Until the great merchant appeared outside the altar of Resurrection of Ru Goin, he was still a little stunned. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Why did I die?"

Then there was a burst of angry jumping foot scolding, and he hurriedly contacted his subordinates who were still on the scene to suppress those hired players who intended to rob the wealth, but the screams he heard from the communicator one after another, and the gradually more figures around him, made his face more and more gray.

"It's over, it's over, it's all over!"

The big merchant said a little miserably, the deputy he appointed, the one with the highest level among all the players, was actually killed very easily, and he didn't see the attacker from beginning to end, based on the situation at the scene and what happened before, he immediately reacted that he was yin.

"That liar!"

The big businessman hated the root of his teeth when he thought of the culprit who killed him, and thought about it carefully, there must be that person involved in this matter, and he cursed him more than ten times in his mind, but gradually the color of flesh pain welled up on his cheeks, and the low-hanging fruit was simply lost, which made him very depressed, but because he could get a lot of liquidated damages afterwards, his face was a little better, and now he hoped that those players could be more crazy, so that he could make a lot of money through liquidated damages.

Thinking of this, the big businessman's face changed a little better, and he randomly notified his subordinates to vigorously encourage the hired players to compete for wealth.

"What a bunch of stupid guys!"

The big businessman sneered: "This is obviously a game set up by someone, since you are insatiable, then you must pay the price, there is no free lunch in this world!" ”

……

With the sudden death of the big businessman, with the sudden awakening of that wave of players, there was an internal commotion on the side of the hired players in a short period of time, and the subordinates of the big businessman wanted to suppress it, but they were surrounded by a group of excited players, or rather, besieged by the players who were carried away by interests, and then threw themselves into a steady stream of treasure hunting armies.

Seeing the menacing group of players, after a brief panic, the members of the camel team immediately followed the instructions of the old city lord, drew their personal daggers, and stabbed the camel beside them.

Although I cherish these screaming camels and the valuables on the hump, in the face of death, all this is in vain, so the old city lord's subordinates are more ruthless than the other.

At this time, the camel bell lost its leisurely timbre and turned into a rapid chaotic sound.

Stimulated by the severe pain, camels spread their hooves and ran wildly, for fear of having another dagger on their bodies.

The caravan led by the old lord fell apart in an instant, and he immediately ordered everyone to mount and join the caravan of Bandel.

So, before the first wave of the mercenaries could reach the caravan, the caravan members slipped away, leaving behind the scurrying camels and the riches on the camels.

A player quickly threw down a camel, and before he could open the package and check the loot, he was beheaded by the player who arrived later, and then a skirmish ensued, and everyone fought so well that they didn't even look at the loot, and several died.

I don't know who lost his hand, and slashed at the bulging cloth bag, and all the people who fought for it couldn't help but look at the things exposed in the cloth bag.

A wad of hay!

This is not surprising, no matter how soft the cloth bag is, it will cause friction on the goods, so it is very common to add some hay to prevent wear and tear.

But the hay was laid out in such a haphazard manner that even a small caravan would not have done it, and if the hay was mixed with hard grass branches and scratched the precious porcelain, it would be a good thing to do.

Therefore, the players who were still fighting each other for life and death a second ago put down their swords at this moment, rushed forward and turned over the hay.

The hard truth is that there are other things in the hay, but if a small stool that is about to be scrapped is of some use, what about the sack full of stones everywhere?

A slightly dazed cry rang out, nothing more than "Where is my treasure?" "Why is it all garbage?" "Give me back the treasure!" and so on, incapable of complaining and disease-free**.

But just then, a guiding light suddenly appeared.

I saw a jubilant player standing at the edge of the mercenary army, who pointed in the direction in which the old city lord and the others had retreated, and exclaimed, "Look there! Look there! There was also a caravan there, and it seemed that all the treasure had been transferred there! ”

This person's voice is not loud, but the sudden appearance of a life-saving straw in a desperate situation, how can this exciting news not spread ten or ten hundreds?

Immediately, the mercenaries gave up chasing the Wailing Caravan, which apparently had no oil or water, and instead ran quickly in the direction of the old city lord, as eager as a hungry man to see food.

However, no one noticed that the player who had discovered this exciting scene had not run many meters with the crowd and disappeared without a trace.

A player lies behind a slightly raised knoll, their body completely obscured from any of the hired players. This man was the same player who had been reprimanded by the Great Merchant and later slain with a sword that had provoked a plundering frenzy, and he was now comfortably saying into the communicator, "My mission has been successfully completed, what do I need to do now?" ”

A thin film visible to the naked eye gradually wriggled downward from the player's face and finally converged on his left hand, forming a woman's head.

Stretched out his hand and rubbed his cheeks, secretly saying that this thousand noodles are still real and easy to use, and then he heard Zhao Huangqi's voice: "Liangpi!" I guess there's something wrong with Windblown Sand City, so you better get there as soon as possible, don't be desperate, be sure to act at the right time! ”

"Amhal?"

Wu Liang raised his eyebrows, he wanted to refuse Zhao Huangqi's proposal, but after thinking about it, he still said "yes", then slowly got up, summoned the bone spirit dragon horse, made a big circle, avoided everyone's sight, and rushed towards Fengsha City.

At this time, the messenger of the god of the desert that he had forgotten in the storage ring gradually became bright.

……

Because the neutral forces in Stormsand City were some distance away from the camel caravan protected by Bandle, the players who also targeted this place were almost on the same starting line as the people from Stormsand.

However, compared to the leaders with deep pockets, the players are much shabby. Four legs are better than two, and this makes real sense at this point.

The aborigines of Wind and Sand City who rode horses and galloped, showed a look of disdain when they saw the menacing players, when Amhal decided to expel all the players in Wind and Sand City, they raised their hands in favor, and the rice bowl was not enough, and a large number of food grabbers directly touched their bottom line.

But what those players are doing now has made them even more angry.

The wealth is ours! How can you, lowly otherworldly, be qualified to rob what belongs to us?

These people seem to have forgotten that they are here to rob others of what belongs to them, and all that is left is to forcibly suppress their anger.

The bigwigs behind him didn't speak, and if they acted without permission, they would definitely die.

They didn't have to wait long before a trigger was pulled, and a crossbow bolt burst through the air, not killing a single player on the spot.

Immediately, everyone's eyes hit the aboriginal with the crossbow gun, and the latter looked panicked at the moment, waving his hand again and again, indicating that he did not do it himself, but his defense was weak, so the eyes of these aborigines gradually changed to look at the dead.

Dare to do it without an order, it's tired and crooked!

The well-disciplined aborigines of Wind and Sand City did not mess up because of a single disobedience, but the group of players on which side suddenly exploded!

The player who had been shot with an arrow immediately pointed at the people of Wind and Sand City who were in the lead and shouted, "They want to rob us of our goods!" We must not let them succeed, otherwise our liquidated damages will not be settled! ”

This player's original intention was to let others vent his anger, but his thinking was more thorough, and he pointed out the most fundamental point in one sentence.

The goods were robbed by the aborigines, should they be allowed to drink the northwest wind?

Now the vast majority of hired players are suspected of default, if there is no gain, then there is only a result of losing the wife and losing the army.

Therefore, when the top of the neutral faction was still hesitant to solve the player's problems first, these hired players directly pointed the finger at them.

A large-scale chaotic battle is about to unfold.