The remaining four Chaos Warriors quickly jammed to the west of the safe zone, standing on a high slope outside the edge of the safe zone, waiting for the Wood Elves to come out of the bunker.

If you come out, you will deliver food, and if you don't come out, you will be suffocated and poisoned.

The three wood elves who had no choice at all could only launch a tragic charge, and what made them even more desperate was that they were also sniped by a team of humans in the northwest, they had four crossbows, and they easily suppressed the momentum of the wood elf charge with a not dense but accurate sniper.

The end is already doomed.

The only surprise was that the druid actually turned into a twenty-meter-tall tree before the temporary moment, and the huge arm like the trunk of the tree reached out, grabbed the copycat fire demon covered in fire, and rolled down the small slope with him in his arms.

The Wood Elf Druid's Treant transformation didn't last long, probably only a few tens of seconds.

It was enough to pull his sworn enemy to the poisonous abyss farther away from the Survival Heaven.

The other two Wood Elf archers were driven by the poison ring into melee territory, where they were inferior. The remaining three Chaos Warriors didn't come out to take the call at all, just waiting for the two of them to come and deliver them at the bottom of the back slope, constantly moving in their way.

In the distance, the three Martins, who were watching this scene from a distance through their gilly clothes and haystacks, were speechless for a long time.

"If we just sped up to grab the bunker, I guess this is what happened to us, right?" said Francis's voice, full of fear.

Martin didn't answer, and continued to move his body in his gilly suit. It's late autumn, and on this dry meadow, there are piles of grass that are blown up and rolled by the wind, which is commonly known as 'tumbleweeds'. These tumbleweeds provide good cover for Martin's actions. If you look closely, you will see that Martin rarely acts on his own, and basically moves in the direction of the tumbleweed's roll.

Franise bit her lip and finally raised her head: "Give me a set of your clothes, too." ”

"Good!"

Martin beckoned, and Garton pulled out a stack of well-groomed turf from under him.

The female knight's face is embarrassed, and her teammates have already prepared!

Before the fourth circle was completed, no one noticed that there were three more sneaky tumbleweeds on the battlefield.

"Grants, shall we just save ourselves until victory?"

Faced with the female knight's inquiry, Martin shook his head with a wry smile: "If it was before, maybe it could." But I'm regretting it now. ”

"How?"

"It's okay now. When you get to the final safety zone, Jin Shining is not dead, who will fight with all his might?"

Francis's heart chuckled, and then a wry smile followed.

Martin was right.

The 'Golden Flash' in the mouth of the divine envoy has become a thorn in the hearts of all the contestants. It's okay not to touch or hear the news that he was killed. In the event of a scuffle, everyone will definitely prioritize the killing of this terrible contestant with 12 heads in hand.

Martin's only advantage now is that no one knows that such a thin young man as him will be the legendary murderous 'Golden Flash'.

Of course, in terms of heads, the Martin team is also very good. Before you know it, Gal already has 4 heads in his hands, but theoretically there are only 3 of the strongest Francis among the three.

At this time, the voice of the divine envoy rang in the ears of all the contestants again.

"It's 20 people! This bloody contest has finally come to an end - thank you for the gods you worship. Now, the gods have generously offered that any contestant who believes in them will be rewarded once they finish in the top 10 - yes! it's your life, even if you're killed by your opponent, even if you don't have any bones left. The gods will resurrect you with their supreme powers. Give you a second life!"

"Let's go, let's kill! Each contestant, as long as the number of enemies killed is 5 or more, they can get additional generous rewards and the favor of the corresponding gods. Similarly, killing those strong seeded players will also reward you with great kill rewards and the privilege of surviving even if you don't make it to the top 10!"

"Those who make it to the top ten, you will no longer be regarded as maggots! You will be great warriors in the hearts of the gods! Great warriors should be treated accordingly. Each time you advance, your rewards will be doubled!"

"Fight—little ones!"

"Now, in the eyes of the gods, there is only one contestant of the Silver Rank. Yes, he's Mr. [Golden Flash] from Bakaria! With 12 kills, can he kill 3 more contestants and reach the Gold Tier!?"

"That's right—he's coming! He's already here, just south of the safe zone, silently approaching you poor maggots, gesturing at your necks with the scythe of death. Will you do the great deeds of the Bakaria with your own lives, or will you show the last of the maggots' courage?"

After listening to this very inspiring declaration, Martin's mind was filled with a million grass and mud horses galloping by.

I'm rubbing, rubbing, rubbing!

Nima, the gods have all pulled the shelf. Also report the location!

This is as brazen as watching the anchor play a game, watching the live broadcast here, and launching a sniper at the same time.

Sure enough, god-level sailors are all pit goods!

The game experience is very poor!

Martin was scolding here, and the gods were secretly angry.

In this simple year, fighting is basically popular and straightforward.

Martin was so good that even his own god of knights frowned when he saw it, but Sigma, the god of light, laughed and said that as long as there is light in his heart, he is his believer.

After four rounds of shrinking, the safety zone at this time is no longer large, and you can see the end at a glance, and the diameter is about one kilometer when it is full. As long as you don't hide your figure, you can basically stand up and be seen.

As soon as the oracle was announced, the three Chaos warriors who had been blocking the wood elves began to rush towards the south where Martin was.

Francis nervously asked, "What should I do?"

Good to die or not to die, the proclamation of the divine messenger came.

"The second strong man has appeared! He is the [Wolf King] Wall* Slaughterer from the Southwest Wasteland! He just tore apart the apprentice knight from Bakaria with his claws, Fared Plath, increasing his kill count to five!"

Martin's heart chuckled.

He had heard of this Fared, who was quite good at equestrianism and cross swordsmanship, and was deeply influenced by the true legend of the champion knight Old Plath, and according to legend, he always wanted to train him as an heir.

I didn't expect to fall here.

If you don't enter the top twenty, it doesn't matter what genius you are, a fall is a fall.

Martin didn't have time to sigh, and he looked to the northeast.

For the bunker just now, the direction where the three Chaos Warriors were located was west.

For the three Martins, these three guys are the Northeast.

"Ignore the east, focus on the west. ”