Controlling the monitor lizard all the way, although Zhang Dali was not attacked by other players for a while, it was not easy.

The race course is full of traps, and if you are not careful, you can get caught in quicksand, fall into a large pit, be stopped by an iron fence that suddenly bounces off the ground, or even be crushed into a mud by boulders rolling down a cliff.

Some of these traps only stop the player for a while, while others are deadly, and within three minutes of the start, Zhang Dali saw many contestants being sent out of the tournament due to negligence.

It's not about the strength and speed of the mounts, it's about the player's ability to observe and react.

In fact, most of the traps and traps are relatively obvious, for example, where there is quicksand, the color of the sand will usually be brighter, and the place where there are traps and props ambush is often significantly different from the surrounding environment, as for rolling stones, poison gas, lava or something, it is even more obvious, it depends on whether you can dodge it in time.

Zhang Dali deliberately slowed down the speed of his mount, in order to judge the various traps and traps he might encounter based on the actions of the player in front of him, so as to prepare in advance.

At the beginning, such a strategy was quite effective, but as he ran, Zhang Dali found that the players in front of him became scarce from many, and then slowly became a few sporadic ones, and these sporadic ones were not in a row with him, so he couldn't learn from the past at all.

Zhang Dali wanted to slow down again, but the players in front of him were really a little ahead.

Players who can survive from so many traps and traps and run so fast are obviously good, and they must all be familiar with the doorway of this race.

Since he can't learn from the suffering of others, and he can't slow down anymore, Zhang Dali can only be a model who takes the lead.

Due to his experience, when he first became the frontrunner, Zhang Dali avoided most of the traps and obstacles without danger, and occasionally negligently stepped on overly hidden mechanisms or something, which was not enough to kill, but only slowed down the pace slightly.

During the run, Zhang Dali had been observing the players running in front of him, and most of them had not distanced themselves from him, and even most of them were getting closer to him, which made some nervous hearts slow down slightly.

After running so carefully for a few minutes, Zhang Dali suddenly found that the edge of the competition field that he had not seen at a glance had actually appeared, although it was only the left-hand side, but Zhang Dali could see at a glance that the edge had a tendency to close.

Obviously, this means that the field of play is shrinking, which means that the end is getting closer and closer, and the players who are still on the field will be gathered into the narrowing field.

Zhang Dali's heart, which was originally relaxed, suddenly became nervous again.

After continuing to run for a distance, Zhang Dali found that he had seriously misjudged the situation.

He originally thought that his position was high enough, and there were less than ten players in front of him, and it was possible to surpass the aiming timing. But as the playing field closed, he noticed that players he hadn't seen before appeared in front of him, apparently players who were ahead of him.

Zhang Dali realized that his current position was a complete disadvantage, which made him dare not take it lightly.

What worries Zhang Dali is that the players' mounts are the same, and the fastest movement speed is the same, as long as the opponent does not make mistakes, it is impossible for him to get close to other players.

It is impossible to pin hope on the opponent's mistakes, and Zhang Dali, who was in a hurry in his heart, immediately started the idea of **.

Soon, Zhang Dali found his target.

It was a shooter player on his left who was galloping in on a monitor lizard, running slightly faster than him, just within flashing range.

"Classmate, do me a favor and give me a ride." Seeing that the shooter skillfully dodged a rolling log, Zhang Dali saw the time, and a flash escaped to his back and hugged his waist tightly.

"Damn, who are you!" The shooter player was startled by the sudden sound behind him, and quickly turned his head to look back and saw that there was an inexplicable person behind him, and his tense face immediately showed a panicked look.

Stretching out his hands to twist the shooter's face forward, Zhang Dali said very kindly: "Pay attention to the front, I'll pass by the soy sauce player, you continue to run yours." ”

"You're sick in the head, get out!" This is a race of racing, not a friendly race of friendship first and harmony first, a competitor runs to his mount and treats him as a hitchhiker driver, and the shooter player is furious in his heart, and he stabs his elbow back violently and wants to stab Zhang Dali off the mount.

"Don't be embarrassed, believe it or not, I'll blow your head in minutes, shut up if you want to live." Waving his wand and giving the shooter a magic missile, Zhang Dali threatened very unceremoniously. If it weren't for the fact that this shooter was an old driver and a little skilled, he would have killed people and grabbed mounts a long time ago.

"Brother, I was wrong, you can do it yourself." Zhang Dali's magic missile is not a vegetarian, and the shooter was shocked when he saw that he had directly lost more than a third of his blood, how dare he say more.

"That's right, thank you." The fist is very easy to speak, seeing that this shooter is so knowledgeable, Zhang Dali also politely thanked him.

The archer didn't dare to say anything more, so he had to focus on the terrain in front of him, directing the monitor lizard to dodge one trap and obstacle after another.

Seeing that he couldn't find a new springboard for a while, Zhang Dali grabbed the shooter's shoulder and stood up, and took command with a high and far-sighted view.

One person reconnoitred, and one person manipulated the mount to reconnoiter by the way, and the cooperation between the two was unexpectedly good, and they ran for a while, but they were not stopped by a trap and obstacles.

"Big brother, it's good for us to cooperate like this, or we will cooperate to the finish line like this." The shooter didn't expect that there would be more people running more smoothly, and the anger in his heart suddenly turned into joy, seeing that he was about to catch up with the players in front of him, who were not likely to catch up with much, he turned his head to Zhang Dali very excitedly and said.

"No, see you again." Zhang Dali, who had been cooling down for some time, also happened to aim at the warrior player in front of him at this time, and saw that the distance between himself and the warrior player had narrowed to the flash range, so he immediately used the flash and escaped behind the warrior player.

"Classmate, help ......" patted the soldier's shoulder, and Zhang Dali, who wanted to say hello in a friendly manner, was just halfway through his words, but found that the frightened face that turned around was very familiar, and it was actually glorious and ruthless.

"Io, get down!" The left hand on the back of Glory Ruthless quickly pushed to the right, and Zhang Dali cleanly pushed the unsuspecting Glory Ruthless off the monitor lizard's back.

"You-Mom, Lao Tzu and you don't share the sky!" Before Glory Ruthless could see who the person behind him was, he was lifted off the monitor lizard by Zhang Dali, watching the monitor lizard run wildly, and the glory who was sitting in the sand was ruthless, and roared hoarsely at Zhang Dali's back.

"Good boy, it's so brutal, but I'm glad I wasn't taken down." The shooter who followed behind the Glory Ruthless mount was surprised and glad to see Zhang Dali mercilessly slam the Glory to the ground mercilessly.