Tsukumu quickly rushed in the direction of Shanhai Village, and at the same time, Zizhi had already found out the information about building the wall from his guild's database.

Zizhi: According to manual statistics, there is only one last number of deaths left for building walls. He...... Nothing will happen, right?

Zhumeng's heart instantly tightened, and his heart said, is it the last time?

Building Dreams: Building a wall, this stupid person, knows that he can't die anymore and takes the mobile team to find someone PK. In the last few days, the work that needs to be done to build a wall has been put on hold for the time being. Wait for the union to come up with a handling opinion, and then continue.

Zizhi: Okay.

It seems that Zhumeng is calmly making decisions, and in an instant he entered his identity as the vice president of the Purple Zhugong Guild, and took on the responsibility that he should bear.

In fact, in the heart of Zhumeng at the moment, it is like turning over the river and the sea, constantly setting off stormy waves.

In view of the fact that the life and death of the wall construction are now unknown, it is natural that any projects related to the construction of the wall be temporarily suspended. It doesn't matter if you actually die suddenly while playing the game, or if you have to respawn before you can continue playing the game after being rescued. The project for which the wall was built could not be continued in a short period of time.

It takes a certain amount of time, whether it is to bring the level of wall building back up, or to directly find someone else to replace the work of building the wall. And building dreams obviously also needs more time to arrange all this.

Since these problems cannot be solved in time, it is logical for Zhumeng to put them on hold for the time being.

What he was most concerned about at the moment was who the sacredness was, not only withstanding the attack of the Purple Building Union Mobile Regiment, but also killing the rotating elder of Zhuzhu.

Fortunately, there is still a purple string at the front line who has just been reborn. This may be the only "good news" that can barely make me happy when I am in a hurry.

Using the rapid teleportation of the witch array regardless of the cost, Zhumeng quickly rushed to the vicinity of Shanhai Village.

Because, the quarry where the conflict took place, is at the foot of the mountain at the very edge of the map. Therefore, it didn't take much effort to build the dream, and he rushed to the scene.

The ruins of the quarry at this moment are not only the image of a devastated ruin, but even give Tsukumu a feeling of being in a mess.

This feeling of mess is not reflected in the visual impact brought by the on-site environment.

If he insisted on building a dream to explain, maybe he would say that it was the sense of disobedience that had long been buried deep in his memory when he saw the Magi players who were mainly female players of the Purple Building Guild being chased and killed by NPC warriors who looked like wild boars.

Dream Tsunamu once again called out the Purple String's dialog and said in as fast a voice as possible, "Where are you now, why didn't I see you?" ”

Zixian heard the sound of building dreams, so he didn't answer at all, and directly pinched the seal with his hand, and continuously urged the thunder and lightning skills.

Riding on a huge crow, he soon saw the thunder and lightning that kept falling, and the thunder and lightning that had gathered on the ground and were about to become a huge football.

By the way, I also followed the position of the thunderball and saw the purple string whose blood volume was about to bottom out.

The heart of the dream was tightened again. He doesn't remember that this is the first time his heart has tightened after the accident in the construction of the wall.

He didn't know why his heart was so clenched so easily today. He was even more unclear about what kind of future this frequent tightening portented.

The crow that sat down quickly dropped in height, and Tsukumu joined the battle as fast as he thought he could.

With a long knife in his hand, he helped Purple String block the pursuit of an NPC warrior. Zhumeng asked Zixian in a low voice, "How can you be so embarrassed by such an NPC?" ”

Purple String screamed, dodging the attack from the other side, and reminded Tsukumu loudly: "It's just that NPCs naturally don't have anything to talk about, and there is a mysterious player here." ”

"Enigmatic players?" Tsukumu pondered the phrase for a moment, "What kind of mystery is it?" ”

Regardless of the consumption of internal energy, Zixian quickly sprinkled a whole circle of various crowd control skills around the two.

Seeing that there were no enemies around, Zixian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "In the entire union database, there is no record of this player, is this a mystery enough?" ”

"I'm going to contact the president and ask her to check the information of the brother union. I don't believe that there are masters in this game who fall from the sky out of thin air. "As a latecomer, Zhumeng obviously also has his own sense of superiority as the first in the world in the trade union.

Zixian, who is already about to be unable to protect himself, is obviously much more like a person than Zhumeng. She looked left and right vigilantly, and said to Zhumeng: "Another mystery is that he built the wall with full fire and killed the wall. However, I don't know what method he used. ”

The heart of the dream is tightened for the n+1st time. He knew very well how much Purple String and Wall, who were both Magi players, knew each other's professions.

Zixian knows the power of building walls, and knows even more deeply how difficult it is to build walls. What's more, if you understand the profession of building walls, you want to know the same purple strings as your underwear model, but you can't understand which trick you lost when you build walls.

Even if you put aside the case of building a wall, you can forcibly kill a super master at the elder level of the Purple Building Guild. What kind of master should this murderer be?

Thinking of this, I had always had a dream of "superiority of the conference", and suddenly realized that the matter in front of me did not seem to be so easy to solve.

Nervously clenched his fists, Zhumeng asked Zixian: "Where is that person now, I will go and meet him in person." ”

Purple String opened her mouth, as if she had a feeling of wanting to say something. At the end, she sighed and said, "If I knew where he was, why would I be so nervous about my defenses." You don't know it, he is so elusive that he killed more than 30 of us alone. ”

As soon as Zhumeng heard Zixian say this, he immediately judged that it was not a way to wait like this. He slashed diagonally with his long knife and repelled an NPC warrior.

Then, he stood in place and shouted: "I don't know which guild's master is here, I, the Purple Building Guild Dream, am willing to fight with you fairly." ”

"A fair fight?" Zhao Yuxin's voice came from afar, "I have an advantageous situation, why should I fight with you fairly?" ”

Hearing the voice of the enemy reduced the fear of the unknown in Tsukumu's heart by half. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he replied, "I think, you also know what level of guild our Purple Building Guild is. With the reputation of the guild as a guarantee, you fought a fair fight with me, you won, and I will grant you all your requests on behalf of the guild. If you lose, you will apologize and admit your mistake and compensate my guild brother for some medical expenses. I guess this should be a win-win solution, and you don't want to make things bigger and rise to guild level conflicts, right? ”