice Coffin Fortress survived last.

Evenly matched with the other three strong guilds.

With their second-level guild, being able to stand to the end is also praised by the players.

The battle between the Machine Age and the Ice Coffin Fortress lasted for a long time. The slaughter of the city and the dark tribes also fought on the road. In this game, the guilds that slaughtered the city were the most, and their snowballs and props were also incomparable to other guilds.

After a long battle, the dark tribe was obviously at a disadvantage, and in the end, it could no longer resist the enemy's attrition and was completely eliminated.

The Ice Coffin Fortress has been a long time in the mechanical age, and they themselves have not eaten any good fruit. The slaughter of the city came to break the white-hot battle directly.

So the three guilds competed against each other, and the time for the game ran out. In the end, 2,300 players survived the slaughter of the city and won the first place, and the Ice Coffin Fortress narrowly defeated the Machine Age with two people.

The mechanical age is in third place.

In the later battles, the Ice Coffin Fortress and the Slaughter City were too targeted, and most of the people in the two guilds concentrated their firepower on fighting the Machine Age, and the rest were competing with each other.

There is little stalemate in the scene, and the mechanical age continues to die under the fire, but despite this, the love of the sword directs the roundabout tactics to direct the slaughter of the city into the ice coffin fortress, forcing them to help share the damage, and both sides lose.

This can completely cheapen the slaughter of the city, but the Ice Coffin Fortress has to follow the Slaughter City against them, their side is naturally in a difficult situation, it is better to pull the Ice Coffin Fortress into the water than to be forced to bear it.

In any case, there is an advantage to slaughtering the city.

After the game is over, the system prompts the next game to be scheduled for 7 p.m.

This Ice Coffin Fortress and the Mechanical Age basically have no intersection, and the last game was biased towards the slaughter of the city, which makes many players wonder if the two have cooperated.

In today's mechanical age, it really embodies the phrase "tree moves the wind".

Of the twenty guilds, there are only two of them allied, and the other Karance guilds are all enemies, and every game is very difficult.

But despite this, the Machine Age has shown players how powerful their guilds are. After the first two rounds, the rankings were all in the top three.

This is the most powerful guild in the minds of their Karance players.

"This ice coffin fortress is headed for the slaughter of the city?"

Today's attitude is really obvious.

"It doesn't matter. Afraid of them?" Ukiyo-e is dismissive of this.

Now after two sentences, the mechanical era is temporarily ranked second, as long as the following games are stable in the top five, it will definitely advance. This kind of knockout doesn't need to care about the ranking, and it's never too late to get serious later.

The crowd took a break.

At this time, the slaughter city was convening a meeting of the high-level officials.

"There are a total of ten games, and the mechanical era has already accounted for two of the top three, and it is inevitable to continue to advance to the top ten. ”

Liangchen sat in the first place with a slight coolness, his fingers tapping the chair handle unhurriedly, and his tone was flat so that people couldn't see his emotions. "In the next game, I don't want to see the mechanical age in the top five again. ”

The others looked at each other.

"It's hard for you guys?" Liangchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile of unknown meaning hung on the corner of his mouth.

Under his gaze, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look directly, and no one answered.

Zero Eleven said at this time: "I don't know what kind of game the next game is, will the president be too anxious like this?"

Liangchen was slightly cool, and there was coldness in his eyes.

"Do you think the slaughter will lose?"

Zero Eleven sneered, "I believe in the strength of our guild. It's just a matter of facts, if the way of the game is tricky, how can we guarantee that we can have the upper hand and suppress the mechanical age? They are not soft persimmons to be manipulated. ”

Zero Five chuckled, "Eleven, are you praising the Machine Age?"

Zero Eleven lowered his eyes in the face of Liangchen's slightly cold gaze, and put on a smile like nothing. "To tell the truth, in this guild, the master likes to tell the truth the most. ”

The irony was so obvious that it made everyone else change their faces.

Liangchen was slightly cool, and his expression suddenly became gloomy.

