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The sky was gloomy, the wind was howling, the thunder was roaring, and the lightning tore through the black clouds, piercing the sky, and turning into silver snakes dancing in the sky. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the ground, there is an endless black and gray desert, and the terrain of the desert is very flat, but there is a slight slope from west to east.

At this time, there were two armies in a neat arrangement facing each other under the storm and dark clouds, and at a glance there was almost no edge in sight.

There are more than a thousand soldiers, and there is no edge. There are more than 10,000 soldiers, and there is no along!

As soon as they entered the death mode copy, what was placed in front of Ye Zhen and the others was nothing else, but the two armies like swarms of ants were beating drums, and it seemed that the battle was about to break out, and the two armies were about to fight.

The black clouds pressed the army, and in the camps of both sides, the powerful sound of the golden drum beat pierced through the sky and reached the nine heavens.

System: The countdown to the quest begins, with 4 hours and 59 minutes remaining, please expel all the undead soldiers within the time limit.

When the system prompt came, Ye Zhen and the others couldn't help but be dazed for a while, looking at the boundless black pressure army in front of them, the only thought they could rise up was that there were many people!

"It seems that we guessed correctly, there are really 10 times more soldiers in Death Mode than in Hero Mode, and the total number of these armies in front of us is only less than 200,000..." ”

Because this desert presents a slope of about 5 degrees, the terrain where Ye Zhen and the others are standing is slightly higher than the position of the soldiers in front, and the perspective is very wide, so they can almost catch the black and oppressive army in front of them.

There were as many as 200,000 undead soldiers, each of whom stood upright like a javelin, and the formation was neatly arranged.

Moreover, these undead soldiers, all of them have a solemn expression, and they all have a killing momentum that can only be honed on the battlefield, compared to the formation that those so-called guilds say every time, it is simply a heaven and an underground.

Not only that, but the weapons and equipment of the 100,000 soldiers on each side are almost identical, either black armor or vast yellow armor, as if 100,000 people were cloned based on one person.

On the entire battlefield, the army of 200,000 can also be regarded as two giants fighting against each other, a black-armored giant and a yellow-armored giant!

For this alone, the players in the guild camp who are uneven and dressed casually can't catch up with these NPC armies.

A real soldier is made of iron and blood and the fire of war, and its essence can never be obtained by imitation.

"Looking at this formation, I'm afraid there are really 200,000 people... Wait, let me do the math first... We were 100 regimental members, and the enemy was 200,000. That is, each of us kills an average of 2,000 undead soldiers. "Brother Cannon pinched his fingers and calculated;" Five hours, that's 300 minutes, that's 18,000 seconds -- 18,000 seconds divided by 2,000 people equals 9 seconds per person -- that is, each of us, on average, has to kill an undead soldier every 9 seconds, without any accidents or interruptions. Holy! This still doesn't let people live! ”

Although his math was taught by his physical education teacher when he was a child, after a few minutes of finger breaking, he still reluctantly calculated this compound arithmetic accurately.

"2,000 per person, an average of one every 9 seconds..."

Everyone chewed on these words, and they all felt a bitterness rush through their throats, and they opened their mouths to speak, but they didn't know what to say.

You must know that almost all of the members of the Wasteland Reclamation Group present have played the three levels of dungeons of Normal, Elite and Hero Mode.

They all know very well that the increase in the difficulty of the dungeon is not only a 10-fold increase in the number, but even the strength of these undead soldiers will also increase in turn with the increase in the difficulty of the dungeon.

Although it is not the kind that increases exponentially, the soldiers in Death Mode will definitely be much stronger than those in Hero Mode.

This can be seen from the bright weapons in the hands of these soldiers and the black and shiny armor on their bodies.

In Hero Mode, the HP of ordinary soldiers is around 10,000, and even if they are first-class masters, they will have to solve at least a dozen hits.

In Death Mode, the Soldier's HP will definitely be exceeded, and in this case, it is extremely difficult to kill an undead soldier in 9 seconds.

"Sister Yue, what should we do now?" Brother Cannon stared at the falling moon with a sad brow, looking like he didn't know where to go.

In the three dungeons below Death Mode, he could be calm and resolute, however, when facing a full army of 200,000 well-trained undead, Brother Cannon was a little overwhelmed.

"Don't worry, we can't act rashly, so as not to fall into a siege, let's see the situation first." Gazing at the black pressure army arranging troops under the black clouds, even the falling moon couldn't help but be slightly moved. "Of course, if anyone in the group has a better way, please feel free to bring it up and discuss it with everyone - this is a wasteland, you can tell any strange ideas, and no one knows if it will work if you don't try it..."

The Falling Moon Moth swept his eyebrows lightly, blinking his crystal eyes and said.

However, this sentence seemed to be said to the members of the entire team, but her eyes stayed on Ye Zhen.

I don't know if it's because of the last copy of the Valley of the Night, Falling Moon can't help but think that Leaf Scar knows more than they do, and it's more than a little bit more.

"Ahem... President Luoyue is right, we can't be reckless, it's better to brake quietly. However, Ye Zhen did not put forward any opinions on the construction surname, but only nodded in agreement.

It's not that Ye Zhen is hiding his secrets, but he hasn't figured out the situation yet, if he just starts to act, once he is surrounded by the boundless hundreds of thousands of troops, not to mention that he Ye Zhen can fly the eaves and walk the wall, even if he learns the skills of the old man of the land, I am afraid that he will be dug up alive by hundreds of thousands of troops.

"Since even Traceless said so, let's take a look at the situation before making a decision." Hearing this, Luoyue glanced at Ye Scar with some disappointment.

"President Falling Moon, please wait a minute, I see that President Streamer has been smiling and groaning since he entered the dungeon, as if he had already made up his mind." It was Ye Zhen, but at this time, his mind was not at all on the bright and moving falling moon, but staring at the suspicious streamer. "I wonder if President Streamer has any tricks for this situation?"

As soon as Ye Zhen's words came out, not only Luoyue and Brother Cannon were surprised, but even the other members of the Wasteland Reclamation Group were also confused, and they were greatly puzzled by the abnormality of the two of them one after the other.

Whether it was the conflict and contradiction in the Valley of the Night, or the real sword and gun in the city battle, almost all the sword and rose masters who were able to enter this wasteland group would have heard of it, and naturally they were very aware of the feud between Leaf Scar and Streamer.

However, today's sun seems to have come out of the west, and these two old enemies, who have always looked at each other wrongly, are actually praising each other vigorously.

Moreover, the words of the two of them are almost not words hidden in laughter, but sincere words, and everyone can't help but be very curious, which one is this play?

(To be continued)