The Budget Tournament for Honor is in full swing in Europa, with dozens of Warriors heading to Shabak City every day, and participants from all over the world who come to participate in the tournament are also gathered here.

In addition to a few hooligans, there are also many small countries that have also received invitations, and the number of these participating teams is as large as nearly a hundred, and as few as a dozen, and the Europa Empire does not even bother to arrange a place to stay, but each person receives five gold coins per day from the competition committee by virtue of the qualification of the contestants.

But with the soaring prices in Shabak City, the five gold coins are running out, and these people basically deposit their valuables in their home countries before setting off to prevent accidents on the road and suffer heavy losses, and now they have to participate in underground rings to earn living expenses.

Some time ago, the winner of the underground ring was almost surrounded by the Mao Federation, and the betting market was a white flag, but fortunately, the new Huaxia people who arrived later held their own identity and did not get involved in this kind of unofficial organization of gladiatorial fighting, which made the underground forces in Shabak City breathe a sigh of relief, otherwise they really don't know how to arrange the odds.

The teams of the Afrika League are also trying to enter the competition these days, and these black buddies who are not very confident want to test the water in advance to see what the strength of the contestants is.

The Afrikans, who were only slightly better off than the American imperialist players, had only established several independent city-states near the southern east coast of the Black Continent under the resources of New Huaxia, and were at risk of being destroyed by the Fear of Death every day.

The Loess Navy's naval fleet once shelled an army of Death-Dreads along the coastline, only to be routed by an even more intense magical bombardment, losing one-fifth of the battle before leaving the enemy's strike range, and since then the Navy has rarely intervened directly with the Dreads.

The navy has been bullied so badly, and the Afrikans on land, as well as the Xinhua combat experts who support them, are naturally living even worse.

This time, the Africans sent five teams, a total of 1,500 men, out of a force of 300 men, and in the end there were less than 150 people who managed to cross the strait and reach the Old World.

They are almost completely behind the players in other regions in terms of equipment, and if it weren't for the various industrialized equipment in the Loess Region that fully armed the Africans, they would not even be able to achieve the level of one armor per capita, let alone magic equipment.

No matter how miserable the aboriginal forces of other continents are, they also exist in the form of the least number of countries and the alliance of city-states, even in the New World, although the American imperialists are miserable, but the regime established by the Witch King can also be planned into human civilization, except for the black land, which is a dead land.

When they first entered the game, the Afrikan players were directly blinded, and most of the indigenous forces in the entire black land existed in the form of nomadic tribes, rushing from one oasis to another in the endless desert, and the fire of civilization was almost on the verge of extinguishing.

The aboriginal forces struggled to survive in the cracks of the dreaders, and only the coastal areas had real cities and federations, but they were pitifully small in size compared to the Old World.

At that time, the Africans didn't know that many of these cities were controlled by legendary witches, and many cities were destroyed in the previous period of psionic tide.

Fortunately, the Fear of the Dead does not like humans to disturb their slumber, and they are also jealous of Chaos, and the Chaos Gate caused by the Legendary Witch's self-explosion has not yet had its true effect, and has been flattened by the waves of the Fear of the Dead.

The only purpose of the Death-Dreadden Lords seems to be to keep the entire black earth in a state of silence, and they usually sleep in their tombs like closed machines, awakening to hunt if disturbed or when they find signs of a large number of life activities.

The Dreadnore's forces are mostly made up of the remains of dead creatures, and the Dread's special powers make the bones that litter the Desert of Death rise up again and become terrifying killing machines, supplemented by a large number of activation elements.

The life of the Afrikan players is indeed hard, they can find their own leader in the combat field, but they can't find many teachers who are engaged in the enchantment craft, so that the enchanting equipment in the entire black land is pitiful.

Even, in the battle with the Dreads, the Afrikan players do not gain much material other than experience, and when the Dreads' forces are destroyed, all that is left is dry bones and sand.

This Afrigian-African Union team currently achieves one magic equipment per capita, and the rest of the equipment is a big road goods up and down the assembly line in the Loess District.

When they first came to power, the EU people around them started to heckle and shout for the poor devil to get out, but it only took twenty seconds for the African-African warrior to beat the local tyrant warrior on the opposite side to the ground.

Not only did he win a sum of money, but he also snatched his opponent's enchanted weapon, which is a rule in the ring, the winner takes all and can take any item from the loser.

Since then, African-African people have fallen in love with the sport, and so far, two of the stronger African-African warriors have changed their outfits from start to finish.

Of course, they also lost three companions, and the EU people are not stupid, the masters among them are not weaker than others in combat skills, and the opponents who can be bullied by virtue of their equipment advantages have no power to fight back, and the three people who died in battle were sent away because they didn't have time to surrender.

Xu Yichen has been watching the game for several days, no one wants him to play, and no one dares to fight him, although many people covet Xu Yichen's equipment, but his deterrent power is too great.

Vladimir has recently mixed in the circle of new Chinese people, and has a very good relationship with Ma Chao, who is contacting the organizers of the underground ring and proposing a one-on-twenty competition system, trying to fool the other party.

Secretly, the official organizers of the EU are really tempted, they want to make up twenty elite players, and directly do Xu Yichen in the ring so that he has no chance to participate in the Glory Battle Soul main event, the reason why they are hesitant is mainly because they are not confident that the twenty people will win.

Ma Chao raised the price to thirty people, but still did not impress the other party, and Vladimir was giving the other party ideas.

"How about letting Xu not wear armor?" Vladimir had seen Xu Yichen's defensive power, and the deterrent effect of that armor might be greater than its practicality.

Ma Chao's eyes lit up, and he turned his head to communicate with Xu Yichen, but the four EU players in black armor suddenly separated from the surrounding audience and walked over.

"Your Excellency Xu Yichen?" The leader asked, "We have a player who wants to fight you, and each of them is betting on a piece of legendary equipment." ”