Taking advantage of the slight coolness of the good day, Huantong hurriedly laughed. "The Mechanical Age is also a little troublesome for the Legend Group, and nothing else to fear. Eleven, you worry too much, you only see what the other party has on the surface, and you can't see the distance in substance, so you naturally feel that they can compare with us. You should still go through more experience, and don't open some flowers easily if you shouldn't say it. Keep in mind. ”

Zero Eleven tugged at the corners of his mouth, whatever you say is what it is. He's not stupid, Liangchen is slightly cool, and he doesn't like him to praise the mechanical age, even if he himself knows the strength of the other party, he just doesn't want to admit the other party's strength in front of others.

Huantong knew that person best, and at this time he opened his mouth to remind him not to say anything, so as not to provoke Liangchen and make it difficult for his eldest brother.

Zero Eleven decided not to express any more thoughts on this matter, and said with a smile: "I know, it's my short-sightedness that can't compare to my brothers and sisters." I'll admit my mistake here, don't forgive me. ”

Huantong smiled.

Others took it as a joke and had no words.

Liangchen stared at Zero Eleven for a while, "Next time, Eleven, you can bring someone up." ”

Huantong paused slightly in the movement of holding the teacup, and continued to bow his head and taste the tea casually.

Zero Eleven said with a sigh: "I lead people, my strength is not comparable to others, and I can't command, if this makes the mechanical age into the top five, I will be sorry for the president's high hopes for me." ”

Liangchen Weiliang is a moody person, and what he thinks in his heart is probably only Huantong can understand a thing or two.

"Zero-five, zero-eight with him. Liangchen ignored Zero Eleven's words. "In the next game, the mechanical age can't be in the top five. ”

The other two had different expressions.

"Yes. ”

Zero Eleven quietly looked at Liangchen and was slightly cold, not understanding what this person was thinking.

Liangchen met his gaze slightly, and there was no fluctuation in his tone, but the eyes that looked at him were profound.

"Eleven, don't let me down. ”

Zero Eleven's heart sank, and he said with a smile on his face: "Try your best, try your best." ”

The good day is slightly cool, and there is no more to say.

"Zero Eight stays, and the others disperse. ”

Zero Eleven left the building and hurried away. Only a hundred meters out of the guild, a person walked out from the corner and bowed to him. "Lord Huantong, please. ”

Zero Eleven was silent for a few seconds as he stepped into the alley.

"Lead the way. ”

The guild match in the evening was the last game of the day, and they didn't know what the way to play or how to arrange the team at Nord Stream, so they didn't have a clue at the moment, so they simply left it behind for the time being and continued to take others to carry the materials for building the city.

"Ning Que, are you going?"

Ning Que waved his hand and refused their invitation. "There's an appointment. ”

"Oh~ what kind of candy girl, right?" The curse lord smiled ambiguously.

Next to the day is a day to lift the foot is a step, the curse master gasped, and roared in a broken voice: "Dry wool?"

One day is one day of displeasure, "Shut up." ”

glanced at Ning Que and shook his head to leave first.

Holding the wine with who coughed.

One day when I didn't have a good deal with Ning Que was when I heard that Ning Que was with a girl from their guild.

Everyone knows who this is for. After all, it is not good for two people to point fingers at their emotional affairs.

But one day is one day, and I think it's not right to be lacking, so in recent days, I have been cold to it, and it is not worth it to substitute sugar.

Recently, the lollipops have not been online, and there is only news of physical contact.

Ning Que smiled faintly and didn't care.

"I'll go first. ”

Waiting for the others to leave, the curse master lowered his feet and frowned slightly. "Sugar Candy really has a boyfriend?"

Holding the wine and who sighed, "Is this still fake?"

"What the hell is Ning Que thinking?" The curse lord doesn't understand it too well.

Who knows.

Night came quickly. After the Dark Age falls, players will have no daylight for a long time, and when it is six o'clock, the sky will be dyed with sunset, and it is still early at night.

Today, their world is cloudy and dark.

I don't see the sun or the blue sky all day long.

