The stone door didn't close quickly, but it was tall and heavy, but it gave people an unstoppable feeling.

Roger shouted, and his body scurried in that direction.

"Hold on, don't let that door close!"

The mercenaries closest to the gate reacted, hurriedly ran over, and pressed hard against the stone gate.

Although everyone no longer intends to go back, not wanting to go and having no way out are two different concepts. If you can leave a way out, even if there are terrible gold eaters guarding the way, it is better than nothing.

There were four mercenaries who ran over, all of whom were the strength of bronze fighters. The two of them were in charge of a door, and they used all their strength to compete with the mechanism behind the stone door.

However, the results of the competition are obvious. The other mercenaries who were farther away could see that the speed at which the stone door closed was the same as before.

Soon, other mercenaries who were relatively close were about to arrive, and at this moment, only to hear a gust of wind, a figure overtook the mercenaries who rushed over, and arrived under the stone gate first.

It's Roger!

"Drink!"

The person in charge of the Dark Alliance let out a loud shout, and pressed his hands violently on a huge door panel on the left, and with a force, the stone door that slowly but firmly wanted to close finally stopped under the strength of the Golden Fighter level.

"Leave it to me here, you go over there!"

Roger reinforced, and a golden glow emanated from the surface of his body.

The stone door creaked, and he was pushed backwards by himself.

When the two bronze fighters saw this, they immediately let go of their hands and turned to another stone door.

And the mercenaries, who arrived a step late, also joined in.

The strength of the Golden Fighter was clearly revealed at this moment.

The two huge stone doors that were also about to close, with Roger a golden fighter on one side and a dozen bronze fighters on the other, the difference in numbers was huge.

However, under Roger's full force, the stone door on the left was slowly pushed back. On the other hand, a dozen bronze fighters used all their strength to eat, but they could only slightly slow down the speed at which the gate closed.

Eusebio watched from a short distance, and did not mean to reach out to help, but sighed.

"Lord Roger, forget it."

The surrounding mercenaries were stunned when they heard this, and Roger also made a move, shouting and asking, "Why?" ”

"Do you want to stand here all the time against the gate and be a door god?"

Eusebio's rhetorical question left Roger speechless.

With a fierce force, he pushed the huge stone door back a few steps, then turned around and walked back with a stinking face.

Eusebio is right, although there are hundreds or thousands of mercenaries here, the high-end combat power of gold-level powerhouses cannot tolerate such waste.

The bronze fighters on the other side listened to their conversation in their ears, and they were already working hard, so they naturally let go quickly.

Compared to Roger, they are of course the type that can be wasted casually. It's just that their strength is low, and they can't hold on for long, and there is no point in sacrificing them.

The two huge stone doors did not have as much emotion as theirs, but they closed slowly but unstoppably according to their predetermined trajectory.

Seeing that the stone gate was about to close completely, Escobar, who had been standing by and watching, suddenly turned his head sharply, his eyes like lightning, and looked to his right.

It seemed like a coincidence, and as if he had expected it earlier, Long Aotian took a step forward diagonally at this time.

"Huh?"

Escobar was surprised that his already gaining momentum was almost interrupted.

Long Aotian's step across seems casual and has nothing special about it. But in Escobar's eyes, it was like a spike erected on the originally intended route, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

It's just that the arrow is on the bow and has to be sent. Long Aotian took a step, intentionally or unintentionally, and made Escobar instinctively change direction and goal.

The nearby mercenaries only felt that there was no longer Escobar's figure in place. When he reappeared, the leader of the Tomahawk Mercenary Regiment was already standing next to a silver fighter.

I saw his right hand poking out, shaped like an eagle's claw, and grabbed the shoulder of the silver fighter with lightning speed.

The silver fighter didn't have time to react, he only felt a numbness in his body, and then the whole person somehow flew up, and when he landed on the ground with a bang, he had already landed outside the stone gate that was closing.

"No ......"

The Silver Fighter screamed in a terrible manner, and the golden fighting energy that Escobar had sent into his body was still wandering around, making him unable to move. Before he could recover, the two huge stone doors had slammed shut.

"Let's see if we can push the door open from the outside. Remember to do your best, if you don't want to die. ”

Before the massive stone door closed completely, the slightly mocking voice of the initiator, Escobar, was like a sharp knife that pierced the ear of the Silver Fighter and into his heart.

"Why?"

More than a dozen mercenaries gathered around Escobar, looking sad and angry.

The Silver Fighter, who was isolated from the hall by the stone gate, was the leader of a small mercenary group. After being poisoned by Escobar for no reason, or in front of thousands of mercenaries, his members were both shocked and angry, and naturally wanted to come forward to ask for an explanation.

"Wasn't we discussing just now, I wonder if the stone door can be pushed open from the outside? At present, there is only one opportunity, of course, we must seize it tightly, and we cannot let it go easily. ”

Escobar's face did not change, and he did not panic when he was surrounded. The Tomahawk mercenary group quickly followed, rudely pushing the small mercenary group member away.

Although those members were angry, they could not erase the gap in strength, so they could only be pushed back again and again, still questioning in their mouths.

"Why is it our regimental commander, there are thousands of mercenaries here, why is it our regimental commander?"

Escobar was very patient and patient.

"You have also seen the scene just now, the bronze fighter may not be able to help this gate, and I can't catch the gold fighter, so I can only choose the silver fighter."

This explanation is not like an explanation, but more like a kind of ridicule, and naturally it is impossible to let those members of the group feel relieved. In fact, unless the silver fighter can come back safely, any explanation, the members of the group will not be satisfied.

"But ......"

Escobar's face was like a June day, and he said that he would change.

"It's nothing, it's not your regiment commander who is going, then you should tell me, there are hundreds of mercenaries here, who should go?"

The members of the group were all speechless and speechless.

Not to mention the domineering of Escobar and the Tomahawk mercenary group, the small mercenary group that is almost at the bottom has now lost its core leader, who do they dare to point to, and who can they offend?

Who should go? It was a question that the members of the group could not answer.

Eusebio frowned and looked at it, and slowly spoke: "Captain Escobar, there's no need!" ”

Escobar still didn't care.

"You have to try, there aren't many opportunities like this. And who can guarantee that the gate that the magic array over there has not yet been cracked will be completely closed without waiting for us to pass. ”

Originally, the mercenaries were a little emotional, and they couldn't help but feel nervous when they heard the words.

This is not entirely impossible!

Eusebio shook his head and stopped talking.

Seeing that the members of the small mercenary group had given up their theories with Escobar, they ran to the gate, shouting the name of the silver fighter while making a futile effort against the huge stone gate.

In a few words, if their regiment commander could push open the door, he would have already broken in. There has been no movement yet, and the result is already obvious.

This result was not unexpected, and everyone saw the scene of Roger and a dozen bronze mercenaries pushing the stone gate just now. With just a silver fighter, how can he create miracles.

Escobar's so-called attempt was just a try.

Escobar, who was ruthless, didn't care about the fearful or frightened eyes of the mercenaries around him, his eyes swept in the direction of the Spirit Fox mercenary group, and turned to walk away.

Franco's body was cold, but there seemed to be boundless anger burning in his heart.

Franco also saw the scene just now. Long Aotian's stride, he couldn't understand the mystery. But he knew very well that if he hadn't taken this step, he would be the one outside the stone gate now, Franco!

Franco gritted his teeth and silently recited two names in his heart.

Escobar!

Tomahawk Mercenary Regiment!