The guess was correct.

A few minutes ago, there was a secret camp not close to Isengard, but not too far away, where movement in the Fagon Forest could be observed.

The announcement of the main god abruptly sounded in the ears of the East American team who were full of fishing atmosphere.

- [One member of your own reincarnation team dies in battle, and the East American team loses one point.] 】

Negative one point is counted.

Several veterans of the East American team looked up at the same moment. Look at each other, and then, is incredulous.

"I'm going to see the newcomer!" George, a strong white man, stood up with a thud, lifted his tomahawk, and smashed through the fragile walls of the makeshift camp without even leaving the door. His sudden movements were accompanied by the screams of the newcomers across the wall. And the next moment, it was his counting voice that was so hurried that it carried a certain suppressed surprise.

"One, two, three...... Damn it! Stand for me, don't move! One, two, three, four...... Five people! All five newcomers are here! Michael! Come and help me count if all five newcomers are here! ”

One to five, a good number. The newcomers are overwhelmed, while the veterans are in ecstasy and panic.

"It's five!" The voice of the black youth, sharp and high, like a chicken without castration. "Five! Add two of us and that's seven! Plus Alexandra is eight, and then there's Hedrant...... Sorry, you came on the field, I didn't forget to count you. In short, plus you, it's nine! ”

"And the East American team is ten people in total!" George, screaming with excitement, swung his tomahawk and slashed at the stones and wooden walls of the camp as he screamed. "The Lord God cannot make mistakes, one of us has died!"

"He's dead! He's dead! Zhao Fukong...... That demon...... He's dead! "He danced in ecstasy like a madman. The black youth, on the other hand, counted the number of newcomers and veterans again and again until they could no longer be repeated.

He ...... He's dead? Zhao Fukong...... He's dead? The blood on her face faded, and her whole body turned pale. She looked incredulously to the far north, and that was the direction Zhao had finally headed.

Zhao Yukong is dead, there is no doubt about it. The Lord's Bulletin has absolute authority, and the East American team has lost its captain at this moment, and has lost its most powerful fighting force.

The blonde girl took a few heavy breaths, and she opened the genetic lock, forcibly calming herself down. Picking up the ritual sword that had fallen to the ground, he took a step towards the outer camp that was being wreaked havoc by the ecstatic two.

"Enough!" There was a shock and invigoration in her voice, and she thrilled the two low-level lockpickers.

"Zhao Fukong is our captain, our companion! Now he's gone, and you're like this! Are you still part of the East American team? ”

Her interrogation was like a switch, a signal.

The two people who stopped, their necks writhing vigorously at the same time. Crazy eyes, looking straight at her.

"You're actually speaking for that demon. Yes...... You don't know anything, poor Yalisandra, poor Yalishandra. You think you've met a personable oriental gentleman, but you don't know what he did, and even the devil will find it cruel. George's eyes were cold, but the corners of his mouth pulled into a twisted and weird smile. But the monster is dead...... Then, it's time for the flowers in your greenhouse to see the cruelty of the storm. ”

He lifted his tomahawk and walked towards the weak psychic. Michael on the other side also smiled, lifted the battle wheel, and outflanked Alexandra from the other direction.

They have been suppressed for too long.

They need to vent a bit.

The girl frowned and scolded loudly.

"What do you want, stay away from me!" She stepped back, looking like she was subconsciously retreating. Her face was a little nervous, and she looked like a helpless girl's panic.

"What for?" George chuckled lowly. "You're too well protected by that monster, after all, you're the little strawberry in his mouth. But strawberries or something, aren't they just meant to be eaten? Now that he is dead, and we have sinned at his hands, someone has to bear it! ”

With a clang, the ceremonial sword fell to the ground. It seems to be a blonde girl engulfed in fear, and she sends a distressed gaze to the last quasi-senior. She retreated again and again, and was about to retreat to a dead end.

"Wait...... We're all companions, and it's time to ......" The man known as Hedrant was a weaker woman, and she tried hard to try something, but she didn't have much strength.

'Bang——! The tomahawk struck at her feet, causing her to cry out in terror.

"Don't be nosy, Heydrant, or you'll be next!" The malice from his teammates swept in, and the half-newcomers who had not seen Zhao Fukong's methods sensed the exact depression and terror at this moment. Her feet went limp, and she fell. The next moment, she saw Alexandra let out a scream, and in a panic, she fled into the conference room at the beginning.

There was only one entrance to the room, two of them, including the wall that had just been torn apart.

Hedrant subconsciously closed her eyes, and she didn't dare to think about what would happen next.

The newcomers huddled together and were silent.

Even if you don't dare to look at it, you don't dare to think about it. But they still hear it.

They could hear the men's laughter and the maidens screaming. You can hear the sound of something tearing, you can hear something piercing, breaking off, and the wailing of people. And accompanied by the smell of blood.

The storm did come.

But the storm didn't last as long as expected.

When some kind of familiar and unfamiliar heavy footsteps approached Heydrant, she subconsciously raised her head. The panic in his eyes turned to surprise in an instant.

She saw George, and a blank eyed George walked up to her and lifted the tomahawk with his remaining hand.

She saw Michael, the young black man wielding the warwheel with several near-fatal wounds, but he was just standing quietly, without any light in his eyes.

An unscathed Alexandra stood in the middle of them.

Her hand pressed lightly against the door of their heads.

“…… I see. The blonde girl turned her gaze, and there was a melancholy in her eyes that a girl's dream had been shattered. It turns out that Zhao Fukong is such a person. It's really ......."

“…… It's exactly what I imagined. ”

"Ah......h Although he didn't have much power, just now, Hedrant did want to help her. "Thank you for what you just did. Looks like you can be my companion, Heydland. There has been no intersection before, but after that, I have to get closer to each other. ”

Hedrant opened her mouth, and the girl in front of her smiled brightly, but she felt a panic for no apparent reason.

"Yalessandra, you ......"

"When a girl is alone, she always has to learn a little means of self-preservation. Sometimes, though, it doesn't really work. ”

The blonde girl exhaled softly.

"But we're at stake. Without Zhao Fukong, the next three teams, each team may have the ability to eat us. And in order to survive, the next ......"

“…… We have a lot of things to do. ”

(End of chapter)