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In the entire world of gods and ghosts, there are not many things that can be called treasures, and the Golden Book of the Sun and the Bible of the Dead are definitely among the best.

Therefore, when he saw Catwoman and her party, Wu Ming knew that the people who grabbed food were coming.

It's just that before Wu Ming and Catwoman's team could meet, a rocket falling from the sky was the first to break the silence.

... Rumble...

Under the observation of Eagle Eye, the hovercraft more than ten miles away was directly hit into a fireball.

At the critical moment, the members of the hometown team on the hovercraft escaped the explosion range first, and then a helicopter gunship descended into the clouds.

This is a Black Hawk helicopter, although there is no indication on it, Wu Ming is sure that it is owned by the white team.

As for why it can be so sure, it is because the Black Hawk helicopter was in service in 1980, and here is Egypt in 1933, and the black technology is not so black.

"Fight, prepare to fight!"

Escaping the fate of being beaten into a fireball, the hometown team, led by a little old man, quickly prepared for battle.

Among them, the little old man with a smoking gun directly turned into a zombie with a blue face and fangs.

Among the team members, in addition to the catwoman that Wu Ming was familiar with, there was also a paladin wearing golden heavy armor, a middle-aged aunt wielding two kitchen knives, and a strange person who could conjure various hot weapons on his body.

One, two, three, four, five......

Under the influence of Eagle Eye and Hearing, Wu Ming counted the fighters of his hometown squad and found that there were five people in total, including the captain.

On top of that, there are two shivering people in the hometown team, who are behind the dunes with Benny, who look a bit like newcomers to the team.

"The little old man who commands the battle should be the captain of the hometown team, and the four Catwomen are the veterans of the team, plus two newcomers." Wu Ming observed very carefully, after all, everyone will have different positions in the future, and it is likely that there will be various conflicts.

At this moment, the hometown team and the white-clothed team are fighting, this is the situation that Wu Ming likes to see the most, and it would be better if they died together.

It's a pity that the idea of ending up together is estimated to be difficult to realize.

I saw that above the helicopter gunship, the door of the cabin was directly opened.

In an instant, eight people had landed in a hurry, and none of them used ropes or anything like that, and they didn't look like a group of novices.

", them!" After landing on the ground, a young man dressed in a samurai uniform tied a white ribbon to his forehead and stretched out his hand to point at the members of his hometown team not far away.

"Yes, Vice-Captain."

"Let's go, kill them."

Except for the white-clothed captain who did not move, the other six people responded in unison and followed the young samurai to charge.

For a while, seven against five, the young samurai played against the little old man, and the remaining six also surrounded the four Catwoman.

To surround it is to start a war, and without saying a word about the scene, a fierce clash breaks out.

Wu Ming stood more than ten miles away, watching the members of the two sides fight inextricably, but there was never much smile on his face.

It's not that he doesn't want to laugh, but in this scene, Wu Ming really has no place to be happy.

You must know that in the white-clothed squad at this moment, the captain of the white-clothed swordsman has not yet made a move, and the scene has already fallen into a stalemate.

Obviously, the members of the hometown squad, both in terms of number and quality, are not as strong as the white-clothed squad, and it is not impossible for the whole army to be overthrown.

"It seems that it is impossible to lose both, but I don't know if there are any masters in that helicopter who have not appeared!" Wu Ming, a group of melon-eaters, was not optimistic about the outcome of his hometown team, and shook his head with regret.

In the next second, just when Wu Ming concluded that the hometown team was going to be completely annihilated, there was a new turn in the battle.

"Roar!"

Under an inhuman roar, the little old man, who was the captain, turned from blue to white, as if he was wearing a silver battle armor.

After this transformation, the little old man seemed to have taken a strong pill, and his movements began to open and close.

In an instant, the balance of the battle tilted, and the young warrior's attack hit the little old man, only making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, but the little old man didn't care at all.

In this way, the little old man, who had no worries, began to play only offensive but not defensive. In a short period of time, the little old man and the young warrior made more than a dozen moves, and the young warrior retreated again and again, obviously suffering a loss.

"Captain, this little old man is of silver armor corpse blood, I don't have the attribute of breaking demons, so I can't beat him at all!" The young samurai, who was beaten and screamed, opened his mouth to ask the white-clothed swordsman for help.

Now, after hearing the young samurai's request for help, the white-clothed swordsman who had been watching the play also planned to take action in person.

"Dajun, you go and help Ah Hu and them, you taught me here." The white-clothed swordsman slowly walked towards the battlefield as he spoke.

Hearing the order of the white-clothed swordsman, the young warrior called the army no longer loved to fight, and directly fought with the little old man, and with the help of the opponent's impact force, a lazy donkey rolled out of the battle group.

Seeing that the army was leaving, the little old man immediately refused to agree, got up and threw himself towards the army.

"Haoran Sword Intent..."

Hearing the sound of a sword, the little old man hurriedly looked behind him, and a sword light came into his eyes.

... Zheng...

The sword light collided with the little old man's fist, causing a piercing sonic boom.

Then, the sword light was directly dispersed by the fist, and the little old man couldn't help but take a step back, exuding a faint black gas on his right hand.

The little old man is of silver-armored zombie blood, and while his physical defense is amazing, his own shortcomings are also very obvious. The white-clothed swordsman's heroic sword intent itself has the special attribute of punishing evil, and this blow is really not very pleasant.

Feeling that he was restrained, the little old man shook his hands, and a pair of blood-red gloves appeared on his hands, exuding coldness and demonic meaning.

After all, people like them, who have been on the verge of death for a long time, are clear about what they lack. In a sense, the more obvious the shortcomings, the more attention they pay to making up for this aspect, and the little old man will certainly be no exception.

This blood glove is the yin attribute magic weapon that the little old man spent a very high price to get. With this magic weapon in hand, it is still unknown who will restrain whom in the yin and yang attributes.

"Call the captain, call the captain, this is the flyer, we have found the location of the Hamna Tower. The location, eight kilometers to the southwest, is expected to appear in five minutes. Just as the battle was about to heat up, the white-clothed swordsman's headset came with information from the helicopter pilot.

Hearing this information, a smile appeared on the white-clothed swordsman's face, and he quickly ordered: "Kill, deal with them within five minutes, we..."

"Oh no, outside of the place where Hamnata appeared, there is..."

"What, inaudible, repeat?"

... Rumble...

Before he could say anything, there was a roar from the white-clothed swordsman's headset.

The next moment, the white-clothed swordsman hurriedly looked up, only to see that his helicopter had turned into sparks in the sky.

Bite... Two newcomers died, and the points were reduced by four hundred.

Bite... Two newcomers died, and the points were reduced by four hundred.

One or two team prompts, reducing 800 points, made the white-clothed swordsman's face darken: "I'll top your lungs!" ”