Soon, the six black warriors touched the bottom of a secret sentry.

Seeing the way they nodded to each other, one of them began to approach the dark sentry posts, which should have been dealt with first.

A hint of playfulness appeared in the corners of Zhou Zheng's mouth, they played this game under their noses, and they took themselves too seriously. It seems to be a clever assassination method, but for themselves, under the vision of thieves, they are not qualified to play yin with themselves.

Sneaking, Zhou is approaching.

Coming behind this black warrior who was about to carry out the assassination, Zhou Zheng was very curious about how they carried out the assassination.

I saw that the warrior took out a small blow arrow, bit it between his mouth, and prepared to climb the giant tree where the secret whistle was.

As soon as this blow arrow was taken out, Zhou Zheng immediately realized that they should be using traditional means. In fact, if the blowing arrow is not highly poisonous, the effect is only a little more severe than a mosquito bite, but if it is highly poisonous, it will be different immediately.

"Playing with drugs?"

Zhou Zheng smiled dumbly, if it comes to playing drugs, who can compare to thieves?

Almost at the moment when the other party was ready to climb, Zhou Zheng made a move.

The green scales appeared out of thin air, and then directly chiseled out, using the "stun" skill, and in an instant, the opponent was knocked unconscious, and there was no sound.

When the other party fell softly, Zhou Zheng held the black warrior, and another dagger in the other hand appeared, and simply wiped it from the opponent's neck. Blood gushed out, and the black warrior in the coma convulsed silently a few times, and was casually put on the ground by Zhou Zheng.

Poor martial artist of the twenty-third stage, without even snorting, he died.

One person was killed, and the other five were unaware.

Zhou Zheng was not in a hurry, and threw the javelin in the black warrior's hand into the thief's backpack. This kind of javelin requires a large amount of composite metal, from the head to the body, it is all made of composite metal, and the value is not low.

"Shame on waste."

With a light smile, Zhou Zheng stripped off the valuable things on this person's body.

Leaning against a tree, as soon as the cooldown time for stealth arrived, Zhou Zheng disappeared into the night again.

Beside.

The five black warriors were still hidden among the trees, and their skins allowed them to completely blend in with the darkness, taking advantage of the time and place. No wonder they touched it, and they didn't even notice the secret whistle that Zhou Zheng had arranged.

It seems that there has been no movement for two or three minutes, which makes these five people a little puzzled.

The whispered communication was in an indigenous dialect, and Zhou Zheng couldn't understand what they were saying at all. However, from their tones, it is not difficult to guess that they should be asking why the warriors sent out did not succeed.

Zhou Zheng approached behind them, and silently, he used "smearing" on the two daggers.

"Smearing" is to deal direct damage, anyway, "smearing" and "quenching" can be stacked, and the stiffening effect of 30 will definitely make the enemy Yu Xianyu die. If it is used in conjunction with the skill of "Disruption", it will be fatal.

The number of people affected by the skill of Disturbance is five, and it is really just right to use it on them.

The two daggers turned miserable green in an instant, and a trace of a smile climbed onto Zhou Zheng's face, and then turned into a faint smile.

"Disturb!"

The low roar was so abrupt in this dark night.

The most direct instinctive reaction of the five hidden warriors was to tense their muscles and prepare for precautions before looking in the direction of making this sound. But they were greeted by a faint yellow glow, and the next second, they were horrified to find that they couldn't move.

Zhou Zheng's voice also woke up the warriors on the tree.

"Who?"

In the midst of the shouting, the warrior let out a sharp whistle, and after raising the alarm, he pounced directly.

There was no need for a flashlight or anything like that, and the sentry warrior burst out with colorful light, illuminating the large forest. Especially the war knife in the opponent, the edge of the swallow, the light brought by the cold, like a kilowatt cold light.

Zhou Zheng did not answer, but quickly walked around the bodies of these five black warriors.

Sharp green scales, sharp shoots that cut their throats.

It wasn't until the five martial artists were eliminated that Zhou Zheng stopped and said lightly: "It's me, Zhou Zheng." He stepped out and into the warrior's light source, revealing his true face.

"Ah, Captain." The sentry warrior was stunned and subconsciously asked, "Captain, what's going on." ”

Zhou Zheng shook off the blood on the green scales, wiped it with a cloth, inserted it back into the knife sleeve on his thigh, and said: "The warriors of the African tribe want to play sneak attack, and I have solved it. ”

The tone of understatement, but when he heard the ears of this sentry warrior, there was a shocking thunder.

Upon closer inspection, five bodies were lying in pools of blood, all with severed throats.

"This ......"

