When Chen Ye resisted the RPG bazooka and took the NPC uncle and came to the school playground under the cover of the life and death foursome, a wave of zombies with a number of 1,000 screamed and killed on all sides.

"Good boy! The King of Hatred's ability to pull monsters is terrifying. Fan Xiaopang looked at the dense group of zombies and gasped.

"Shu disciples! Why didn't I see the final boss? The invincible rookie seemed to be blind to the crisis in front of him, looking into the distance and said.

"Your uncle! Don't you see so many zombies? Ye Tian tightened the delicate fire axe in his hand and scolded with a serious expression.

Childe smiled slightly, and the dagger in his hand was particularly dazzling in the sun.

"I'm his slave!" The zombie elite wailed at Chen Ye's side.

"Survivors, look at you!" The scruffy NPC uncle yawned in the center of the five's bodies.

After Chen Ye and the others heard this, they turned their heads at the same time, stared at the NPC uncle and said in unison: "My uncle, what about you, let's go!" ”

......

On a street outside the walls of Iron Fence High School, a large group of players came majestically, led by the smoke and dust who mobilized players from the base of the Novice Village. As he ran at full speed, he turned his head and shouted at his followers, "Brothers, we are about to get to the ground, and the boss of the evolution period is waiting for us." ”

"The final boss, on the school playground."

Smoke and Dust stopped saying this, and the player shouted like this, and all the players who were running immediately stopped, leaning towards the wall, and then scrambling to climb over its wall. Seeing this, Yanchen also hurriedly ran over the wall and looked at the school playground through the gap.

On the huge playground, a group of zombies with the words "Berserk Status" on their heads gathered densely together, and it seemed that they were besieging several players, and the battle was extremely fierce.

"The alien lord is summoned!" After seeing it, Smoke and Dust muttered to himself in place. The alien lord summoning he is talking about is an exclusive skill of the alien level boss, and the alien boss with this skill can enslave all mutated creatures within a radius of 100 meters around him, making them work together. For mutated creatures that are enslaved, the Berserk status attribute is activated.

"Sure enough, there is an evolutionary heterogeneous boss." At this time, Yanchen thought with great joy in his heart, and he couldn't help shouting as he looked at the players who climbed over the wall: "Brothers, help my little brother solve that group of zombies, and the heterogeneous boss will come out." ”

The smoke and dust roared fiercely, but no player responded to him, and at this time, the hearts of all players fell on the RPG bazooka on Chen Ye's shoulder.

"Brother, brother brought you half a regiment." After the boring smoke and dust reluctantly sent a message to Chen Ye, he spat two mouthfuls of spit on his hands, rubbed them, and joined the army that climbed over the wall.

......

Ding dong! Player Smoke sends you a message.

The message prompt sounded from a friend, and Chen Ye, who was in a bloody battle, opened the message easily, but the blood-colored fire shovel in his hand did not stop because of this, and quickly flew towards the head of a zombie.

"Brother, brother brought you half a regiment."

Poof!

The black blood splashed by the zombie when it was headshot and the friend information sent by the smoke and dust almost simultaneously entered Chen Ye's eyes, and then he stopped and looked towards the periphery of the zombie tide. I saw that a large number of players who had climbed over the fence had gathered on one of the walls of the school, and some of them had already climbed in, holding all kinds of melee combat weapons in their hands.

Inadvertently, the figure of Yanchen standing on the wall fell into Chen Ye's eyes, but he suddenly had an indescribable feeling in his heart about Yanchen, he couldn't understand whether Yanchen was a good person or a bad person, or a bad person in between.

"Boss, when did you take in so many little brothers." Fan Xiaopang stabbed the chest of the ordinary zombie in front of him with a sword and asked.

"It's not my little brother, it should be the little brother of Yanchen." After Chen Ye cut down another zombie, he replied.

Ye Tiangang wanted to interject, but suddenly heard a shout from the players on the periphery, and his face changed at that time.

"Brothers, first deal with this group of zombies, and blow up the players carrying bazookas!"

Fan Xiaopang's face turned pale after hearing this, and he cried and said, "Damn! This isn't a little brother of Smoke and Dust! ”

"It's fine!" Chen Ye smiled faintly and continued to clean up the zombies that kept coming.

So a big scuffle began on the school playground of Iron Fence High School, and a group of corpses drawn by the [King of Hatred] rushed to the NPC uncle one after another, and Chen Ye and the others naturally swore to guard the NPC to the death. Another group of players lured by the smoke and dust began to disperse, surrounded the zombie horde, and then began a bloody battle. The zombies attacked in the back immediately shift their aggro and start to fight back against the sneak attackers.

"! It's messy, it's messy! "Smoke and dust stood on the outside of the battle circle and watched. At this time, more than 100 people he had brought to the base of the novice village all joined the battle, and all kinds of hand-to-hand combat weapons such as fire axes, hoes and sickles used by farmers flew up and down, and soon, the entire school became a Shura hell, covered with blood and limbs.

The chaos lasted only ten minutes before it came to an end, and the zombies in the low-level awakening period were the losers of this battle after all, and the zombie elite was also mistakenly killed by the boss of a certain family as a mutant creature. At this time, the bloody playground became a situation of two groups of players facing each other, and the side with more people was full of fighting spirit, and an endless sense of killing burst out from his eyes.

"What are you?" Covered in blood, Chen Ye, who was carrying a bazooka on his left shoulder and a blood-colored fire shovel in his right hand, looked at the player in front of him and asked. Although he knew in his heart that this group of players was here for the bazooka on his shoulder, he still asked.

"TMD don't pretend to force me, Lao Tzu is blowing up your equipment today." A certain player said extremely arrogantly.

Chen Ye originally wanted to make a picture book of the bazooka on his shoulder and send it to the boss of each family, letting them know that it was just a mission aid, but after hearing this extremely arrogant sentence, he changed his attention. However, before he could make a move, a blood-stained dagger flew towards the player like lightning, followed by a laughing scolding from Childe.

Sou! Poof! Headshot!

"Your uncle!"

"Brothers, go up together, blow him up!" Seeing the boss being killed, the members of the family immediately shouted, but no one took a step forward, all because of what Chen Ye said next.

"A primary RPG rocket with an attack range of fifteen meters, 400 damage, 50 fragment damage, and 50 fire damage."

Of course, this sentence, which is more like an introduction to the attributes of weapons, does not cause a sense of oppression to everyone, but everyone present really feels an inexplicable threat, a threat from suicide.

Gongzi smiled as he watched Chen Ye aim the bazooka at his feet, was slightly startled, and then slowly walked to the player's corpse under the angry gaze of everyone, pulled out the dagger that pierced the skull, and chuckled: "It's all shrugged, he has a fine iron level bazooka on his shoulder!" ”

However, at this moment, there was a slight vibration on the ground, accompanied by a thunderous wail. Everyone present, including Chen Ye, was shocked by the huge wail, and then everyone looked towards the source of the wail. And before Chen Ye could see the face of the comer, the players surrounding him began to flee in a panic, and the panic gradually boiled.