"Vladimir, have you heard, we're going to raid the Winter Palace?" A furry Federation player in armor with two plate axes pinned to his waist crouched next to the fire pit while rubbing his hands together while baking the fire.

His name was Mikhail Jakokidze, a Kislev guard, and he had black hair, a lush beard and hair that were almost joined together, and his entire face seemed to be hidden behind the hair, which made one worry that the campfire in the pit would set him on fire.

"Yes, Mikhail, we're going to raid the Winter Palace." Vladimir leaned on his giant bear companion and covered his face with a fur hat to protect himself from the cold wind: "What a damn game, we have to fight another civil war to regain our core territory." ”

"No way, the character of the aboriginal ruler on our side is really similar to the female tsar in history." Mikhail stretched out his hand and pulled out a few tubers from the fire, and he didn't feel the licking of the tongue of fire: "Those Tsars of the New China are easier to talk to, and they actually gave up their positions so easily." ”

"What are we waiting here for?" A tall player suddenly stood up in the snowdrift, shaking his head and looking for vodka: "Is there any more wine?" I've got to drink some more! ”

"Without Yuri, there's no mouthful!" Mikhail shouted dissatisfiedly: "You've drunk it all!" That's three days of reserves! ”

Yuri took two steps back in a daze, sat on the ground with a clang, and a carriage half-buried by the snow was leaned out more than half a meter away by the half-giant Yuri, and Yuri seemed to feel nothing, twisted his huge body and found a comfortable position and fell asleep again.

"Hey! Yuri! Don't sleep, let's light the fire again! Mikhail threw a roasted potato over, and Yuri lazily flicked it with his little finger, and the fire in the pit swelled again.

"Don't bother him, Mikhail, Yuri has his own troubles." A female ranger in a dark cloak fell silently from the trunk of a tree, leaving no footprints in the snow.

"Zhuoya, did you find anything?" Vladimir's voice came out behind the hat, their five-person team, members from all over the world, there are many such teams, they don't have time to gather the people who participated in the Glory Soul Contest first and then set off like the New Huaxia people, they can only set off first and then converge.

And these people are not just here to participate in that shitty Glory Soul Competition, but also to completely solve the current chaotic situation in the Kingdom of Kislev.

After they meet, they will secretly infiltrate the capital of the Kingdom of Kislev, storm the Winter Palace where the Tsaress live, kill all the bastards who refuse to give in, and end the civil war.

Maybe they'll all die halfway, but who cares, they can be resurrected anyway, and if they don't succeed this time, then try again, and even if they don't, they can mobilize more players.

The Maoists are fed up with this situation, they are now going to put an end to it completely, there is nothing to prevent the unification of the country, even the legendary powerhouse will surely succumb to the power of the people!

"I didn't see anyone, maybe they were late, maybe we were getting inaccurate information." Zoya sat down next to the campfire and snatched the baked potatoes from Mikhail's hands amid his disgruntled complaints: "The snow is so great that even I can't go too far, it's too easy to get lost." ”

"It's okay, let's keep waiting, no matter what, at least the potatoes are enough." Vladimir's voice sounded like he was going to fall asleep.

The only player who didn't speak was called Karamerza, a Tatar, a player who walked on the path of Juggernaut, which is not uncommon in the bitter cold land of Kislev, but there are very few players who choose this path.

They die too easily.

Literally, Juggernaut can't wear armor like a warrior monk, a warrior monk more or less has the skills and talents to reduce damage, increase defense, and heal himself, while Juggernaut has embarked on the path of pursuing the ultimate lethality.

Penance is their daily routine, and most of the Jugners are silent, which is very much in line with Karamrza's character, Vladimir and they have never heard this companion say a few words, and even introduce himself only briefly by name and occupation.

"Someone's coming." The Sword Master, whose hair was tied into a ponytail, suddenly opened his eyes, and the mysterious qi energy instantly shook away the snow on Karamerza's body, and a black scimitar was held by the Sword Master in his hand.

The Juggernaut profession originated in the Loess Region, but as it spread around the world, the Juggernaut inheritance refers more to the inheritance of will and spirit than to weapons.

Outside the Loess Region, most of the Juggernauts do not use swords as their own weapons, Karamerza's scimitar is quite reliable, if it is the well-informed white wolf Aragorn here, he will definitely tell you that the Juggernaut with a war hammer is the real Sao.

With Juggernaut's reminder, soon a group of seven burly players in black cloaks appeared in front of them.

The player in the lead took off his hood, revealing his face with scales underneath, and greeted Vladimir and his party with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth: "We have been ordered to come to the rendezvous, and from now on we will obey the command of Captain Vladimir!" ”

"It can't be! I just checked that direction! Zhuoya asked a little embarrassed, "How did you come here?" ”

"Teleportation, ma'am, we're from hell." The black-robed player led by him unfastened his cloak, revealing a strong body hidden under the cloak, as well as thick cuticle skin, and two miniature versions of small wings on the back.

"So, that rumor is true?" Mikhail stepped forward very familiarly, wanting to stroke the pair of small wings with his fingers, but was dodged by the other party: "We really mastered the passage to the lower plane, and sent players down to help the devil fight a bloody battle?" ”

"It's true, we have more than a hundred thousand people down there." The Hell player was a little uncomfortable with the wind and snow on the ground, and wrapped his cloak tightly again.

"Damn, how do they select people? I wasn't selected? Mikhail complained dissatisfiedly, and Yuri was used to it, after all, he had seen the real devil in reality.

"We're transferred from the establishment, comrade, if you don't mind, we want to sit by the fire and talk, we haven't adapted to the low temperature above, it's always hot down there." Devil players are more polite than other Maozi players, giving the illusion that they have become gentlemen after going to hell for further training.

Of course, in reality, the devil is always polite, and the hairy people drink all the alcoholic stuff in hell.