An hour before the start of the game, the various guilds received the message.

The new race will be a forest chase.

Number of players: 500.

The rule is simple, grab the flag.

The guild that snatches the flag first will get a ranking, and in the process of snatching, it can attack other guilds. But there is a difference, at the beginning there will be five factions, one faction and four guilds.

Factions are not fixed, and players in one faction cannot attack each other.

This avoids selfishness among guilds.

And in this game, the player is playing in full condition. No leveling, no equipment, no attribute reduction.

A forest chase just to grab the flag and fight each other. Whenever a guild grabs the flag, the faction will be changed, and after two minutes, the flag will be randomly refreshed, and everyone can continue to grab it.

This free two minutes allow for battles between factions. It is not possible to resurrect after death, and the reduction in the number of guilds is naturally beneficial to other guilds.

If a guild does not have a single player present, it is eliminated.

There is no time limit for the entire tournament to appear with only ten flags, which means that only ten guilds can earn points.

The rankings are based on the order of capture the flag.

"Five hundred..."

The distribution of occupations must be reasonable.

This battle is a real battle of skills between players. When it comes to rank, the guilds will definitely not send out warriors who are lower than others. Naturally, the equipment can't be bad, so everyone doesn't expect it to be much different.

The only big difference is technology.

Five hundred.

If the guilds want to get a ranking in this game, they have to send a strong lineup.

Thirty-five minutes later, the Mechanical Age team entered the playing field. The fear was that the guild game would be dark at night, and if it was night, it would be a problem for any guild.

When I came in, I found that the huge forest was still at dusk, but there was a thirty-minute countdown on the screen, and everyone didn't know why. As mentioned in the rules of the game, there is no time limit for this game, since there is no time limit, what is the 30 minutes of the display?

The Machine Age sent a strong lineup this time, with 200 mechanics, 50 warriors, 70 priests, 150 archers and magicians, and the remaining 30 were candidates for the thieves.

The thieves of the machine age are actually not just the hundreds of thieves in the thief group, how can Nord Stream let itself have a huge guild and a powerful harvesting profession only account for hundreds?

In fact, in addition to the thieves group, there are also many thieves among the elite members, and they are in the waiting position. It's just that he has talent, but because he doesn't meet the standard of micro-ink, he is not in the thief group.

The group was still pondering the map, and a magic array appeared around them, followed by the familiar crow emblem.

The gang were dressed in glittering gold gear, and they were all fresh faces, and among them were mechanic players.

The peacock frowned slightly.

These people are all five or two. Five legends, two sub-legends. Only a first-level guild can get a lineup, and a second-level guild can easily come out.

This guild is even more mysterious than their mechanical age.

"St. Fran's guild, there are mechanic players?"

Ning Meng was surprised.

Pocket watch bunny sits at the bar and looks up at the screen, mechanic player...

Each player in the game has their own choices, but many people are used to having robot badges around them.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

There are quite a few mechanics in the opposing lineup, about a hundred.

The peacock closed his gaze.

Tanuki and Shinosho were still watching them. At this time, the other two came to them one after another.

The Storm Guild of St. Fran and the Wings of the Lion.

Feng Qingtian led the team, and saw a light flashing in the eyes of the tanuki and others, and then his eyes fell on the lineup of the ice coffin fortress, and his eyes froze.

What a big deal.

I don't know if it's all or the tip of the iceberg.

The atmosphere is subtle.

The other factions were also randomly assigned the moment they entered the playing field.

"The slaughter of the city is not small. ”

The five hundred people are all legends, and the equipment of several players who take the lead has a looming beast-shaped pattern, which is the special effect that only hero equipment has.

Hero equipment.

Nowadays, there are a few pieces of legendary equipment in the top guilds, and the legendary equipment has not yet reached the point where players everywhere can wear it. It's just that these guilds, after all, are too powerful, and legendary equipment can no longer satisfy their ambitions for them.

The guild of Slaughter City is like telling all players in the prosperous world that no matter what, it is impossible for the Machine Age to win against them.

Even if it's on equipment.