My heart is like a shocking giant*, and I can't calm down for a long time. If it weren't for the captain, these five people sneaked over, and when they were so close, they didn't find out, once the other party made a move, their lives would be absolutely over.

While panicking, he had a further understanding of Zhou Zheng's terrifying strength.

How strong does it take to be able to kill five African army warriors who are preparing to sneak attack in a silent manner?

Affected by the alarm, a famous warrior rushed out of the tent in the Ruoda station, and the entire station suddenly became lively. In the middle of breathing, dozens of warriors rushed here, and when they saw these five corpses, their faces suddenly changed greatly.

Zhou Zheng pointed not far away: "There is another one." ”

In a moment, the bodies of six black warriors were put together.

Chu Fei and the others looked at the six corpses, all of them had their throats cut and died, and they all felt a chill.

The captain's perverted strength surprised them again.

Sun Zhiquan, the captain of the fourth squad, walked out and identified these corpses, and the more he identified them, the more surprised he became: "Zadim of the twenty-fourth stage, Hayin ...... of the twenty-third stage" He is familiar with the top martial artists of all continents, although these blacks look similar, he still recognizes them.

The more I read it, the more terrifying it became.

This is six people, the lowest is also twenty-three dans, and they are African warriors with rich combat effectiveness, but they were killed by the captain silently.

So......

The strength of the captain is definitely difficult to guess. Song Puhui was restrained by Zhou Zheng with one move, and indirectly, Zhou Zheng's strength is unknown.

Rumble.

In the distance, there was a sudden rumbling sound, and the light rose into the sky, and then the sound of the trees collapsing, and the sound of the warriors fighting each other, and their roars, came clearly. It seems that the jungle warriors of these African tribes are not just attacking their own side.

Suddenly, the whole valley seemed to be bustling with activity.

Shouts of killing rang out to each other, first the snow bear, then the jaguar, then the paladin, all of whom had been assassinated.

……

Next.

The warriors of the African tribes finally made their official debut, and more than 100 warriors occupied one direction.

It can be seen that last night's sneak attack was not too successful, and there were not many warriors who were secretly calculated, which is also the reason why African tribes had to be willing to succumb to a corner. Zhou Zheng got the news that seven paladins died, five snow bears, and seven jaguars.

Beginning with African tribes, there were no less than ten warriors who fell.

After all, the number of people who fell under Zhou Zheng's dagger alone reached six.

Counted, both sides killed 1,000 enemies and lost 800 self-losses.

Standing on the edge of the valley, the five men and horses stood in five directions, and no one moved. The strength of the two sides is suppressed by each other, and it happens to remain stable, as if they have a tacit understanding, and no one will make the first move.

On a boulder in the valley.

A tall armored warrior rushed forward in a few steps, standing on the boulder.

"Guys, I'm George."

Through the transmission of star power, this sound can be heard for several kilometers, and everyone in the large valley can hear it clearly.

George, the captain of the Paladin's Troop, is a twenty-sixth-rank super warrior.

As soon as George's voice came, a rough voice came from the direction of the African tribe, in sleek English: "This is the territory of our African people, you better get out, hum, or I don't mind letting you never have peace." ”

"Mampole?" When George heard the voice, he confirmed the identity of the other party: "I don't have time to talk to you, I haven't settled the account with you last night." Mambore, aren't you afraid to provoke the wrath of the Quartet and join forces to destroy you first? ”

"Phew, you don't dare." Mampore replied arrogantly, but fell silent.

George didn't talk nonsense, and shouted: "The old rule, each according to his ability, whoever wins the crystal fruit is his, and no one is allowed to rob it afterwards." ”

This rule has been made before, and it is completely up to each person to see who gets the crystal fruit first.

The advantage is that there is no need to cause a battle between several parties, after all, it is not easy for a martial artist at this level to climb to this level, and there is no need to fight to the death for a crystal fruit. The strength is comparable, once several parties are in a scuffle, no one dares to guess the tragic Cheng Dù.

"Okay, we Eurasia agree."

"The Americas agree."

The Americas and Eurasia, which were not superior in numbers, readily agreed, leaving only Zhou Zheng and the African tribes on their side.

"Each depends on his ability, I don't know if they will cry without tears after a while?" Zhou Zheng said secretly, laughed lightly, and said loudly: "There is no problem, our Asian team also agrees." ”

As soon as the Quartet agreed, the opinions of the African tribes became unimportant.

As George said, African tribes can't always fight four with one, and that's no different from looking for death. Since even the assassination was not successful, there really wasn't much left for the African tribes to choose. Although they were aggrieved in their hearts, now they have a chance of winning by their own abilities.

"Okay."

After a long time, Mambore's rough voice came out.

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