"Assemble!"

Even if it was confirmed that the alien was immortal, after all, the cultivation of such cannon fodder was limited, so there were still a large number of soldiers and soldiers and the Fasi men who were present near Aquila City, which suddenly became a border powerhouse.

Managing Inhumans is also part of their mission.

Under the command of the NPCs, the loose players quickly gathered and listened to the lectures of the riders.

"Simeng's upper and lower sects, can raise you to eat and teach you to cultivate, naturally you are blessed by the emperor, and now Simeng is in trouble, and defending the country and the border is naturally within the sect's own affairs!"

The player is indifferent and even makes some want to laugh.

"The two divisions of the art of war lead the major sects, expecting to rank up and kill the enemy bravely, and take the military exploits as a calculation, in exchange for utilitarian fame, and there will be many rewards!"

This is the point, and the crowd suddenly became excited.

After the event began, the players naturally had corresponding reward rules within their respective sects, not only in the sect, but also if the combat merits were enough, they could even get the rewards and exercises of the military division and the law division.

Since joining the sect, the NPCs that players have encountered have all different personalities like real people, including good people and bad people.

For them, it is not a good thing to be able to get more cultivation methods, obtain skills and spells, and even return to their own sect to experience the pleasure of turning the tables without bullying the poor youth?

"Kill ——! They"

They shouted and screamed, and the scene was about to become chaotic, but all of a sudden they couldn't help but silence.

Overhead, the sky darkened.

A handsome man with a rebellious face entered the air and slowly descended in front of the players from top to bottom.

This person was dressed in the armor of pitch-black meteoric iron, with a blood-red vermilion lacquer edge, no sword in his hand, only an iron fracture fan, and glanced at the strangers in front of him.

It is the invitation to come this time.

He glanced at the strangers in front of him who were still full of ruffians despite wearing sect clothes, and his brows furrowed a little.

The general strength of the Inhumans he already knew from the sect was amazingly balanced, and it seemed that their talents were not too much different.

Those strangers who had no intention of cultivating would not have gathered here in the first place.

The strength is weaker, but compared with immortality, the natural flaws are not hidden.

But......

But what is the deal with this militant atmosphere that does not require mobilization at all?

"The alien ranks, this time out of the army, is to call my family and the country safe, to protect my Simeng peace, if there are those who escape, according to the military discipline of the Simeng soldiers, they will be imprisoned forever, which is both predetermined."

With a gloomy face, he raised his hand and waved, and the colorless and phaseless Weaver Beast drew a furrow behind the players.

"Those who have no intention of participating in the battle, retreat to the back of the line, this is the last order before the battle!"

Silent.

The main reason for the silence is that most players are waiting for the CG of the little white-faced Overseer to finish, some cut out to chat and fart, and some wander around the forum live broadcast room.

He stood in place and clenched his fists.

None of the Inhumans retreated, and this is not new.

But when you first entered the battlefield, did you have such a rock-solid determination? Is there such a silent killing intention that regards death as home?

Even if it was an immortal body, it was too much for him to expect!

He thought he was facing the thieves or outcasts he had seen in the army before, like demons and hooligans, who were difficult to manage.

But what are these in front of you?

It's like hundreds of dead soldiers, and that look down on life and death is definitely not pretended!

"Don't forget to take things out."

In the dormitory, Han Dongwen watched the live broadcast of Sherlock Hook's live broadcast room at the same time, and looked at the mobilized Taiming with interest.

Before setting off, Han Dongwen naturally made some requests that made him scratch his head.

But with Han Dongwen's prophecy-like experience, Taiming decided to do it.

"In terms of military exploits, the top three among the inhumans will be rewarded with this!"

As soon as Tai Ming beckoned, several riders shouted in unison, slammed into the air, unfolded several treasure crates in their arms, and for a while almost all the strangers stretched their necks to look.

The objects in the box are three exquisite-looking Miyun Sand tags, which are the exercises that Han Dongwen used to practice his hand puppets.

The Yunpo Sword was not recovered, and Han Dongwen, who had nothing to enter the marrow, couldn't do anything that could play a role outside the palace for the time being, and these Miyun Sand tags could not play the role of a remote camera.

In addition, the war led by the two divisions of the art of war will not easily allow Han Dongwen to give any treasures in the name of the king, that is to say, these tags can't even move the name of the royal gift.

Taiming himself has no bottom in his heart, how can this kind of thing be compared to a martial arts weapon?

Is it still limited to the top three?

He glanced at the stranger, and according to Han Dongwen's words, he slowly spoke with apprehension in his heart:

"With these three tags, there will be no more similar things in the world, and there will never be any chance to get them."

Before the words fell, the Inhumans rioted like never before.

——————

The first part of the battlefield is a small copy of the battlefield of about one hour per game.

Players match teammates under the command of the two divisions of the art of war or form their own teams to go to the battlefield of Bailan Mountain to kill the enemy - at present, West Asia has not officially started to fight, but it is clear that many Yin beasts hiding on Bailan Mountain have been released to harass them.

The physique of these Yin Beasts is the size of the Yin Beasts in the Hundred Beast Pits in the mountains, although they will not become all the deadly threats of the Yin Beasts in the 2.0 era like Jack Guo, it is not a small challenge, and the scoring of the Yin Beasts that are broken in each game is also clearly displayed in the player's interface.

Brush!

In addition, in addition to the teaming up of each team of players, they will also be paired with NPCs from the military division or the legal division, who have different spells and abilities, and provide different types of support and roles in each game, which is a random Rogue Like experience.

So, trying to see what kind of powerful NPCs can be matched has also become a part of the dungeon.

Brush up!

If someone unfortunately misses and dies in the dungeon, they can only be forced to wait for the launch, watch other people's greed, or post on the forum to chat about the construction, which most likely arouses onlookers.

[After five brushes, the boat capsized in the end, talk about your feelings]

[Let's talk about several popular team constructions at present, hint: there must be a naked door in the team]

[Is there a random NPC to this female cavalry general of the National Soldier Division, I call my wife tm]

They chatted enthusiastically, and twenty-four hours later, the Inhumans were about to be reborn at the resurrection point and return to the battlefield.

As for the resurrection point......

"Big brother, can you find an inn in the advanced city?"

The big man who is addicted to food is gearing up, and he turned back to Tang Xiaobei and said.

"The inn?"

Tang Xiaobei pursed his lips disdainfully: "What's so good about that thing, let's go, take you to see the building I built by myself in the internal test!" ”

The white-haired girl led the big men to set off, and the group stepped into the realm of the Han Ying Sect.

Some people on the road were curious, and Tang Xiaobei's rhetoric was the same: "Follow me and buckle 1 flower girl." ”

"Is there really a big brother in 11111?"

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